My sister,my sex slave(28)

"I love you, Norma, darling, he was saying. "I love you so much. I've waited for you for so long. Just let me love you, darling."

That was crazy, she knew. He hadn't known her very long. How could he fall in love so quickly? He was crazy and she was crazy and his hands were fondling her plump, tingling breasts and she was again overwhelmed by surges of sexual agitation and she was too weak to stand. He seemed to know that and he picked her up in his arms as though she were a child and then he was settling her down on an old mattress that was lying upon the floor. She suspected, fleetingly, that other lovers had used the carriage house and she was not at all dismayed when Adam's fingers dislodged her panties and began cavorting in the feverish crevice between her legs. He was on top of her, kissing her and then she realized, dimly, that her skirt was up around her waist and her panties were missing and her legs were shifting and working like she was swimming.

She felt him penetrating her and she slid her tongue deep into his mouth and then her hips were writhing and threshing around. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist as her suffering body tried to cling to him. He was sliding his cock into her with fierce thrustings and she was receiving him with equally fierce thrustings and she could hear her own gasps of pleasure each time he forced his organ deeper and ever deeper into her loins.

His mouth was glued to hers and she was sliding her tongue in and out of his mouth and he was kissing her, holding her in a way that allowed his fingers to play with her breasts and her nipples and she could feel arising tide of glorious frenzy rippling through her loins and she knew that she was moving closer and closer to the most exciting orgasm she had ever known. She could feel her loins becoming more and more aroused and inflamed with each thrust of his hips and it was a splendid feeling, so sort of delicious anguish that she could not withstand and she was panting and screeching and yelping like any animal and then it was happening for her and it was wonderful, the absolute in sensation and she knew that her glands were bursting and spilling and "she could feel the cold wetness of their juices sliding down her valley and then she was fluttering, coming noisily and voluptuously, and it was the most delicious sensation she had ever known…

He held her for a long time after the fireworks were over and when he finally slipped his organ out of her she felt a sense of loss, a time for sweet sadness and then she was conscious of the wetness between her legs and when he handed her his handkerchief, she took it. She tried to clean herself up as best she would and she was almost afraid to give him back his used handkerchief. He took it from her. He buried it in his coat pocket and then he seemed to be very sad. He turned to her and he found her mouth and he kissed her and she realized then that she was weeping. She had no idea why she would weep, but the tears were streaming from her eyes. He lit two cigarettes and he gave one of them to her. She took it and she puffed on it and sucked the smoke deep into her lungs. There were so many things that she wanted to say to him now. She found that she couldn't say anything to anybody.

"I was not fooling," he said. "I do love you, Norma. Don't ask me how any of this happened. I couldn't help myself. I wouldn't hurt you for anything in the world. I wouldn't, please, believe me."

She didn't answer him. He took her into his arms and his lips kissed her mouth and he tasted her tears and he put his hand on the back of her head and held her face against the pocket of his shoulder. She wept, silently, uncomprehendingly, and when she finally subsided, he kissed her again and then he moved away from her.

He was filled with apologies and she wished that he wouldn't. Her experiences with him were so wonderful, so beautiful, she didn't want to hear anything like apologies.

"Do you really love me?" she said, finally.

The note of childishness in her question made him laugh.

He squeezed her and then he kissed her mouth and he lingered at it for a long time. When he spoke to her, his words were a mere whisper against her lips.

"Yes, my darling," he said. "I do love you. I love you so much. And, I never want to lose you. Not ever."

She pushed him away and then she sat straight up.

"Then you won't put me in jail no matter what, will you?"

He laughed at her again. "No, my dear," he said. "I won't ever put you in jail, no matter what."

"I'm glad," she said.

He held her and then he began kissing her again and she was able to enjoy his kisses and enjoy being in his arms.

"I'm not like what you think," she said. "I mean, I never did that with anybody else. I didn't. No matter what you think."

He kissed her again and the warmth in his kiss made her shiver. She was kissing him, too, sliding her tongue into his mouth and teasing his lips with her own passionate responses.