Chapter 37

Maggie pushed him lightly until he was laying on his back and she straddled him, sat on him with her legs on opposite sides of his lean hips, and smiled down at him while grinding her wet pussy softly on his budge.

“Hmmm,” she moaned. “Look how hard you are you naughty boy.”

Lance couldn’t think. His head was clouded with lust and confusion. This was Maggie, the woman he loved and betrayed on top of him wanting to make love to him. She was slowly bringing her upper body down to rub silkily against him. Her nipples perked to hard points and her pussy was so wet that she left a mark on his dark pants. It was as if she was possessed by a nymph goddess.

When she leaned down to kiss him again he stopped her with a hand on her face.

“Maggie, are you alright? You only just woke up and…”

“I feel better than I have ever felt in my life,” was her response as she turned her head and kissed his palm before running her lips to his hand, down his shoulder and chest, and then claiming his lips again