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Sweeping her up into his strong arms, James carried her dripping wet
form from the shower. His eyes roamed over the terrain of her body,
drinking in her beauty from the locks of her hair down to the tips of
her toes. Nearing the bed he slowed and for a moment to place a kiss
upon her forehead. Carefully, reverently he laid her down atop the
sheets. He reached for two pillows, which he fluffed, and placed at
the base of the bed.
Sarah arched an eye in curiosity, "What are they for?"
"Ssshh" came a hushed whisper, and a knowing look.
	Reaching down under her back and her waist, he lifted her once more
from the bed and into his arms. Slowly and delicately he turned her to
face the bed. In an instant, he dumped her unceremoniously atop the
pile of pillows and she had to reach out quickly with her hands to
catch herself. The pillows were merely a prop, to elevate her hips,
and to present her rear in a higher position. They supported her
belly, but still left her kneeling in a submissive, 'doggy-style"
pose.
	Taking one of the velvet red roses from the vase on the bedside
table, he slowly drew the petals along the side of her neck, and then
down her spine. He took his time, lingering as he reached her hips,
and then delicately tracing the outline of her cheeks and then the
length of their division. He knew how she ached for him to press the
flower closer, deeper, to let the delicate petals flutter against her
skin. Then with surprising haste he ripped the rose away, denying her
further stimulation. A sigh of frustration escaped her lips, but she
knew better than to utter a complaint. Tonight would be slow, and
sensual, and at his pace.
	He knelt behind her now, for she could feel his manhood gently
pressing at her sex. The sight of her prone form, buttocks raised and
beckoning him was enough to rouse any man's passions. An arm lightly
snaked around to her belly, and with the barest of movements he
beckoned her closer. She could feel it slide along luxuriously along
the length of her outer labia, delicately caressing them with its
head. Blood flowed to her sweet lips, darkening their colour and
swelling them. Though she ached to thrust her pelvis and achieve
penetration, she resisted, delaying her gratification for later. No
need to rush, she would see where this would go.
	The arms wrapped around her belly now glided upwards, towards the
swell of her breasts. The digits of his hands slowly traced their
outline, and took in the fullness of her ripe bosom. Taking just the
tip of his fingers, they delicately stroked the circumference of her
areola, in slow moving arcs that felt heavenly. By the time his finger
and thumbs gripped her nipples, they had already sprung to attention.
Others might have groped clumsily, but instead he took the nipples
between thumb and forefinger, and tugged at them gently. Then, when he
felt they could be drawn away no further, he pinched them sharply and
gave the slightest of tweaks. Not enough to cause serious pain, but
enough to establish that he could.

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