After Hours: Her Secret, His Visceral Desire

She moaned into his mouth, her hands sliding up his chest to cup his face. He pulled back for a second, looking deep into her eyes. For the first time in years, he saw a spark of real desire there. He knew what he had to do. With one last, urgent motion, he lifted her dress and slid his fingers between her thighs.

She arched her back, pressing herself harder against his hand. He could feel her wetness, her juices dripping onto his fingers. He bent down and kissed her neck, his tongue trailing down to her collarbone. He reached down and slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right. She moaned loudly, her legs tightening around his waist.

He lifted his head, looking into her eyes again. "Tell me," he whispered. "What does he do to you that I never do?" She looked at him for a second, her gaze softening. Then she leaned in and whispered the words in his ear. He knew the exact spot, the exact angle. He had watched her with his own two eyes.

She moaned again, her hips moving in time with his fingers. He bent down and kissed her, his tongue slipping between her lips as he pushed her dress up over her head. He lifted her by the waist and carried her over to the hammock, dropping her down onto the吊床. He climbed on top of her, his fingers trailing down her sides as he kissed her neck.

She reached up and undid his belt, pulling his pants down over his hips. He sat back on his heels, spreading his legs so she could pull his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. She bent down and took hold of his cock in her hand, running her thumb over the head. He moaned, his fingers curling into the fabric of the hammock.

She looked up at him, her eyes locking with his. For a second, he saw the woman he had married ten years ago. The woman who had chosen him out of all the boys at their high school. He slid his fingers back inside her, curling them just right. She moaned louder, her legs tightening around his waist.

He bent down and kissed her, his tongue slipping between her lips as he pushed his fingers deeper. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her clit against his fingers. He could feel her building, her body tensing beneath his touch. He bent down and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking until she arched her back, her fingers clutching at his hips.