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ps moved forward, and whispered only one word
to him: "Patience." felt him nod.
Again, he entered 's -- slowly, gently, with easy grace. Their
bodies met, and Julian understood 's desire, '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 '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, 's legs around
him, '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, had said. He looked into '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 's was something to be treasured, and
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