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"There is just one thing. I'm weeping all over you."

At first he didn't understand. When he did, he started to laugh, which caused his "snake" to jiggle, which caused Tyra's eyes to widen. Finally he said, "The 'weeping' is from both of us, and it's natural… to be expected."

"Oh. All right. Proceed then."

"No more talking," he reminded her.

"No more talking," she agreed, running the back of her hand across her lips to demonstrate just how shut her mouth was.

For several long moments, he just gazed at her. Still straddling his body, trapping his half limp member inside her, she gazed back at him, waiting. God, she was magnificent.

"Lift your hair and place your hands behind your neck," he instructed.

She did so without question, and Adam decided then and there that there had never been a more beauteous or desirable female in all the kingdoms of the world. With just his fingertips, he traced her upraised inner arms from elbows to armpits, then the muscled planes of her sides and waist and hips.

The position of her arms caused her breasts to be outthrust. Leaning up off the bed, he took one nipple and areola into his mouth, just licking it at first with the tip of his tongue.

She made a soulful whimpering sound… the kind that makes a man thank God he is… well, a man. He hoped to elicit more of those sounds from her.

Pleased with the progress of what he hoped would be a slow assault, Adam began to suckle her. Slowly. Deeply. Rhythmically. Each time he drew on her, her inner muscles contracted around his staff, and soon he was hard enough to serve as the mast pole of a longship… certainly erect enough to give her all the pleasure she could want. But it was too soon for that. This time, he wanted to prolong her arousal, to double… nay, triple… her rapture when she finally peaked.

Tyra in the throes of ecstasy would be a sight to behold.

He hoped he survived.

Chapter Sixteen

Tyra was so excited she could scarce contain herself. How she would survive this wondrous night, she had no idea, but she could not wait to find out.

She sat as still as any woman could in her position. And wasn't that an amazing feat… that two people… a man and a woman… could fit together so well? She was not sure what she had expected, but not this… fullness, accompanied by the most delicious tension. Why didn't women tell other women how wonderful it was? Why keep it a secret? Or could it be that she was the only woman who experienced such bliss… or that only this man could bring it on?

"Why are you smiling, witchling?" he asked, chucking her playfully under the chin with his knuckles.

"It is a secret," she replied, hoping the smile on her face was one of mystery now, and not a silly grin.

"Ah, then, I will have to torture your secrets from you." Even as he spoke, he put his hands on her buttocks and rolled them over so she was on her back once again. Luckily, his manpart had remained within her, but then, mayhap it could not escape once it reached this size. She would have to ask… later.

Adam began an assault on her then that could only be described as sweet agony. He kissed her and kissed her and kissed her till she did not know where he ended and she began, whether his tongue was in her mouth or hers was in his.

He wet the inner whorls of her ears, then blew them dry with such erotic appeal that she felt as if there were a thread connecting her ears to that special place between her legs. She wanted so very badly for him to move there, but she was following orders, for a change, and she liked it.

He allowed her to return his kisses and caresses, but nothing more. She liked that, too.

He worshiped her breasts. She would be sore on the morrow, but that soreness would be a reminder of how much she had enjoyed his attentions.

He whispered wicked, wicked things about her body and the things they would do. Some of them were surely physically impossible, though she would be willing to try.

They were both panting loudly by the time he sat back on his haunches and pulled out of her slightly. Wrapping his heels under her thighs, he spread her wider, then ordered, "Watch this, dearling. I want you to see yourself."

She propped herself on her elbows and gazed downward where she could see her woman-folds and the portion of his manpart that was not inside her. He did the most tantalizing thing then. He wet his middle finger in the moisture they had made there and began to strum the exposed pleasure bud that rose up, distended.

At the first touch of his finger, she let out an agonized, wail, then began to keen, "Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. It is too much." In truth, it was not enough.

"Shhhh. Let it happen, sweetling," Adam said, his voice hardly recognizable for its hoarseness.

Flutters began inside her that quickly turned to clasps of his male organ, then a continuous series of full-blown spasms. She thought she might have screamed at the peak, so mindless was she.

"Now it is my turn," he said. "God willing, I will last longer this time than a boy with his first maid."