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lf…hard beneath her； and unfortably trapped。 Self…conscious； too。 She pulled the bathrobe open； and ran her palms across his chest。 His body was solid without being heavy； silk hair spread out from his sternum and down the central groove of his abdomen； coarsening as it descended。 She sat up a little to release the robe from his groin。 His cock； freed； flipped from four to noon。 She stroked its underside： it responded in gulps。
〃Pretty；〃 she said。
He was getting used to her approbation now。 Her calm was infectious。 He half…sat up； perching on his elbows to get a better look at her poised above him。 She was intent on his erection； putting her index finger into her mouth and transferring a film of saliva to his cock； running fingertips up and down in fluid； lazy motions。 He squirmed with pleasure。 A rash of heat had appeared on his chest； further signal；； if any were needed； of his arousal。 His cheeks burned too。
〃Kiss me；〃 he asked。
She leaned forward and met his mouth。 They collapsed back onto the bed。 His hands felt for the bottom of her sweater； and started to ease it up； but she stopped him。
〃No；〃 she murmured into his mouth。
〃。 。 。 want to see you 。 。 。〃 he said。
She sat back up。 He was looking up at her； perplexed。
〃Not so fast；〃 she said； and raised the sweater far enough to expose her belly and breasts to him； without taking the garment off。 Marty took in her body like a blind man granted sight： the dusting of gooseflesh； the unexpected fullness of her。 His hands toured where his eyes went； pressing her bright skin； describing spirals on her nipples； watching the weight of her breasts ride on her rib cage。。 Mouth now followed eye and hand： he wanted to bathe her with his tongue。 She pulled his head against her。 Through the mesh of his hair his scalp gleamed a baby pink。 She craned to kiss it but couldn't reach； and slid her hand down instead to take hold of his cock。 〃Be careful；〃 he murmured as she stroked。 There was wetness in her palm； she relinquished her hold。
Gently； he coaxed her over and they fell side by side across the bed。 She pushed the robe off his neck； while his fingers worked at the button at the top of her jeans。 She made no attempt to assist； liking the look of concentration he wore。 It would be so good to be pletely naked with him： skin to skin。 But this wasn't the time to risk that。 Suppose he saw the bruises and the needle marks； and rejected her。 It would be unbearable。
He had successfully undone the button and unzipped the fly； and now his hands were in her jeans； sliding under the top of her panties。 There was urgency in him； and much as she loved to watch his intent； she aided the undressing now； raising her hips from the bed and sliding the jeans and panties down； exposing her body from nipples to knee。 He moved over her； leaving a trail of saliva to mark his way； licking at her navel； and lower now； face flushed； his tongue in her； not expert exactly； but eager to learn； nuzzling out the places that pleased her by the sound of her sighs。
He slid the jeans lower； and when she didn't resist； all the way off。 Her panties followed； and she closed her eyes； blotting out everything but his exploration。 In his eagerness he displayed the instincts of a cannibal； nothing her body fed him would be rejected； he pressed as deep as anatomy allowed。
Something itched at the back of her neck； but she ignored it； too concerned with this other sport。 He looked up from her groin； with doubt on his face。
〃Go on；〃 she said。
She wriggled up the bed； inviting him into her。 The doubt on his face persisted。
〃What's wrong？〃 〃No protection；〃 he said。
〃Forget it。〃 He needed no second invitation。 Her position； not lying beneath him but half…sitting； allowed her to watch his sweet display； pressing the root of his cock until the head darkened and glossed； before entering her slowly； almost reverentially。 Now he relinquished hold of himself； and put his hands on the bed to either side of her； his back arched； a crescent within a crescent； as his body weight carried him in。 His lips parted； and his tongue emerged to lap at her eyes。
She moved to meet him； pressing her hips up to his。 He sighed： frowned。
Oh； Jesus； she thought； he's e。 But his eyes opened again still raging； and his strokes； after the initial threat of mistiming； were even and slow。
Again； her neck irritated her； it felt more than an itch。 It was a bite； a drill hole。 She tried to ignore it； but the sensation only intensified as her body gave way to the moment。 Marty was too intent on their locked anatomies to register her disfort。 His breath was jagged； hot on her face。 She tried to move； hoping the ache was just the tension of this position。
〃Marty 。 。 。〃 she breathed； 〃roll over。〃 He wasn't sure of this maneuver at first； but once he was on his back； and she sitting on him； he caught her rhythm easily。 He began to climb again： dizzy with the height。
The pain at her neck persisted； but she thrust it out of focus。 She bent forward； her face six inches above Marty's； and let saliva fall from her mouth into his； a thread of bubbles that …he received with an open grin； pushing up into her as deep as he could go and holding himself there。
Suddenly； something moved in her。 Not Marty。 Something or somebody else； fluttering in her system。 Her concentration faltered； her heart too。 She lost focus on where she was and what she was。 Another set of eyes seemed to look through hers： momentarily she shared their owner's vision。 She saw sex as depravity； a raw and bestial exchange。
〃No；〃 she said； trying to cancel the nausea that had suddenly risen in her。
Marty opened his eyes to slits； taking her 〃no〃 as a mand to postpone the finish。
〃I'm trying； babe 。 。 。〃 he said； grinning。 〃Just don't move。〃 She couldn't grasp what he meant at first： he was a thousand miles from her； lying below in a foul sweat； wounding her against her wishes。 〃OK？〃 he breathed； holding on until it almost hurt。 He seemed to swell in her。 The sensation drove the double vision out of her head。 The other viewer shrank away behind her eyes； revolted by the fullness and the fleshiness of this act； by its reality。 Did the intruding mind feel Marty too； she half…thought； its cortex plumbed by a cock…head that was swelling to cream even now？
〃God 。 。 。〃 she said。
With the other eyes in retreat； the joy came back。
〃Can't stop； babe；〃 Marty said。
〃Go on；〃 she said。 〃It's all right。 It's all right。〃 Flecks of her sweat hit him as she moved on top of him。
〃Go on。 Yes！〃 she said again。 It was an exclamation of pure delight； and it took him past the point of return。 He tried to stave off eruption for a few more trembling seconds。 The weight of her hips on him； the heat of her channel； the brightness of her breasts； filled his head。
And then somebody spoke； a low； guttural voice。
〃Stop it。〃 Marty's eyes fluttered open； glancing to left and right。 There was nobody else in the room。 His head had invented the sound。 He canceled the illusion and looked back at Carys。
〃Go on；〃 she said。 〃Please go on。〃 She was dancing on him。 The bones of her hips caught the