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room temperature is something I’ve not needed to do for a long time.
    Diane’s eyes flutter as I play with her most intimate part. “Georges,” she moans, “what is it about your touch that is so exciting?”
    “It’s what we are, lovers,” I reply.
    For an instant shock runs across our features. A moment after that we both smile warmly. What I said is the truth and it’s a fact that fills the two of us with joy.
    My redheaded lady gives me a wicked grin and the next moment I’m on my back with Diane straddling my hips. “Who says you have to be on top all the time, buddy?” Her hands go behind her, then she throws her bra across the room.
    I’m awestruck at the beauty revealed. My lover isn’t large across the chest but there’s no doubt she’s a woman. Her erect nipples, the same color as her lips, and small aureola make the perfect contrast to her fair skin. Diane would be a wonderful model for an artist of skill.
    I reach up to cup her breasts. The feel of them in my hands heats my soul. I’d be hard as steel if I were capable of it.
    The impulse to taste her can’t be ignored so I sit up and take one firm nub in my mouth. My tongues laves over her soft flesh, then I pull back a little and nip her with my incisors ever so carefully.
    “Oh! Fuck!” my sensual lady gasps. The touch of my fangs, even when used for play, drive an intense eroticism into her. Diane wraps her arms around my head and yanks me close. The most wonderful shiver of lust passes through her body.
    Her delicate digits go to the buttons of my shirt, shaking with impatience as she loosens the buttons. “Can’t wait anymore. No more teasing.”
    In seconds we have my shirt off. It’s only moments more before we’re naked and back on the bed, skin to skin, pulling each other close and kissing one another with the fullest ardor.
    I have just enough awareness left to marvel at my situation. I’ve often been in bed with a woman, and there is passion, but it’s that of the hunt. A pure, rather vicious passion. This time the emotion is different; an odd mixture of great gentleness and intense lust. It fills me as well. My love for Diane seems to press against my skin and what I am is pushed to a small point I can barely perceive.
    But she can’t wait, nor can I. So I leave her mouth and start my lips playing over her skin, working slowly downwards. My hands add soft touches and adoring pets. The salty sweat forming on Diane’s skin makes a perfect condiment to the taste of her.
    Long before I’m finished though, my lover pushes hard on my shoulders. “Please, Georges,” she groans. “Finish me off. I have to come.”
    I don’t quite answer her request. My head moves to her saturated womanhood, but I first take a deep breath. The smell of her lust permeates me. I adore the rich scent of an aroused woman, and this woman adds even more to my pleasure.
    My tongue reaches out to swipe across her labia. The taste of her excitement is wonderful. A treat for my tastebuds. I start to work hard at her, licking and sucking, poking inside her. I want her overwhelmed with joy.
    Diane arches her back to push herself into my play. Her rich moan vibrates in the air. “Georges! Georges! So good!”
    I’m just getting started. My right hand comes up. I straighten two fingers and then push them inside her. A slow pumping motion starts them running in and out.
    My love’s hip start to match that motion. They jerk upwards to meet my digits. My Diane squeaks and trills sweet sounds with each movement. She can no longer speak, she’s so aroused.
    My mouth covers her clit, I suck it in and lave the firm nub with rapid movements of my tongue.
    That final action pushes Diane over the edge. A gurgling moan sluices from her mouth while her muscles grow taut. A vibration shudders through them telling me how strong her joy is. Her inner walls squeeze me hard and thrum with the pounding of her climax.
    I have to taste that joy. With that thought I turn my