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between them. She wanted to experience again the delicious, forbidden union that they had achieved before. In an uneven voice, she whispered, "Mike, I"
His mouth did not let her finish, but she did not have to. He knew what she wanted. She did not know if he read her mind through their unique connection or whether he acted for his own need, but suddenly he rolled away, dragged off her gown and his own underwear, and pulled her tightly to him.
His firm skin was a sweet conflagration against hers. The wavy mat of his chest hair scraped her sensitive breasts like soft wire. She felt his hands inquisitively probing her thighs, and instinctively she parted her legs.
He stroked the most intimate part of her with his fingers, while she moaned softly. She had to touch him in returnthe muscular breadth of his chest, his tight, firm buttocks. She heard his quick intake of breath as she wrapped her fingers about the searing length of him. "Abby," he murmured. His mouth captured hers once more as he pulled his body away for an instant.
And then he was inside her. It did not matter that the lights were turned on, for her eyes were tightly closed, the better to concentrate on the enormity and ecstasy of tactile sensation.
Fleetingly she recalled once again her own society's prohibition against such activity without benefit of marriage, the assumption that a woman could not feel any enjoyment even then, but the thought was overwhelmed by the exqui-

 
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