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they plummeted over the edge of release together.

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    A long time later Oliver opened his eyes.
    She was sitting on his lap and his knees were bent holding them up. He was still nestled in her warmth, even though he was only semi-hard now. He could see a light dusting of freckles across her face and was entranced by the way her eyelashes curled gently against the soft skin of her round cheek. Slowly, as his mind began to catch up with his body, he realized the floor underneath him, although covered in lush carpet, was still hard. However, he honestly didn't know if he had enough energy left to move.
    As if she could read his mind, Abby sighed and stretched against his body. The friction of her soft skin against his was arousing and, though he would have thought seconds ago that there was no way he could go for round two, his body had other thoughts. But when she placed her hands on his chest and pushed, he allowed it, stretching out on his back on the floor. When she followed and stretched out on top of him, he thought that was dandy as well.
    "God, you feel good," she purred, nibbling and licking her way across his chest. Then she worked her way down and across his rib cage as she moved and separated them. He had a moment's regret for that as his arms were suddenly empty. "And your taste, even right here. I think I could survive on it alone. I never knew a man of the water would taste like this. You're tart but not tangy, and salty but not briny."
    Abby paused a few seconds to look up at him through her curtain of satiny hair. It fell in loose waves around her face and down to her shoulders. She looked like Circe luring sailors to take their chances against the rocks. She scooted even lower on his body and removed his spent condom. She touched his cock gently as if examining it were a sweet treat.
    "You know, I did some research on the Coast Guard," Abby murmured.
    Her words made a humming sound against the skin of his abdomen. His muscles quivered like he was doing a grueling round of crunches.
    "I learned that your motto is Semper Paratus --Always Prepared."
    If his brain had been anything more than mush at that moment, he might have found words to reply. All he could do was grab a fistful of her hair, whether to stop her or keep her in place forever, he couldn't tell.
    "Are you truly always prepared, Petty Officer Robinson?"
    Before he could do more than moan, her mouth swooped lower. She moved again and this time her head was at his groin and her hips were astride his chest. He could see her beautiful ass and, when she leaned forward and starting licking the underside of his cock, he could see her rosy, full vaginal lips. It was hard to concentrate as the wonderful sensations of her working his cock were quickly driving him insane, but he wanted to give her some pleasure as well. He began slowly, licking from front to back. As he worked, he reveled in the smell and taste of her. He nuzzled her bush and explored the depth beyond. She was very wet and her moans were matched only by his own moans as she pleasured him beyond belief.
    When he finally reached her firm, round button of desire Abby raised her head and his cock fell free from her mouth. Although he was dying for his own release, he wanted to give her this first. With her back as tight as an archer's bow, he continued to suckle her clit and managed to insert first one finger, then two, into her pussy. Her muscles clenched and released and the shiver that began at the top of her neck resonated throughout her body as her climax poured through her and onto his tongue.
    When her shivers finally stopped, she turned her head and looked back at him. "Wow, that was unbelievabe," she said. "Your turn."
    She turned back and began again to lick and fondle his cock and balls. He was so close it didn't take much, but when she tongued her way across his slit and took about three-quarters of him deep into her mouth, he felt his balls surge close to his body and cried, "I'm