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ride you now, but I’ll be as easy as I can. The pleasure is almost unbearable. Hold on to me Cici and savor every minute.” He then carried them into a maze of sensations and delights that Cici had never even imagined. He pumped into her in a steady rhythm that set off a fiery response between her thighs. She panted for breath and arched her back so her aching nipples could rub against his chest as he moved over her. The hair on his chest abraded the sensitive peaks until they tightened into an exquisite ache.
    “Oh Andrew, something is happening. What are you doing to me?”
    “Just ride the waves, Cici. Climb to the top and let your orgasm sweep you over the crest to where only pleasure awaits you on the other side.”
    Awash in sensation, she rode the crest of that wave until she was hurled over the other side just as he’d said. He soon followed, letting out a roar of satisfaction before collapsing on top of her. Lying beneath him she listened as they both gasped for breath, their body’s clinging damply together from their exertions. His weight made it more difficult for her to catch her breath. Soon he realized he was crushing her and slipped to her side, taking her with him, still intimately joined. Holding her close he couldn’t stop touching her, caressing her skin, brushing back the damp tendrils of hair from her forehead.
    “Andrew, I have no words…”
    “Sometimes words are unnecessary.”
    She thought back over the past hour and blushed. Oh, the things he had done. He had actually put his mouth on her… She couldn’t even think it, let alone say it. But he had said it and so many other shocking things. Her husband had quite salty language for a gentleman.
    “Andrew, where on earth did you hear all those words…” Her face burned as she remembered him calling her woman’s flesh a quim and when she had, uh… culminated, an orgasm. She thought she understood their meaning in context, but she was taken aback that words actually existed for those kinds of things.
    “I am a man of the world. It may sound lewd to you, but those were mild in comparison to some of the other bawdier nouns and adjectives I have heard in my travels.”
    “I don’t know what they mean.”
    “Shall we have a vocabulary lesson then?” He teased her gently, still caressing and soothing her. He pressed kisses along her cheek and the corner of her mouth.
    “What about the last one, just before…”
    He raised a quizzical eyebrow in her direction, enjoying her shyness and embarrassment. She was a delight to be with and an adorable bundle to hold in his arms as well.
    “The Latin sounding word, Andrew… oh, please don’t tease me.” She pouted prettily and frowned at his reluctance to help her out of the awkward conversation. “Never you mind then.”
    “I’m sorry, but you look utterly adorable when flustered and embarrassed. I think you are referring to the word I said before we both came in one stunner of a fashion. The word is orgasm, which is derived from the Latin word orgasmus. Now to define it… Let’s see, there are so many synonyms I shall attempt to remember them all; to climax sexually, to swell with excitement. Well I certainly did that. To become ripe or in heat; we can assign those characteristics to you. There is also to burgeon, to culminate, and to swell with strength; again in reference to myself.
    Giggling hysterically, she swatted his shoulder and insisted that he stop. “Andrew, not only are you incorrigible, but you are a veritable font of information.
    “No… font would refer to you, for I certainly baptized you in the living waters this evening.”
    Her hands flew to cover her fiery blush and she squealed as he rolled her to her back and came over her again. Pausing, he pushed her hands gently away from her face. “Are you ready for another round, or are you too sore?”
    “Again?”
    “Oh yes dear, I am probably only good for another go round or two, but a woman, ah the blessing of a