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between her pussy lips and
he wrapped his arms around her knees. The tip of his tongue licked and teased
her clit in a way her own fingers never had. She was so wet she thought her
insides must be melting. Her hands rested on his hair and she held him there
while his clever tongue thrust deeper inside her.
    She felt his teeth nip at the loose flesh
of her clit while he tongued the nub once again. She cried out half in agony,
half in delirious joy.
    At the sound, he lifted his head. “Too
soon,” he murmured.
    He slid along her body and took her nipple
between his lips. As he drew it into his mouth he edged his cock between her
legs. Slowly he nudged her legs even wider open and his long hard shaft began
to fill her.
    She cried out again and he withdrew a
fraction.
    “No,” she moaned. “Stay there!”
    He raised his head to look at her, watch
her. She felt his soft breath on her cheek.
    “Put your arms around me.”
    After a moment’s hesitation she raised her
arms to rest on his shoulders. His skin was warm and silky under her caress.
Immediately his hands found her breasts and his mouth claimed hers. With a
murmur of acquiescence in her throat, she allowed him his way.
    Never had she met a man who concentrated on
a woman with such intensity, as if everything else on earth had ceased to
exist. True, he claimed not to have made love to a woman for decades, but there
was something more than raw hunger in him. She had supposed she would embark on
a purely physical encounter but as she allowed herself to float away she felt a
tremor of unease—a peculiar combination of apprehension and pleasure at being
the focus of such fierce attention. Instinct told her this was a man who could
not only make her want to be naked with him but could also strip her mind bare,
could discover everything worth knowing about her, every private fold of flesh
and thought.
    Part of her wanted to hold back, to save
something of herself, but she couldn’t do it. And he was just as wild, his
mouth hungry on hers, eager on her body, his hands trembling as they moved over
her. He murmured her name and his voice was rough and urgent, adding to the
power of his caress.
    She was drowning, letting herself go,
knowing she was lost. The possibility of any protective emotional distance was an illusion. Whether she liked it
or not, life meant emotional involvement and involvement meant taking risks.
    Her head told her this was one big risk.
    He entered her a little more and the wave
began to build again deep inside her. Until he withdrew again.
    Her cries were almost continuous now, deep
moans torn from her throat as she tossed her head from side to side, begging
and pleading with him for release.
    At last, he took pity on her and the tip of
his cock came to rest tight up against the wall of her womb. If she had thought
the rest was unbearable, this was sweet torture. He pressed against the
sensitive spot deep inside her and she came with a final cry and a rush of
moisture.
    Within seconds she felt his body convulse
and his cock thrust even harder as he was racked by his own release.
    After, when he lay inert in her cot and she
heard his regular breathing she slipped from his side. It was as if she had
opened a door to a dark, mysterious cave and stepped inside. There she had been
shaken by what she had encountered.
    She stood by the window, lifted the curtain
and gazed out in the darkness, looking at her reflection. Emotions were
universal and timeless and her emotions had rioted out of control. Were still
making her heart pound and her skin tingle. In the window glass she watched
herself run the tip of her tongue over her bruised and swollen lips. Emotions
could trump reason over and over again. One of the strongest emotions was love.
The truth of that could not be denied.
    Why was the word “love” floating on the
edge of her consciousness?
     
    She returned to the bedside and looked down
at Pierce as he slept. She was a grown woman with free choice.