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limits allowed by her grasping hand. He pushed with several sharp shoves, and then subsided, falling back.
    As he softened, Lucy let him slip free, licking her lips and swallowing down his essence. No longer obstructed, her mouth curved irresistibly into a smile. A smug, happy little smile, she was so pleased with herself.
    How advanced I am. A born courtesan. I’m a virgin still, but I’ve tasted a man.
    She laughed out loud and, waking as if from a daze, Ethan looked up at her.
    “Love-play is absurd, isn’t it?” He smiled, reaching for her and drawing her down to him, for a hug. “We do the strangest things…and yet at the time, they seem perfectly apposite.”
    “You don’t think I’m a strumpet, do you? Doing something so scandalous, when we barely know each other?” It wasn’t a real fear, and yet this intimacy was so new; it still felt fragile.
    “I think you’re a wonder, and a miracle, and a most generous, beautiful woman.” His lips brushed her brow, just above her spectacles, and his breath made the lenses mist and her vision blur.
    “I feel that you must need a pair of these too,” said Lucy, unhitching the earpieces and pulling up a corner of sheet to polish the misted glass. Quickly, she fitted them back in place. She couldn’t bear not to see the truer beauty in the room.
    “Don’t talk nonsense, woman!” Ethan’s arm tightened around her, squeezing, while his free hand settled on her body. “I’ll show you how I appreciate your body. It’ll be a little while before I can service you in the time-honored way, but until then, I can still give you pleasure. And take pleasure for myself, enjoying your beauty.”
    Lucy snorted, about to protest again, then let out a little surprised squeak when he plucked at her nipple through the cotton of the shirt she was wearing. The sensation was intense, piquant, but it made her feel as if she wanted to wriggle and churn her thighs. Low in her belly, a familiar heavy sensation, sweet yet urgent, roiled and surged.
    “Do you like that?”
    “Yes…um…I don’t know. It excites me. It makes me want you to touch me in my most intimate place.”
    “In your puss, sweetheart…your puss.” He squeezed the tip of her breast again, not hard, but with assertion. The sensations between her legs increased and bloomed, growing more and more pleasurable, yet also plaguing.
    “Very well then, it makes me want you to touch my puss,” she said, gasping, “and be quick about it too. I…I’m in great need.”
    “It would be my privilege.” Ethan smiled, his blue eyes a-twinkle, and even as his hand slid downward, Lucy glanced in a southerly direction too, and saw that his depleted organ seemed already to be reviving.
    How lusty you are, dear boy….
    And then she did not think, as he hauled her borrowed shirt out of the way and slid his fingers between her legs, seeking and finding her very center.
    Oh! Oh yes! How wonderful…
    With tip of his middle finger he stroked and rolled the proud little pearl, her most sensitive place. Lucy had fondled this tiny structure herself, on occasion, but to have a man caress it, especially this man, was transcendent. Where he touched and petted her was a bridge between them, a conduit for shared feelings and erotic sensibilities. As sweet sensations welled in her loins like honey overflowing a pot, all considerations of the outside world slipped away. They were just woman and man, pleasured and pleasure giver, two perfectly matched parts of an ancient puzzle.
    Lucy clung to Ethan, rocking her hips in counterpoint to his delicate, accurate ministrations. She moaned, reaching, reaching, reaching for the goal he offered…then in an instant secured it, reaching her peak, soaring to crisis. His finger stilled where it was, just pressing as if holding station, securing the moment and ensuring that she wrung every last drop of bliss from it.
    “Oh, my dear man…oh Ethan,” she wailed, holding on tighter to him, her rock in