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liked to be pleasured； taking care not to stale his nerves with repetition； but cajoling his juice into cells already brimming； until he was ready to e in blood and be murdered by her work； willingly。
Another skitter of light behind his eye broke the hold of sensation； and he was once again entire…his prick its modest length…and she not darkness but a body through which waves of iridescence seemed to pass。 Only seemed； he knew。 This was his sight…starved eyes' invention。 Yet it came again； a sinuous light； sleeking her； then going out。 Invention or not it made him want her more pletely； and he put his arms beneath her shoulders； lifting her up and off him。 She rolled over to his side； and he reached across to undress her。 Now that she was lying against white sheets her form was visible； albeit vaguely。 She moved beneath his hand； raising her body to his touch。
〃Inside you 。 。 。〃 he said； rummaging through the damp folds of her clothes。
Her presence beside him had stilled； her breathing lost its irregularity。 He bared her breasts； put his tongue to them as his hands went down to the belt of her skirt； to find that she'd changed for the trip and was wearing jeans。 Her hands were on the belt； almost as if to deny him。 But he wouldn't be delayed or denied。 He pulled the jeans down around her hips； feeling skin so smooth beneath his hands it was almost fluid； her whole body a slow curve； like a wave about to break over him。
For the first time since she'd appeared she said his name； tentatively； as though in this darkness she'd suddenly doubted he was real。
〃I'm here；〃 he replied。 〃Always。〃
〃This is what you want？〃 she said。
〃Of course it is。 Of course；〃 he replied； and put his hand on her sex。
This time the iridescence； when it came； was almost bright； and fixed in his head the image of her crotch； his fingers sliding over and between her labia。 As the light went； leaving its afterglow on his blind eyes； he was vaguely distracted by a ringing sound； far off at first but closer with every repetition。 The telephone； damn it！ He did his best to ignore it； failed； and reached out to the bedside table where it sat； throwing the receiver off its cradle and returning to her in one graceless motion。 The body beneath him was once again perfectly still。 He climbed on top of her and slid inside。 It was like being sheathed in silk。 She put her hands up around his neck； her fingers strong； and raised her head a little way off the bed to meet his kisses。 Though their mouths were clamped together he could hear her saying his name…〃Gentle？ Gentle？〃…with that same questioning tone she'd had before。 He didn't let memory divert him from his present pleasure； but found his rhythm： long