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massaging the distended clitoris, gliding over the moistening vulva.
    She began to moan in his ear, her hand fumbling below until it found his erection.
    T - I always wanted you,’ she whispered.
    He scooped her up, carried her down a hallway to the master bedroom illuminated by a single floor lamp. He lowered her to the downy rose-and-white comforter that covered the bed. Yanking off jacket, tie, shirt, he undressed completely. He could see himself in a full-length mirror, his flat pale-blue eyes holding on himself at this moment of fifty-six. Just under six feet, thickset but not fat, sturdy and strong, no blotches and few wrinkles. In the mirror, he could see Kim behind him, on the edge of the bed, wriggling out of her white negligee. He could see how young she was, the flawless peach-colored skin, straight full breasts with large hardened nipples, the rise and fall of her abdomen, the long triangle of soft pubic hair.
    His eyes returned to his reflection, to his penis standing straight out.
    He turned around. She was lying back on the bed now, watching fascinated as he walked toward her. ‘You feel that way about me?’ she said in an undertone.
    ‘More than ever.’ He was on the bed. ‘Move over.’
    She worked herself sideways and he was beside her. He caressed her breasts, and pushed himself to his knees. She covered her eyes with an arm, licked her dry lips, lifted her knees, and spread them apart.
    He was over her, and between her fleshy thighs, and into the vaginal opening, slowly and slowly, and deeper and deeper between the clinging lips of the vulva. It was delicious, this entry, and as he slid back and forth he was aroused to a bursting point. He thought that he might come right away, and slowed, fighting it, until the wave passed, and then he settled down to a steady, relentless rhythm, fucking her straight and hard.
    After a few minutes her hips began to rise and fall with him, and make undulating circular movements that quickened and heaved, and she began to emit throaty orgasmic sounds. He was ready, and suddenly her fingers dug into his shoulders and she was ready. She opened her eyes and began to come, and with that he pumped mindlessly, felt the perspiration in his eyes, and then he came big.
    She was slack beneath him, gulping air, and he rolled off her.
    ‘Did you?’ he asked her.
    ‘Oh, yes.’
    Her hand went down to her clitoris, and he pushed her hand away and massaged her clitoris briefly until she lifted her hips and came again. After that, she had three more orgasms and wanted no more. He lay with his head between her breasts and her fingers played with his mussed hair.
    After a while, he lay back and thought of what a fantastic fuck she was, so ready, so warm, so giving. He relived their coupling in his head, and suddenly he felt an involuntary movement between his legs. This had not happened so soon since he had been a young man. But then, he told himself, he was a young man.
    His hand found her breasts and he fondled them, rubbing the large nipples of each, feeling them grow under his fingertips. She came around on her side, felt his growing erection, held it until her hand was full and able to contain only part of its hardness.
    She pulled him to her, and raised her knees, and opened herself to him. He rose above her and comfortably entered her
    once more, resuming as if he had done it with her all his life and this was a dance they had always done so well together.
    This time it was even better, the best. His body was slick with sweat and her skin slippery from his when she came in one long-drawn-out eruption, and seconds later he came too.
    He managed to push off her, and they both lay there side by side as if dead.
    Once she whispered sleepily, ‘You’re never going to let me be alone again, are you?’
    He touched her cheek. ‘Never.’
    He lay there a long time, resting, letting his mind wander. He had told his analyst today that he had been denied only two things in his life he