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She slid down beside him. As his hands roved over her naked form, he groaned again and kissed her some more.

“Em,” he murmured, rolling to pin her to the bed and kiss her deeply. His hands found her small breasts and massaged them. His fingers found her nipples and she arched under him, whimpering, her body pressing up into his and squirming against his thigh.

He knew what to do about this, and he moved his hand down to spear her satiny lips and stroke. She gave a very satisfactory moan. “Oh, Deo!”

He grinned against her neck and murmured, “Em! I want to see you unravel, Emily.”

She moaned again, pushing up into his touch, moving her hips, as he stroked her repeatedly, her breathing disjointed and her hands clutching at him. He sped up his touch gradually, giving that special place a lot of attention, careful to imitate what he had done before that seemed to work so well the first time.

“Deo! Ohh!” Her back arched, her head flung back into the pillows and her whole body shuddered. A long, drawn-out moan followed, her hips giving little jerks as she pressed into his fingers and uttered soft grunts. These gradually dissipated, and she slowly collapsed into the mattress, her body still moving in a slow sinuous fashion on the sheets.

He watched all this in fascination. Her reactions had been different this time, similar but different. He wondered if that meant it felt different? Probably? He knew from his own experience that orgasms were different in intensity and sensation depending on how he achieved them and what frame of mind or condition he was in. I suppose it is the same for women?

“Good, Em?” he asked, anxious for feedback.

“Hmm,” she murmured, bringing her legs together, still moving her hips. She rolled into him and nuzzled her face into his chest, pressing her damp mound against his thigh.

His cock jumped, leaking liquid, and he was reminded of his own tumescent condition and the heated ache in his groin. He pulled her close against him and said with a helpless sort of moan, “Oh, Em.” God, I want you! When will that damned letter arrive from the solicitors?

She was pressed against him, skin to skin, her hand roaming over his chest and worse yet, her hand moved down until it encountered his engorged cock.

He lay very still as her hand touched him ever so lightly. He swallowed a groan, not wanting to startle her, and waited to see what she would do next. His cock was quivering, and more liquid leaked out the eye. Her oiled fingers stroked him, and he couldn’t restrain the groan.

“Can I help?” she asked breathlessly. “Show me what to do?”

Wordlessly, because he didn’t think his vocal cords would work at this point, he took her hand and wrapped it around his hard shaft, moving it up and down slowly. After a stroke or two he moved her hand up and showed her how to smear the moisture over the head, pulling the foreskin fully clear of the crown.

“Like this?” she said, moving her hand up and down slowly from crown to base.

With his eyes closed, he nodded. Finding his voice, he croaked, “It’s most sensitive on the head.”

“I see,” she said, concentrating her hand over the crown and the place just below it, moving it up and down more rapidly. He groaned again; it was so exquisite. Her hand was small and felt very different to his own, but the whole notion of her doing it was so arousing he didn’t think he would last long. He knew a momentary panic at how she would react to his seed spilling all over his belly, but he had reached the point of overwrought arousal where he didn’t think he could stop.

His hips pumped up into her grip with increasing speed and his grunts and groans became positively animalistic. He managed to refrain from swearing aloud. But the words formed in his mind as he hit the point of no return, the hot rush of pleasure seized his body and his cock erupted, jerking in her grip and spilling hot come all over his belly.

Panting, his body slumped back against the pillows, and he lay with his eyes closed, waiting for her exclamation of disgust. When there was none, he opened his eyes and watched her let go of his cock slowly and raise her hand to her mouth and lick a drop of his seed off the back of it. She closed her eyes as she tasted it and smiled. “It’s slightly salty and slightly sweet.”

Her reaction, so far from disgust, made his throat tighten.

“Emily,” his voice was husky.

“Was that all right?” she asked anxiously.

“Emily!” He scooped her up against him and hugged her tight.

“I gather it was then?” she said.

He nodded, unable to speak.

“Well then,” she said with such a note of satisfaction he was tempted to laugh. He used his shirt to wipe the mess off his belly. Discarding the shirt, he settled himself back against the sheets, drawing her close against him.

“Sleep,” he murmured against her hair, and she nodded, nestling in.

He lay for a bit trying to fathom the events of the evening, but sleep overcame thought, and it was morning before he knew it.