J Bradley - Peeping family

"I know what you mean," she said. "Thorne, I – God, I feel like a schoolgirl again!" she flushed.

"I know just the feeling."

He took her hand and got to his feet. He looked at the kids. He smiled at her. "Shall we be more conventional and wait?"

Chris looked into his eyes. She shook her head slowly, her lower lip trembling with the prickly emotions she felt inside.

"I've waited too long to wait any longer," she said shakily. "Oh, God – I don't know what it is, Thorne, but I don't think we'll have to work very hard at any of it."

"Let's find out."

"Yes!"

She felt her pussy going loose and fluid. She walked close beside him towards her bedroom. When she led him inside, she couldn't look at him. She felt shaky all over.

She saw the picture of Carl where it had been for three years beside her bed. She felt Thorne watching her look at it. He said nothing. He stood silently, patiently.

After a long moment, she crossed the room to the nightstand. She took the picture in her hands. She pressed her lips against the cool glass with a nearly inaudible sound. Then she opened the drawer and slipped the picture inside, face down. She turned and looked at Thorne. There was a glistening in her eyes.

He came to her and took her gently in his arms. She let him. She huddled against his chest – his broad, strong chest. It was comfortable in his arms. She felt his lips press gently at the side of her cheek.

"We can wait," he whispered.

She lifted her face to his. "I'm all right, Thorne. It just takes a…"

"I remember," he said.

She sobbed once, an explosive sound, a volcanic hiccup, and then she slipped her arms about him and pressed her slim, willowy body tightly to his.

"Now, Thorne," she whispered.

She didn't have to tell him again. He was terribly gentle. He laid her back on her bed. He kissed her softly. His touch was light and delicate, the touch of a craftsman on his masterpiece.

She melted inside. She grew warm and fluid. She felt her legs part, her pussy lift. And then he was sliding into her body, covering her with just the right degree of firmness.

"Oh, God!" she cried, flinging her arms around his neck and hugging him to her. "It's right! At last it's right!"

"Yes – yes!" he whispered heatedly.

"Fuck me, Thorne! Ohhhhh, fuck me and make me live again!"

His prick slid through her oiled pussy tissues. Thrill after thrill lifted inside her until the pitch was nearly unbearable. She felt his cock throb and heard him gasp and knew it was the same for him.

She let go a small, high sound and felt her yearning cunt vibrate with life, shudder with passion, flow with the sweet juice of things good and clean.

And she felt the rush of his warm, throbbing jism into her body as he came in her, opening to her, giving himself to a woman again.

She was not alone any more.