by ML
msnsc21@aol.com

Rating: PG to R
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer:  Nope, not mine.

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Hands shaking, fingers tentative, he reaches out to stroke
her breasts.

She arches toward him, inviting his touch.

Lips meet lips and part to invite and welcome questing
tongues.

Her hands trail from his face to his chest, stopping to
play with his suddenly sensitized nipples.  He mirrors
her actions, feeling his body quicken under her hands.
He's wanted this so badly for so long, he's almost afraid
to go on.

She helps him.  She guides him closer to where she wants
him, to where he wants to be.

There are no words to be said; they've always done their
best communication with looks and touches.  Why speak
when mouths can be used in much more tantalizing ways?
The touches, always yearned for and bestowed with great
pleasure, have now become mutual.

She strokes him, beckoning him closer.  Her eyes tell
him everything.  He enters at her invitation and knows
he is home to stay.

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