She raised her face to him then, her wet full mouth falling open… and he kissed her. Her arms encircled his neck and her mouth clung to his hungrily. Almost subconsciously, his tongue slid between her opened lips and teeth and she softly began to suck on it, drawing it deeper and deeper into the warm moist cavern toward her throat as her soft, vibrant loins began to rotate against his already throbbing prick in tiny little stimulating circles. He gasped into her mouth, his long, sinewy hands dropping to cup at her soft, yet firm, hollowing buttocks so full and round in his grasp, and she pressed even tighter against him.

Eventually, they separated for a breath, and he said: "I-I didn't know, Cheri… I-I had no idea why you stayed with him… the way he treated you… I used to wonder why you put up with it… God… I've wanted you so bad a thousand times…"

She whimpered at his words and he felt the vibrations of sound against him more than he heard it. Her mouth searched for his and he kissed her again, this time, tasting the deliciousness of her tiny tongue as it darted forward between his lips.

"Oh darling," she hissed, "we must make love. I've wanted you for so long, too. But we have to be careful. He'd kill us if he found out."

"He won't find out… nobody but you and I will know," Antoine assured her, his hands caressing and stroking her back and buttocks covetously now, the soft, warm resilience of her flesh causing his hardening penis to throb vigorously between them.

"I can feel you so hot and hard and excited against me," she whispered. "God, how I'd love to take it out right here… right now, and suck it until it pumped its love sperm down my throat."