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raise her hips.
     
    "Slow, darling," he said.  "Let me be slow."  That, she would allow.  She guided him inward long after he needed that touch.  Her fingers held a shaft of ordinary size and temperature, pleasant to the touch but not especially slippery.  Her inner lips reported an incredibly smooth bolt of heat which stretched her as it entered her a millimeter at a time.  An eternity later, she had to let go as his base pressed against her entrance.  She was filled and, at last, held her castle lover again.  She dropped her torso flat, no longer needing to twist to reach him. She curled her legs around him as he kissed her deeply.  The play of their tongues was as rapid as his entry had been slow.
     
    Straightening until his chest was just brushing over her hard nipples, he began to rock his hips from side to side.  He was moving neither in nor out, but all of her sensitive center felt the motions.
     
    He shifted until his hands were on her breasts.  Now, his thumbs grazed her nipples; and his motion was slower and stronger.  He looked into her eyes.  "Susan," he said.  She remembered that she had never learned his name, but this seemed one hell of a time to ask.  They stared at each other while her tension grew.  She tried to work against his motion, but her hips would only go back and forth.  Her vision fogged. "Yes, Susan," he said.  "Let me feel you around me.  Come around me, Susan."
     
    And then she did, clutching his hips with her hands and his lovely cock with her cunt.
     
    When her vision cleared, he was driving into her with deep, strong, slow, strokes.  Given no time to come down from her last orgasm, she soared away again.  Then he was grinding against her and pulsing within her.  Her last spasms forced him out.  He tried to roll away, but she held on tight.  They lay like that, gasping, and then hugging.  He moved down enough to kiss her lips.  They hadn't quite caught their breath, however, and had to break the kiss.
     
    "Never," she told him, "never has it been like that."
     
    "It was wonderful for me, too."
     
    "Stay here."
     
    "For a while."  They lay there.  About when his weight was causing as much discomfort as pleasure, he moved to her side.  He kissed her face, then kissed her deeply.  She could feel the goodbye in this kiss.
     
    "Hug," she said and clasped him tightly, desperately.  He hugged her back for minutes.  Then he disengaged slowly.
     
    "I did leave Pat with the twins," he told her.  He kissed her deeply, but briefly, scattered kisses over her face, and then pulled back.  She had to roll aside so that he could pull his shirt and pants from the bottom of their improvised bedclothes.
     
    She never says, "I love you," and she didn't this time.  It was true, though.
     
    "Will I see you again?" she asked.
 
    "The next one of these meetings which the newsgroup holds.   I'm just afraid that they are getting less frequent."  She watched him carry his clothes to the ladder.  He dressed there except for shoes and socks.  He was still carrying those when he climbed down taking him out of her sight.  She lay there for a few minutes reliving their times together.
     
    She had first seen him at some castle in the North Sea.  Prof had taken her there with him.  Prof claimed that actual sexual relations with a recent student would violate his ethics, but that he could take her to a party where hedonism was in style.  And hedonism had definitely been in style there.
 
    She had been on her third man, Richard by name, trying to keep connected without either of them going over.  They had stopped all of their motion to watch one woman eat out another.  Then the active woman had received a phone call.  "Damn," she had said.  "Dear, do you think you could finish this for me?"  And then to the woman, "He's really quite good."
     
    Whatever objections of the woman lying on the sofa had, and she had seemed to have some, they had disappeared as the man's