Tears stood in her eyes. He bent over her, his cock thick and hard inside her quivering, wet sex. “There is no going back for us now,” he groaned. “I want you to know me just once as your husband. No one else’s. Just yours, Clara.” Branson smoothed her hair out of her eyes, kissed her face and then her mouth. He parted her lips with his tongue and burrowed inside. His weight pinned her down but she fought his lovemaking until she began to feel aroused again. And then Clara was transformed, seemingly amazed at what he was doing inside her. Her eyes fluttered open and they met Branson’s, bewildered and curious at first, and then they darkened with arousal. She was so innocent, he thought. His cousin did not even know she was aroused or how desirable she was. He controlled his lust, waiting until her hips moved under his, responding to his thrusts, following a secret river to climax. Her firm breasts were squashed against his chest. “I am yours now, cousin,” she breathed and dug her nails into his back.
