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Subject: {ASSM} repost -- emocleW {Uther} (MF wl rom)
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If you are under the age of 18, or otherwise forbidden by law
to read electronically transmitted erotic material, please go do
something else.

This material is Copyright, 2003, Uther Pendragon.  All rights
reserved.  I specifically grant the right of downloading and
keeping ONE electronic copy for your personal reading so long as
this notice is included.  Reposting requires previous
permission.

All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as
public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination
and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly
coincidental.


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                             emocleW
                       by Uther Pendragon
                    nogardneprethu@gmail.com


The night was sweet torture.  Gary held her breast while
they slept.  He woke to find himself pressed into the crack
between those firm hips.  But Caroline didn't stir.  And, he
knew, she wouldn't really respond until she had slept her
exhaustion out. He slipped out of bed taking care to not wake
her, care that looked unnecessary.

She had spent two weeks in the field, living on coffee and
adrenaline.  Contract clinched, she'd flown over most of the
continent Friday night.  Having dozed on the plane and in the car
when he picked her up, she'd staggered into the bedroom to let
him help her undress.  Then she had crashed.

When he heard the water in the bathroom basin, he started
cooking.  Grocers sell frozen waffles for occasions like this.
She ate neatly, taking small bites but keeping them coming.
Seeing her sate one appetite reminded him of how she could sate
another.  He walked around behind her and played with her ears.
She had such pretty ears, with such sensitive back edges.  "Miss
me?" she asked as she finished the fifth waffle.  "I missed you."
She covered the sixth with syrup and dug in.  He combed his
fingers through her hair, feeling the chewing muscles move every
time his fingers passed over her temples.  "I could take a quick
shower," she continued.  "I took enough of them the past two
weeks."

"Let me have the peasant this afternoon," he answered.  "You
know that what you really want is to wallow in a tub.  I'll deal
with the princess tonight."

There is a time for slow undressing, a time for many kisses to
each part of your woman as you unwrap her, a time for petting
while standing before lying down for more petting.  This wasn't
one of those times.

He was naked in bed before she finished washing her sticky
hands. Caroline shed her robe as she walked through the bedroom
door. He saw the firm breasts jiggle to her stride; he glimpsed
the nether lips under her trim bush.  Then she lay beside
him.

Her motion into his arms was a continuation of her motion into
bed.  Their bodies locked together as their mouths did.  While
his tongue explored her mouth, his hands passed compulsively over
her smooth butt.  Her nipples -- already erect -- pressed into
his chest as her tongue pressed back against his.

When they had to catch their breaths, she eased onto her back.
He kissed forehead, cheeks and neck while his hand brought the
covers over them before caressing her torso.  Another long kiss
with wrestling tongues followed while he stroked breasts and
thighs.  When he broke away from that luscious mouth to kiss down
her throat and shoulders towards her breasts, he finally stroked
between those thighs.  She parted and raised them, inviting his
hand.

As he sucked the first nipple he had tasted in two long weeks,
he parted her outer lips.  Gently, he moved the inner lips
against each other.  They moved easily, slickly.  The motion
pressed out some of her copious moisture; she was as ready for
him as he was for her.  He knew that he could drive into her then
and bring them both to a crashing satisfaction.

Impatient as he was, however, this was a time for patience.
He wanted more than her satisfaction; he wanted her repletion.
He stroked some of that moisture upward to one side, stroked
another fingerful upward to the other side.  When he stroked
straight up the groove and across her clit, she sighed.  Soon,
her hips were rising and falling on the bed in counterpoint to
his hand's motion.

She reached to grasp his thigh.  "Now, darling."  He sucked
hard on the nipple in his mouth before climbing between her legs.
She guided him in.  If her hand had been warm, where he was now
was hot.  Hot and slick and clasping around him.

"I love you," he said while pressed fully within her.  "I
missed you, not only this."

"I missed you," she said, "especially this."

Then he let himself go, driving in and out and faster and
faster. She started clutching around him just before his own
spasm struck.  He continued driving in and out while his whole
being poured out through his cock into her.

She hugged him tight, and he rested all his weight on her
softness.  Then he moved off her and pointed to the sign he'd had
the computer print out and hung on the wall, 'emocleW.'  "Welcome
back, darling."

When his strength had returned, she was back asleep.  He
hugged her for a few minutes before getting up.


The end
emocleW
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2003/08/18
2004/04/13
2010/07/06

Thanks to Denny for editing this.


The index to almost all my stories:
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