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at the edge of the last extremity when she posed it, and he could not have spoken at that moment in any case. Still, the question shocked him so much that the rising flood was stemmed. Only the fury caused by his aborted pleasure, for which it seemed to Walter that he had already waited far too long, kept him from withdrawing altogether. By now Walter was grimly determined to relieve himself, even if he had to gag Marie to accomplish it. |
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When he finally was finished, he was utterly exhausted, not with languorous pleasure in the usual way but simply physically exhausted. Because of his broken collarbone, Walter had first asked Marie to mount him. Although she had seemed surprised, she made no protest, but her movements had been irregular and she was apparently more puzzled than delighted with her freedom. Walter had given her some time to find a rhythm that would please her, but although he had kissed and sucked her breasts and, indeed, done everything else he could think of to stimulate her passion, she had showed no signs of increasing pleasure. The only result of his efforts had been to excite him until he had to stop Marie's movements to hold back his orgasm. |
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Thinking Marie might be distressed by an unaccustomed position, Walter then reversed them, straining to support himself on one arm so that he would not crush her and confining his efforts at stimulation to simple kisses. That served no better except that Marie did not talk quite so much. It was then that Walter gave up and determined to content himself and end a passage at arms that had continued far too long. He dropped his defenses and concentrated on the basic physical sensation created by friction and, at last, came near to climax a second time, only to be frustrated by Marie's question about living together in poverty. |
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Third time lucky, Walter thought, desperately concentrating on his own need. This time he concealed his increasing tension as much as he could and finally brought himself to climax. He then rolled himself off Marie immediately, and as soon as he could gather breath apologized for failing her. |
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"But you are content, are you not?" she asked. "That is all that is important. I did it for you." |
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There was a brief pause while Walter sought for words that would explain without offense that he was a man who wished |
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