Light fading, Adam, headlights on, answered Shari’s whispered question. “An hour or so—" He laughed, as fingers explored his inner thigh “—if I stay on the road.”

“Stop in that lay-by!” Obeying her unexpected demand, he braked. She groaned, “Can’t wait that long. Must know.”

“You’ve waited this long.” Her religious father’s influence.

“You’ve been patient. ”

Shari spread herself over the backseat, dress already wide, discarded panties soaked. She guided his hard penetration as though practiced.

“Oow,” Pain?

“Mmm,” Pleasure?

“Consummation in the backseat.” Shari giggled.

“Unexpected gift,” Adam gasped.

“Virgin no more. Ecstatic honeymoon awaits.”