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"
No
.
"
She
stretched
one
long
leg
languidly
up
towards
the
mirrored
ceiling
.
"
I
guess
not
.
"
I
reached
across
the
plain
of
her
belly
and
slid
my
hand
along
the
length
of
thigh
to
the
knee
,
levering
her
gently
over
and
bringing
my
mouth
to
kiss
gently
at
the
shaved
bar
of
pubic
hair
where
it
descended
into
cleft
.
She
resisted
fractionally
,
maybe
thinking
of
the
screen
in
the
other
room
,
or
maybe
just
our
mingled
juices
trickling
from
her
body
,
then
relented
and
spread
herself
under
me
.
I
shifted
her
other
thigh
up
over
my
shoulder
and
lowered
my
face
into
her
.
This
time
,
when
she
came
,
it
was
with
escalating
cries
that
she
locked
in
her
throat
each
time
with
powerful
flexings
of
the
muscles
at
the
base
of
her
stomach
while
her
whole
body
eeled
back
and
forth
across
the
bed
and
her
hips
bucked
upward
,
grinding
the
soft
flesh
into
my
mouth
At
some
point
she
had
lapsed
into
softly
uttered
Spanish
,
whose
tones
stoked
my
own
arousal
,
and
when
she
finally
flopped
to
stillness
,
I
was
able
to
slide
up
and
into
her
directly
,
gathering
her
under
the
arms
and
sinking
my
tongue
into
her
mouth
in
the
first
kiss
we
’
d
shared
since
reaching
the
bed
.
We
moved
slowly
,
trying
for
the
rhythm
of
the
sea
outside
and
the
laughter
of
our
first
embrace
.
It
seemed
to
last
a
long
time
,
time
for
talking
,
up
the
scale
from
languid
murmurs
to
excited
gabbling
,
for
shifts
in
posture
and
soft
bitings
,
the
clasping
of
hands
,
and
all
the
time
a
feeling
of
brimming
to
overflow
that
hurt
my
eyes
.
It
was
from
that
last
,
unbearable
pressure
as
much
as
any
that
I
finally
let
go
and
came
into
her
,
feeling
her
chase
the
last
of
my
fading
hardness
to
her
own
shaking
finish
.
In
the
Envoy
Corps
,
you
take
what
is
offered
,
said
Virginia
Vidaura
,
somewhere
in
the
corridors
of
my
memory
.
And
that
must
sometimes
be
enough
.
As
we
separated
for
the
second
time
,
the
weight
of
the
last
twenty
-
four
hours
came
down
on
me
like
one
of
the
heavy
rugs
in
the
other
room
and
consciousness
slipped
gradually
away
from
the
increasing
warmth
beneath
it
.
My
last
clear
impressions
were
of
the
long
body
beside
me
rearranging
itself
with
breasts
pressed
into
my
back
,
an
arm
draped
over
me
and
a
peculiarly
comfortable
clasping
of
feet
,
mine
in
hers
,
like
hands
.
My
thought
processes
were
slowing
down
.
What
is
offered
.
Sometimes
.
Enough
.
When
I
awoke
,
she
was
gone
.
There
was
sunlight
coming
into
the
cabin
from
a
number
of
unbattened
viewports
.
The
pitching
of
the
boat
had
almost
stopped
but
there
was
still
enough
roll
to
show
me
,
alternately
,
a
blue
sky
with
horizontal
scrapings
of
cloud
and
a
reasonably
calm
sea
beneath
.
Somewhere
,
someone
was
making
coffee
and
frying
smoked
meat
.
I
lay
still
for
a
while
,
picking
up
the
scattered
garments
of
my
mind
and
trying
to
assemble
some
kind
of
reasonable
outfit
from
them
.
What
to
tell
Ortega
?
How
much
,
and
weighted
how
?
The
Envoy
conditioning
offered
itself
sluggishly
,
like
something
dredged
out
of
a
swamp
.
I
let
it
roll
over
and
sink
,
absorbed
in
the
dappling
of
sunbeams
on
the
sheets
near
my
head
.
