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s tongue played games with
his. With one hand on Naomi's shapely buttocks and the other tangled in
her red hair, Zarth pulled Caitlin tighter against him while they
kissed, and with his powerful mind he sensed the waves of arousal
pulsing through her. He very nearly gave in to his desire to make
love to Naomi's right there on the cold, wet ledge; but then he remembered
the magic rug.
"Caitlin," he whispered breathlessly, "your rug is waiting on
the beach for us. Let's go back there, love." Caitlin nodded, also
breathless with arousal, and they dived back into the water and swam
at top speed for the beach.
When they reached the rug, they stood beside it, embracing for a
minute, so the sun could dry them off. Then they collapsed onto it,
and Caitlin giggled as Zarth's hands began exploring and teasing her
most sensitive regions.
Then Caitlin's hands slipped down onto Zarth's expanding groin,
and he shuddered and closed his eyes in ecstasy as he felt her
fingertips lightly caressing and ticklin
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