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Authors: Tania Mel; Tirraoro Comley
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dark when she arrived home at seven, the night sky was clear and the air had an autumn chill to it.
She crept into the house, it was like stepping into a library. Then she heard the faint sound of voices coming from upstairs. She climbed the stairs and tiptoed along the hallway, avoiding the floorboards she knew creaked and stood outside her daughter's room.
Eyes closed and head tilted backwards, Lorne hoped Tom would find her too tempting to resist. He placed his hands on the wall either side of her head and bowed his head slowly towards hers. The gentle touch of his lips upon hers startled her. Her arms slithered around his neck as he seductively placed tiny kisses over her face and neck.
Sensations she feared had gone forever suddenly sprang to life. Tom brushed his groin against hers, she gasped at his firmness as he began grinding his hips urgently against hers. She moaned softly in his ear, giving him the encouragement he needed to continue.
He swung her slight frame into his arms with ease and headed for their bedroom. Charlie was caught up in a computer game and they knew she would be occupied for hours. He dropped her gently on the bed and she watched as he eagerly tore off his t-shirt and jeans before he turned his attention to her again. Reaching behind her, he unfastened her skirt, giving it the merest of tugs as he eased it down over her round hips, tossing it to the floor. Next he removed the matching blue blazer and threw it in the same direction. Then, one by one he undid every button on her white blouse, placing a kiss on each bare patch of skin revealed. Finally, impatience getting the better of him, he ripped off her bra and panties. His boxer shorts completed the pile of eagerly discarded garments.
Tom hesitated, admiring her beauty. Lorne's impatience grew and she reached for him. His animal instincts took over and he stalked her like a tiger and pounced as if she was his prey in the jungle. It had been a long time since he'd felt every majestic curve of her body and it took an immense effort to keep control — he seemed desperate to take things at a leisurely pace.
Her hands stroked his back with feather-light touches and he groaned. His lips found her taut nipples and sucked at their sensitivity. She writhed with desire as her hands travelled down to grasp his buttocks. She moulded them roughly digging her nails into his flesh, his groans intensifying with every touch.
His impatience reached its summit, he wanted her and he was going to have her, now. Tom guided himself into her wet crevice and they both cried out with joy as he thrust deeper — he was back where he belonged. They clawed, bit and sucked at each other as he plunged deeper and deeper into her. He flipped her over positioning her on top. Together, they erupted and she crumpled in a heap on top of him.
He settled her down beside him and the sound of their irregular breathing filled the room, words seemingly inadequate at such a euphoric moment. Their erratic breathing finally slowed and they both drifted blissfully off to sleep, the special lasagne dinner long forgotten.
They awoke in the same position the next morning.
"Are you ready for an encore now?" Tom snuggled closer, then got on top of her.
"Sounds tempting," Lorne purred.
He began kissing her but stopped abruptly. "I hear the patter of tiny feet, quick, pretend you're asleep."
They both managed to shut their eyes before Charlie pushed open the door.
"Get up you two. It's half-past seven," she shouted, before exiting their room and banging the door behind her.
Tom chuckled as he saw the pile of discarded clothes littering the floor on his side of the bed. He bent over and kissed her hard on the lips. She responded enthusiastically but he pushed her gently away from him.
"We'll have to continue this at a more convenient time, sweetheart. I have a starving daughter to feed and you've got a job to go to."
"Life just isn't fair, is it?" She threw back
She crept into the house, it was like stepping into a library. Then she heard the faint sound of voices coming from upstairs. She climbed the stairs and tiptoed along the hallway, avoiding the floorboards she knew creaked and stood outside her daughter's room.
Eyes closed and head tilted backwards, Lorne hoped Tom would find her too tempting to resist. He placed his hands on the wall either side of her head and bowed his head slowly towards hers. The gentle touch of his lips upon hers startled her. Her arms slithered around his neck as he seductively placed tiny kisses over her face and neck.
Sensations she feared had gone forever suddenly sprang to life. Tom brushed his groin against hers, she gasped at his firmness as he began grinding his hips urgently against hers. She moaned softly in his ear, giving him the encouragement he needed to continue.
He swung her slight frame into his arms with ease and headed for their bedroom. Charlie was caught up in a computer game and they knew she would be occupied for hours. He dropped her gently on the bed and she watched as he eagerly tore off his t-shirt and jeans before he turned his attention to her again. Reaching behind her, he unfastened her skirt, giving it the merest of tugs as he eased it down over her round hips, tossing it to the floor. Next he removed the matching blue blazer and threw it in the same direction. Then, one by one he undid every button on her white blouse, placing a kiss on each bare patch of skin revealed. Finally, impatience getting the better of him, he ripped off her bra and panties. His boxer shorts completed the pile of eagerly discarded garments.
Tom hesitated, admiring her beauty. Lorne's impatience grew and she reached for him. His animal instincts took over and he stalked her like a tiger and pounced as if she was his prey in the jungle. It had been a long time since he'd felt every majestic curve of her body and it took an immense effort to keep control — he seemed desperate to take things at a leisurely pace.
Her hands stroked his back with feather-light touches and he groaned. His lips found her taut nipples and sucked at their sensitivity. She writhed with desire as her hands travelled down to grasp his buttocks. She moulded them roughly digging her nails into his flesh, his groans intensifying with every touch.
His impatience reached its summit, he wanted her and he was going to have her, now. Tom guided himself into her wet crevice and they both cried out with joy as he thrust deeper — he was back where he belonged. They clawed, bit and sucked at each other as he plunged deeper and deeper into her. He flipped her over positioning her on top. Together, they erupted and she crumpled in a heap on top of him.
He settled her down beside him and the sound of their irregular breathing filled the room, words seemingly inadequate at such a euphoric moment. Their erratic breathing finally slowed and they both drifted blissfully off to sleep, the special lasagne dinner long forgotten.
They awoke in the same position the next morning.
"Are you ready for an encore now?" Tom snuggled closer, then got on top of her.
"Sounds tempting," Lorne purred.
He began kissing her but stopped abruptly. "I hear the patter of tiny feet, quick, pretend you're asleep."
They both managed to shut their eyes before Charlie pushed open the door.
"Get up you two. It's half-past seven," she shouted, before exiting their room and banging the door behind her.
Tom chuckled as he saw the pile of discarded clothes littering the floor on his side of the bed. He bent over and kissed her hard on the lips. She responded enthusiastically but he pushed her gently away from him.
"We'll have to continue this at a more convenient time, sweetheart. I have a starving daughter to feed and you've got a job to go to."
"Life just isn't fair, is it?" She threw back
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