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She slid her hand deeper and felt Peter's hips lift in response as he groaned again. |
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Her touch had not paralyzed him, however; in fact one pleasure seemed to generate the need for others. Linda discovered that Peter's hands, hopelessly clumsy in large movements, were apparently as agile as his mind in minute maneuvers. With totally unexpected skill, he had undone the buttons of her blouse, slid her strap down, and insinuated his fingers into her bra. She shivered again as the fingers soothed her breast and his thumb, light as a whisper, tickled her nipple. |
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Linda was not a virgin. She had yielded to pleas and skilled seduction when she was younger and had briefly thought herself in love, but her consent had been more owing to what she believed a person in love should feel than to the demands of her body. Now, suddenly, she wanted what she had accepted, enjoyed, but never actively needed before. |
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The hand with which she had been stroking Peter's hair dropped quickly to his belt. Fingers made clever by urgency found the metal pin and popped it out of the belt hole. The leather slid free of the buckle as Linda manipulated the button of his trousers through the buttonhole and slid the zipper down. Peter gasped, buried his head in her neck, lifted it and seized on her lips, then dropped his head to kiss her neck again, his hand feverishly stroking her breast. He was breathing as if he were running hard, and suddenly he pulled the arm with which |
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