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enough, not thought beyond them. Her previous experience with kisses had been limitedexcepting, of course, formal kisses of peaceto those one or two experiments several years before with young men of the court and a few more taken from her by force or by surprise more recently by swains carried away by her beauty or by their own cupidity. |
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After the initial blank moment, however, Sybelle found that either she had changed or that Walter's kiss, as he had once teasingly implied, was different from others. This was right, Sybelle knew at the core of her being. This was sanctioned by her family, by the Church, by God. The warmth of Walter's lips generated an answering warmth in her own. The pressure of his arm around her was a pleasure that made her feel a desire for even greater closeness. But just as these desires became clear, there was an infinitesimal slackening in Walter's grip and in the strength of his kiss. Instinctively, Sybelle put an arm around his neck to keep his mouth fixed to hers and her other arm around his waist to keep them close. |
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The immediate response she received surprised her again. Walter's lips parted, and his tongue, gently touching her closed mouth, made Sybelle shiver slightly. As her lips parted, Walter's tongue touched hers and ran across it and around the inside of her mouth. Sybelle shivered again. Although the feeling tickled, it produced no desire to laugh. In some strange way the sensation connected itself with her nether mouth. There, too, the lips seemed full and hard, and moisture gathered. There, too, was a tickling that required soothing, but there was no tongue to soothe it as Walter's tongue moving in and out soothed her mouth. |
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She pressed still closer, dropping her arm from Walter's waist to his hips to draw him tighter against her throbbing lower body. Simultaneously, his arm rose from her waist to the middle of her back, his hand curled around, then his fingers extended, caressed the side of her breast. An inarticulate murmur of protest rose in Sybelle's throat, for the touch on her breast increased the sensation in her loins. She thrust her hips forward against him and became aware of the hard bulge of his swollen shaft. |
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That set Sybelle to shuddering with excitement again, but in a strange way it was also calming. Whereas previously her desire had been formless, as frightening as it was thrilling because she had not been capable of thinking about how to |
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