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Subject: {ASSM} rest of Chapter One, Peter And Paula Married
Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2001 19:10:01 -0400
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As he positioned himself between her parted and raised legs -- her palms on her
bent kneecaps holding them balanced up and back, dainty heels on stout ribs --
he looked directly into her emerald fires and his eyebrows shot up and down,
once. "I'll show you who's a baby," he said with delicious menace, and sunk in
so quickly that it popped her eyes open wide before they smoothed to
half-lidded, dreamy pools of pleasures savored, smoky puddles of syrupy delight
to drown in. He watched her carefully, but with assurance, and caught the
rhythm fairly quickly this time, easing into it but not into her, getting a
pretty good slam speed going, stroking steadily and stoking the flames within
her until she built and built and didn't have to say a word this time, he knew,
and it felt satisfying to him when she spilled over, as if he'd known that
rhythm all along, always and forever, and everything was right and here she was
and he couldn't even really hear her or see her, except wrapped in the soft
sucking sigh of his own relief that he'd found a way, a rhythm, a stroke and
precise, flowing pressure, to bring her easily to this place without having to
clench and strain and count one two three, but finally to waltz with her in
fluid swirls, around and around the grand ballroom of their desire, til the
music swelled and she swelled again and cooed and hissed in his ear and he
figured he might as well swell too, and did, with a surprised grunt, shooting
in her, a smile squirting from her lips as well, and his last thought as he
lumbered into sleep on top of her was that he was still hard inside her, and he
could feel the point of one of the taut corners of her lips in his ear as she
smiled.

END OF CHAPTER ONE 

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