Angela's eyes fell shut a little when Adam dropped her on the bed. Loss of contact made her a little nervous. It was ridiculous, of course. She was thirty years old, she shouldn't be feeling like an awkward teenager anymore. But she couldn't help it. When he was touching her it was like nothing else existed. When he let her go her brain had enough function to start to worry. Even though it was only for a few seconds she had time for the tiniest panic to set in. She was about to cheat on her husband. She was about to start something that would change everything.
But then he was kissing her. All those frantic thoughts slipped away. Her instinct took over. Angela's body responded to Adam's kiss, to his touch. Her neck rolled up against his fingers. Even her chest lifted a little as he touched her collarbone. Her body was aching to feel him. Her eyes fell shut again and she whimpered softly, the pleasant agitation causing her hips to shift and her opposite knee to pull up a little.
"I... I don't know..." Her voice was just as breathy as his, though not quite as intentionally that way. But the truth was, she really didn't know. It wasn't like Arthur asked her. And, yes, her husband did things for her, did things to her that were just for her. But it was something developed over time, something that didn't need words. There wasn't a rush with her and Arthur, so they had explored to find out what the other liked. This was different. And Angela couldn't really put to words what it was she liked, what she wanted done to her.