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knew she was feeling
more than playful.
    She pressed her lips to his throat at the base where it
joined his perfectly muscled shoulder and breathed deeply of his masculine
scents.  She smelled the musky odor of his arousal underneath the smell of clean
skin and soap.  She had always thought that his skin faintly reminded her of
fresh water, like a glacial spring or a high mountain lake. 
    She traced her tongue lightly along the vein in his neck
until her lips met his chiseled jaw.  She followed the line of it for a moment,
feeling the heat coming off of him.  He did not seem at all glacial at the
moment.  His inner fire was feeding her own arousal, and her hands found the opening
where he had unbuttoned his collar earlier.  She tore the shirt in two, pulling
the pieces down his corded arms and flinging them to the floor on either side
of him.  She heard buttons, or maybe his cufflinks, skittering across the
floor.
    Her hands found the smooth planes of his chest, and she
dragged her nails lightly down his skin to his rippled abs.  Her eyes closed as
she groaned softly into the space beneath his chin.  She did not need to see
him to know him.  Every inch of his perfect body was etched in complete detail
in her memories.  They shared more than a millennium of passion that had never
dwindled. 
    One benefit of all the long years together was the way that
she undid his pants, one-handed, with practiced ease.  They fell from his
narrow hips and pooled around his ankles.  He was not wearing anything underneath,
and her finger traced a faint line of downy hair from his navel down to the
small patch of tawny curls that surrounded his, truly impressive, manhood. 
    Her hand brushed against the velvety softness stretched
taut over the steel of his erection.  It seemed to move of its own volition,
seeking more of her attention and after reaching down to gently cup the tightly
drawn up package below, she wrapped her fingers firmly around the base of his
seeking cock.  She explored the length of him and began to seek his rhythm,
still licking and sucking gently at the skin of his throat.  Her fangs found
his vein, and she could not help but draw his blood, just a taste.  He was intoxicating,
and as she withdrew her fangs and his punctures closed, she used her tongue to gather
every last droplet.
    When Alex felt his wife sink her teeth into his flesh, he nearly
lost the hold he was maintaining on his arousal.  His erection had become a thick
staff in her soft hand, almost painfully hard, but he was not ready to let go
just yet. 
    When she released her bite on his neck, he plunged his face
to meet hers and found her soft lips with his blood still wet on them.  He
parted them with his tongue, gently at first, then harder as she responded to
him with her own need.  He plundered her gorgeous mouth.  Their tongues
entwined, lips seeking, biting, sucking, lost in each other.
    He had to move her hand from his throbbing hard-on before
he lost control.  His own hands moved to her hips and pulled her against him. 
He felt a mild roughness from the bit of lace she had chosen for her only
undergarment that evening, and it was less than a second before he parted them
from her.  He pressed himself solidly against her smooth abdomen as she pushed
back at him. He squeezed her firm buttocks just a little roughly, then he slid
his hands over her silky skin until he found the soft mounds of her breasts,
kneading them more gently.  He felt the weight of them in the palms of his
hands, brushing his thumbs over her nipples that hardened into pebbles under
his touch. Her breasts were milky white, not overly large, but certainly ample. 
They were soft but firm, a benefit of eternal youth, and the tips were colored
a dusty rose.  He rolled those little rosebuds between his thumb and
forefingers and she released his mouth to gasp her pleasure.
    He took the opportunity to move his lips down her slender
neck to the spot just between the