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cold or with excitement and nervousness. She was not afraid of the act of loveshe was eager for thatbut she was not skilled. Would she be a disappointment, a failure, compared with those others?
Walter had freed his arm as he pulled her down, and he quickly covered them again, but he made no move to take her, only stroking her cheek, her hair, her arm. It was warm in the bed, and soft. No thoughts were left in Sybelle's head. All that remained were sensations, the delicate thrill of the breath-light kiss, and the warm tingling wherever Walter stroked her.
His hand ran down her arm, down past her fingers, over her hip, down. to her thigh. There one finger made little circles. Behind their touching lips, Sybelle sighed. She moved her leg, not away from Walter's touch but to draw it closer to the inner part of her body. He sighed also, or released a breath he had been holding. For some reason that made Sybelle more eager, but his hand slid up her body again, over her abdomen to cup a breast. The hand turned, the fingers ran across her upstanding nipple. Sybelle gasped as a deeper thrill struck her.
That broke the kiss, but Walter bent his head and took the tingling nipple in his mouth. Free now, his hand went down again, between her breasts, along the midline of her body to come to rest at last between her thighs where there was a growing ache. Was it pain or pleasure? There was no telling, and the gentle movement of his fingers made it worse; but Sybelle would not, not for the price of the whole world, have bade him stop. Nor could she lie unresponding. Her hand went out to repeat the actions of his. She felt him draw breath deeply and then emit a shuddering sigh. The next breath he drew he held, and held, and when it was released, it came forth in a long, low moan. Sybelle whimpered and raised her hips toward those tormenting fingers.
Then all at once Walter broke all contact, lifting his head and hand. Sybelle uttered a low cry of protest, but before it ended, he was atop her. Instinctively her legs parted, but he only slid his shaft between them, then drew them back together hard with his own. Holding her thus, he kissed her again, hard now and demanding, and began to move against her body. Surprise checked excitement, but only very briefly. Soon Sybelle began to whimper again and to writhe against

 
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