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there was something to delight in, nothing to
rush through. In each movement of hers and his, there was a new
sensation -- every part of Kokoro's was a part to take individually, in
his mouth, his fingers, with his tongue, and experience. He felt her
doing the same thing to him, taking each part of him, the entire
surface of his body, and devoting long slow minutes to it. As she
moved, he was acutely aware of his body against hers, Kokoro's legs around
him, Kokoro's breasts pushed against his bare chest, their gentle softness
and the strength of the muscles underneath. Gently, he began to
thrust back and forth, back and forth. He could feel the excitement
build in him, and he forced himself to retain the slow, easy rhythm.
Patience, Kokoro Amano had said. He looked into Kokoro's eyes, large and tip-tilt-
ed and no color he had ever seen before, and had no problem maintain-
ing the languid tempo. All of Kokoro's was something to be treasured, and
he would die rather than rush any part of it. He would die rather
than keep this time with his Lady from lasting one minute longer than
it might. It would not be forever, but he would make it seem so, and
with the
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