His mouth… his mouth was hot. Not just his lips, but his whole mouth felt hot as he kissed–No, not kissed but devoured. Devoured was the right word. He kissed me like he was trying to suck my soul from my mouth. His tongue curled around mine, thick and hot. He pushed his tongue so far down my throat that I could almost feel it in my stomach.
My body was frozen, unable to move, unable even to form a proper thought. When my body finally snapped out of it, I pressed my hands on his chest and pushed with all my might. He staggered back, breaking the kiss.
I was panting, my chest heaving, my head reeling from what just happened. Still trying to process it.
My husband’s father just kissed me. I was kissed by my husband’s father. Did that really happen? Was this a dream? But everything felt
