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year, your schooling interrupted, Des still a baby,
you walked miles every day waiting on those tables."  Well, she had worked with other organs, too; but she appreciated his kisses on her thighs.  The licks and sucks down there sent thrills up to her belly.
     
    "Your tongue has always thrilled me," she said.  He came up in the bed to rest on his elbows on both sides of her arms.  She kissed his mouth and sucked on his tongue.  His erection was pressed between their bellies.  Her nipples were firm against his chest.
     
    "And," John said, "you gave me Desdemona."  He kissed her
nether lips before his tongue licked where their baby had come out.  The game of thanks was over; now came serious business. 
     
    One hand played with her breast while the other roved over her thigh and butt.  He licked up, almost to her clitoris, and then down.  Despite their nakedness in the air-conditioned apartment, she wasn't cold.  Indeed, all this attention was heating her up.
     
    He rubbed the bottoms of her outer lips against one another
while his tongue was licking all around her clitoris.  When his tongue finally found the spot, he inserted two fingers into her. 
She planted her feet firmly on the bed and pushed her groin up to meet his face.
     
    She felt him moving his fingers inside her, felt them hit pay dirt.  "Yes, John," she said.  His fingers and tongue, even his hand on her breast, were kindling flames deep inside her. "Oh darling," she said.
     
    Then, the flames burst within her, and she was too busy to
feel anything.  It went on and on, taking more and more of her,
consuming her utterly.  She arched mindlessly, writhing in ecstasy.
     
    Suddenly, it was over.  She lay there gasping while John lay
with his head on her thigh.  He clasped one butt cheek with the
hand that was down there.
     
    "Oh love," she said finally.
     
    "I love you," he responded.
     
    She managed to sit up in bed.  At her pressure on his shoulder, he lay down flat. "And you," she said, "gave me Desdemona."  She rubbed her cheek against his chest on her way to her target.  His cock bobbed, knowing what was coming.  She took the head into her mouth, letting it go with a soft kiss.  Already firm, it arched upward after that kiss.
     
    "And, long ago," he said, "you gave me yourself."  This
comment was new.  So was the second kiss to her now-tender labia.
     
    When he drew back, she turned onto her left side.  He lay
behind her with his cock pressing against her.  She raised up on her elbow and reached her right hand down between her legs.  She helped him in.  His entry was slow and gentle, filling her.  She was so full, so delightfully full.
     
    He slid his arm under her to cup her left breast.  He held her
right one for a moment before smoothing it down her ribs and belly to her mound.  He played with her hair there for a moment, meanwhile moving in and out once.
     
    When she raised her leg, he pressed his fingers against the
front of her labia.  He kissed her shoulder and the back of her neck.  Then he stroked in and out slowly.  Meanwhile, one hand strummed her nipple while a finger of the other hand found her clit.
     
    She was close, so close.  She could feel the tension build and
wondered briefly whether she felt different to him.
     
    "I love you, Kim," he said.  Which answered that question. 
"Oh, Kim.  Oh, Kim - ber - ly!"  On his last drawn-out word, she
exploded.  He sped, moving harder and faster within her pulsating, red-hot, depths.
     
    As she came down from her climax, she felt him pulsing within her.
     
    They lay quietly for some time, neither saying a word.  She
could feel his breath on her back.  She could feel him slowly easing out of her.  When he finally was out, she felt him drip a trail of liquid down her thigh.  Later, more liquid oozed out of her and trailed down her left hip.
     
    Whatever the mess, she was too content to move.  She could lie in his arms