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edge off, sweetheart,” he said and began to pump slowly, beginning a lovemaking session that savored rather than devoured.
    Mick took his time building her passion until she was mindless with it. Then he pulled out and she whimpered in protest. But he merely lifted and repositioned her so that he could cover her body with his as he penetrated her from behind. Soon she wailed as her body shuddered around him and another climax broke over her. He turned her back over and draped her legs over his arms, holding her open and vulnerable. She moaned as he re-entered her body and watched him as he watched his thick, shiny cock advance and retreat. Soon, Sonia was undulating on the mattress, begging him to go harder, faster, deeper. His thrusts quickened. Mick grunted as his hips slammed into the back of her spread thighs. His own thighs trembled when the familiar tingle warned him of his own imminent climax.
    He wrapped her legs around his waist and growled, “Lock your ankles.”
    Once she obeyed, he lowered himself and pounded into her, the oncoming orgasm demanding that he imprint himself upon her body. Sweat dripped from him, mingled with hers, lubricated the slide of his body against hers, the rub of his chest against her sensitive breasts. Sonia wailed and he shouted his triumph as he filled her clutching pussy with his cum.
    And then it was nap time.
    Neither of them noticed when the hotel maid entered the suite. She cautiously peeked through the bedroom door and then even more carefully closed it so as not to disturb the naked couple still entwined on the bed. She performed the usual tidying up, except for cleaning th e en suit e bathroom and vacuuming the carpet. Thoughtfully, she left a pile of clean, folded towels for them.
    Mick woke first, cock hard and seeking refuge inside his wife’s body. He let his hands drift over her, gently stroking and kneading, until he drew fresh moisture from her core. Lifting her leg with one of his, he inserted himself into her channel and pumped slowly, gently, even as he continued to play with her clit.
    Sonia’s eyes flew open as an orgasm rolled through her body. A second later, realization of what was going on had her pushing her bottom at Mick’s groin and pushing her breasts into his hand. Now that she was awake and aware, he thrust into her with more force and deliberation, bringing himself to completion even as his fingers pressed the trigger that made her cum a second time.
    They lay there, panting. Mick’s warm hand covered one breast, reflexively kneading the soft, pliant mound. He pulled back his hips and withdrew his softening penis from her body, but that just made more room for his other hand to strum her intimate parts as skillfully as he did his guitar. Sonia sighed and relaxed into his touch, giving herself up to the decadent pleasure. And then he started humming, a little tunelessly at first, then with growing discipline. His fingers began moving with purpose and soon had her writhing against him. She crested again, whimpering.
    As she lay quivering with the aftershocks, Mick withdrew his hands from her flesh and scrambled off the bed. He rushed into the bathroom and rinsed the stickiness of their combined bodily fluids off his hands and then made a beeline for his guitar. He never went anywhere without the guitar. A moment later a sensual rhythm pulsed from the guitar, punctuated by the steady percussion of his thumb on the instrument’s face. Mick bent his head and hummed, sometimes along with the music, sometimes in counterpoint. His deep voice and the acoustic melody twined intimately, making the heart and body throb with longing and desire.
    Sonia listened, eyes widening with amazement, for a minute. Then she collected her thoughts and rushed for her cell phone. A few seconds later, she recorded the music in case he did not remember it.
    Mick lifted his head to stare at his muse. His eyes glittered. With carefully controlled strength he set the instrument