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satisfy her craving, the physical contact with the means of satisfaction answered her doubts and questions before they truly developed. As instinct had answered, so it also drove Sybelle to shift her position, and she strained upward against her lover. |
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Walter had been taken by surprise, also. His first flicker of disappointment when Sybelle had not immediately responded to his kiss had put him a little off balance so that her rapid change of attitude and her obvious growing sexual arousal induced him to go further than he had intended. When she began to rub herself against him, however, Walter made an effort to collect his scattered wits. He realized that in another few minutes they would be down on the cold floor trying to content each other in an ugly huddle of half-undone clothing. At any time, Walter found such a coupling distasteful, fit only for the commonest whore or a serf girl seized in a field. For a high-bred maiden's first experience, it was unthinkable. |
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He dropped his arm from Sybelle's back to her buttocks and held her still. He withdrew his tongue; Sybelle's promptly followed it. In the furor that caused inside him, Walter almost lost sight of the fact that he intended to break their embrace. It had been many, many years since Walter had been so far out of control during the foreplay of lovemaking. He was trembling himself, and his legs were unsteady. With a desperate wrench he freed his mouth. |
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"Stop, beloved," he whispered hoarsely. "Heartling, my soul, we are going too far." |
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Sybelle had been blindly lifting her face toward his to renew their kiss. Now her eyes opened, and she drew back her head so she could see him. Walter's eyes looked somewhat glazed, more heavy-lidded than usual, and his normally ruddy complexion was rather pale. Sybelle sighed as, with the abrupt termination of nearly all sexual stimulation, her mind became capable of meshing with her body. Walter was right, she thought. This was not the time or the place. Her acute craving faded. Still, it was delightful to see that he was as aroused as she was. She could feel the quivering tension in his body as he held her, and the hard bulge along his thigh had not diminished. |
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Although her hips were held immobile, Sybelle's upper body was now free. Playfully, she rubbed her breasts lightly against Walter's left arm, which was still bound firmly across |
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