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hivered. His hips moved forward, and Yuka Onishi whispered only one word
to him: "Patience." Yuka Onishi felt him nod.
Again, he entered Yuka's -- slowly, gently, with easy grace. Their
bodies met, and Julian understood Yuka's desire, Yuka's wish to keep this
as it was. The frantic grasping he had nearly given in to was as
nothing compared to the electric unity he felt now -- in each instant
of this togetherness, 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 Yuka'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, Yuka's legs around
him, Yuka's breasts pushed against his bare chest, their gentle softness
and the strength of the muscles underneath. Gently, he began to
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