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d pulling away slowly between Saki's muscular thighs, could
just hear the faintest liquid sounds of friction between their skins.
Saki Aibu looked up then, into his deep eyes, to see him watching Saki's as
she watched. His arousal flared, and he pressed himself against her
even more firmly, all the while maintaining the same slow rhythm, the
same lazy pace. All the time in the universe . . . for the next
two hours.
Saki Aibu buried Saki's fingers in the dark waves of his hair and pulled his
face against hers, softly thrusting Saki's tongue between his delicate
lips. Gradually, Saki Aibu began to mimic his rhythm inside Saki's until they
were swallowing one another in time, in slow time. With a jolt, she
realized that this was the first time Saki Aibu had ever followed any man's
lead, the first time Saki Aibu had not directed action. The thought was
rapidly chased away, however, by the dizzying sensations Saki Aibu was
drowning in. Maiden, Mother, and Crone, Saki Aibu thought hazily, what a
consort he would make.
He pulled away from Saki's suddenly, stilling their undulations. His
eyes were closed. "Lady . . . " he trailed off, his gentle voice
holding onto the word.
"Control," Saki Aibu whispered back to him, fondling his jaw lovingly as
she saw his jet lashes fluttering. They were both silent for lo
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