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her and smiled.
    “That’s not what I meant. Why do you
want to torture me this way?”
    “But isn’t it a sweet torture?”
    “Yes,” she whimpered. “But enough. Fuck
me.”
    “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready and
not before.” He flashed a broad smile at her. “But don’t hold back waiting for
me. Come as often as you need to.” With that said, Adam worked his mouth back
down to her navel. As before, he knelt by her side and kept his hands to
himself, relying only on tongue and lips to tease and caress.
    His lips moved along the hairline
guiding him to her pussy. Sarah’s body stilled in apparent anticipation. But he
didn’t follow that hair line to its conclusion. He traced a path to her thigh
and kissed his way to her knee. There he paused long enough to discover that
it, too, was an erotic zone for her. He couldn’t help but wonder if she already
knew that. He licked a path along her calf and ankle. She had the creamiest
skin he’d ever seen, right down to her toes.
    When he shifted his position to work
up her other side, Sarah thrashed as if undergoing great pain. “Hasn’t anyone
ever taken the time to love you slowly and thoroughly,” he said lightly when he
reached her knee. She didn’t answer.
    He advanced up her inner thigh. Again,
Sarah’s body quieted. Was she uncertain what he might do next? She should be. He
stopped.
    “No,” she cried. “Touch me, please. My
pussy.” She lowered both hands across her belly.
    Adam grabbed her wrists and held
them tight. His mouth hovered over her mound. “No,” he countered. “I don’t need
your help.” Her pelvis bucked, demanding.
    He laughed against the outline of her
moist lips. “You can be quite single minded, can’t you?” He blew at her pussy,
starting at its bottom and moving toward its apex. He smiled at the hard nubbin
peeking out at him. Adam tapped the clit with the end of his tongue and Sarah muttered,
“Damn,” and was off again.
    He waited. Maybe she would learn he
could be a very patient man when he wanted to be.
    “Enough,” she said.
    “Hardly,” he responded, lowering his
tongue to her widening pussy. He slid it up and down her folds and then easily slithered
into her portal.
    She gasped. She lay still and did
not resist his hold on her wrists. She must be agonizing over what he would do
next. Would he tongue her roughly to orgasm? Or would he continue taking her
bit by bit to a monster climax?
    He proceeded to take her bit by bit.
    This time she seemed to acquiesce to
his wants. She spread her hips wide. He curled her fingers in his hands, giving
her something to hold onto in the face of the forces building within. He worked
his tongue languidly around her heated interior. Her hips quivered. Her
fingernails dug into his palms, then her pussy clamped around his tongue. He
maintained a steady pace traversing in and out.
    “Jesus!” Sarah exclaimed, starting
to scrunch away from him, then giving herself up to his erotic torment. “It’s
starting. Again!” Her hips sank into the bed.
    Adam pressed his tongue deeper,
waiting. Then she detonated. Her hips drove up, grinding against his mouth,
bruising his lips.
    “Oh,” she gasped. “Huge...never
before.”
    Disquieting emotion swept through
Adam as he gulped at her flow. With each lunge of her hips she gushed anew,
until she collapsed.
    He clutched her tight, not letting her
roll away into her private world. Instead, he continued kissing her pussy
lightly until she relaxed and breathed evenly.
    At last, he looked into her eyes. They
were pools of moisture. Her plaintive plea tore at his innards, but he knew
what he had to do. He climbed off the bed, pulled on his trousers and tossed on
his shirt. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Now you know. I can do
slow, too.” He quickly turned and walked out of the bedroom before he could
change his mind.
     
    - o -
     
    Sarah lay alone in his large bed,
trying not to take his departure personally. After all,