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okay. This was his gift to her; to allow her to sink into erotic pleasure without needing to do anything. This was the ultimate treat he could give his girl.
    He increased the speed of his tongue on her clit, and firmly pressed his fingers against her G-spot, rubbing as fast as he could in the place he knew would result in her coming hard.
    The feel of her panties against his moving hand turned him on, and he was desperate to abandon this and finish her off with his cock. But there was plenty of time for that; for now he pushed his face forward, enjoying the sweet taste of her pussy in his mouth and the feel of her tightness around his fingers. Sam ground herself strongly into him, and she suddenly tensed and froze. She seemed to hold her breath for an eternity, skimming along on the crest of a wave of ecstasy, which was due to crash down any second. He continued to tongue her clit and rub her G-spot, knowing she’d kill him if he stopped now. He sensed this was going to be a big release. And then it came – the guttural groan of her orgasm; then the next wave, then the next, increasing with intensity, rising and crashing. He felt so proud to hear Sam enjoying herself, knowing she didn’t need to hold back. He was glad there were no neighbours to worry about around here, so she could really let go. Her pussy contracted with each pulse of pleasure that struck, pulling Verlaine’s fingers further inside, not letting him go. Sam’s leg suddenly gripped his shoulders, and she drew him deeper, rubbing her pelvis against his tongue-tip, and extracting as much pleasure from him as possible.
    Verlaine raised his eyes upwards to look at her face. The delight she was currently immersed in made it all worth it – she looked utterly fulfilled, like a child; so carefree.
    Sam’s fists unclenched and Verlaine eased off the licking as she floated back to reality. He knew her clit sometimes became sensitive after an orgasm, so he tried to maintain the perfect pressure, but his caring mood sagged slightly as she kicked him in the face to move him away.
    He glared at her, but then he couldn’t help but grin. She still seemed lost; like she was under a spell. Sam wasn’t the sort of person who kicked you in the face on purpose. He immediately forgave her, and watched as she continued her journey back to earth.
    He eased himself from the grip of her legs and carefully reclaimed his fingers. Sam glanced down and they made eye contact. The beautiful vibes soared in the air between them, filling Verlaine’s heart with dazzling harmony. Sam giggled.
    He crawled back up the bed to hold her in his arms, which he knew she enjoyed after climaxing. She snuggled into his chest, and he pulled the covers over her naked body, not wanting her to get chilly now she was nice and warm. 
    She grinned at him; cheeks still rosy. “Thank you, my love. You’re so good to me.”
    He held her close. “It was awesome for me, too, baby. ‘Cept for when you kicked me in the face.”
    Her expression sunk to worry. “Did I?”
    “It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean to.”
    She kissed his bare chest. “I’d never hurt you. Especially not after you did that for me!”
    “I know. I’m glad you enjoyed it so much.”
    There was a beat of silence. Then she giggled again. 
    “You’re so beautiful, Sam. So beautiful.”
    “That was amazing. I love you.”
    Verlaine gazed at her and allowed his soul to swell with adoration. It was a pleasure to do that for his girl. She seemed so content now – as if all her problems had been removed and replaced with pure joy.
    He gazed into her eyes. “When I look into your soul I see utter perfection. Absolute love. Not that usual ‘I want you to make me happy’ stuff. But real love. I can see the universe in there, shining back at me. Unconditional.”
    “Aw, Verlaine, thank you. You see, you are very articulate. And you’re very good at the other kind of oral too!”
    He chuckled. “Thanks.”
    She yawned, then