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stalked across the living room and
disappeared through the wall.
    “Good!” I yelled at the ceiling, figuring he
was somewhere in that vicinity by that time. Getting up, I gathered
my bedding and headed for my bed again.
    I woke up some time later with a head
between my legs and a tongue in my kitty. I was thoroughly aroused
by the time I roused, however. I might still have been tempted to
swat him except that the moment I’d run him off I’d begun to feel
guilty about my comment about his mother.
    Besides, it felt too damned good to make him
stop. His mouth was hot. His tongue was talented and waves of
exquisite sensation were pouring through me.
    I was really torn. I could feel the tension
inside of me building rapidly toward release. I wanted it. At the
same time, I was enjoying the feel of his tongue and mouth too much
to rush things.
    Then there was the fact that I never had
nearly as good a climax if it was just clitoral.
    I decided to compromise and enjoy it until I
was really close.
    When I felt the first rush, I grabbed two
handfuls of hair and tried to dislodge him. He grabbed my hands and
held them and kept right on teasing me. I groaned when the first
convulsions of pleasure began to wrack my body. By the time he
decided he was done, I was screaming and trying to escape. He
shifted, crawling up my quaking body slowly, teasing my still
sensitive flesh until I thought I couldn’t stand it. I groaned in
complaint when he began teasing my nipples.
    My vaginal muscles clenched so hard when he
tried to push inside of me my belly cramped. I wasn’t sure I wanted
him there at the moment, but I was too far gone to utter a verbal
complaint beyond the moans and groans, and besides, he hadn’t
gotten his. I was surprised and not altogether pleased when I felt
the tension building in me again when he finally filled me
completely and began to move rhythmically along my channel. It
wasn’t displeasure so much as the anxiety that I was going to get
halfway there before he came and then crash and burn.
    He stayed with me, lifting my legs to his
shoulders so that he was hitting my g-spot in just the right way.
The second coming almost blew my mind. I was still shuddering with
the aftershocks when he found his own release.
    He did the strangest thing when he’d stopped
shuddering. Instead of rolling off of me and giving both of us a
chance to catch our breaths and cool down, he slipped his arms
around me, dragging me over as he rolled until I was lying half on
top of him and then he nuzzled my neck and kissed me for several
minutes—long enough I’d just decided he meant to start over when he
stopped and went to sleep.
    That was so disconcerting it almost woke me
up completely. As it was I lay for a long time wondering if he was
losing interest before I finally got too tired to worry about it
anymore.
    Dawn, my least favorite time of day, made
its presence known by finding every chink in my fucking curtains
and pouring blinding daylight against my eyelids remorselessly. I
tried to move but discovered I was pinned down by something heavy,
and hot—that was breathing against my neck. It took me five minutes
to wiggle out from under him. I felt a peculiar pang when I glanced
over at his sleeping face.
    Deciding finally that it was just sensation
returning to my numbed body after a prolonged period of poor
circulation due to the lead weight Gideon became when he was
asleep, I got off the bed and staggered toward the bathroom to take
care my morning ritual.
    Lucky for me the effort to get out from
under him had heightened my mental capacity a good bit over my
general condition first thing in the morning. I’d already flopped
on the pot before I remembered the test—but I probably wouldn’t
have remembered it until I was done if I hadn’t been semi-alert.
Grabbing one from the cabinet, I wrestled with the packaging,
trying to clench until I could get the test strip out. After moving
it back and forth in front of me for