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the tangle of angel’s hair garnishing folds of moist gravlax.
    Having perused the menu, Jake knew what his choice of entree would be that evening. He leaned down to taste the inside of her thighs. Ignoring the pleas of her arched back and raised pelvis, he unhurriedly relished the fine skin there with his tongue and lips and only when he was sated did he move up to position himself just a millimetre or so from her deli door. He breathed deeply of the salty, rich aroma it exuded, exhaling little sighs that felt almost like caresses to her. She tried to push herself down the bed and close that tiny gap that separated her anxious sex from his teasing mouth but he anticipated her movements and kept himself just that teeny bit further away, pinioning her still by her wrists against the bed. Just when she thought she’d go mad with desire, he parted the rosy curtains with his tongue and partook of her in earnest, poking, prodding, sucking and stroking until she was thrashing about and gasping for breath. He covered her with his whole mouth and probed deeply with his tongue, which seemed to expand inside her until it was strumming every one of her secret parts. She could feel her body humming and quivering and dancing and flowing. Now, he withdrew to suckle at her clitoris, pulling and sucking with his lips and teeth and gurgling with her juices. She shuddered uncontrollably, enveloped in pulse after pulse of hot sensation.
    Nearly delirious, she picked up her head to see his young face rising over her intimate horizon like a new sun, blond dreads emanating like rays from his orb. Cocking one eyebrow, he looked at her questioningly. His chin was streaked with wet. ‘You faking it?’ he asked with a faint smile.
    â€˜Ohhhh,’ she groaned, collapsing inarticulately back onto the pillow.
    He crawled slowly up her body and kissed her deeply. She could taste herself in his mouth. They rolled over until she was on top. ‘Tell me what you want,’ she sighed. ‘Anything.’
    He considered the offer for a moment before making his request. ‘Some Chocolate Rock.’
    Raising herself on her arms, she looked at him with slight alarm.
    â€˜It’s a kind of ice cream. Homer Hudson Chocolate Rock,’ he clarified, insinuating his fingers back into her cunt at the same time. He reached up and took a toffee nipple between his teeth, teased it a bit and then let it go. ‘Don’t you eat junk food? How old are you anyway, Julia?’
    Pretending not to have heard the question, and to forestall further interrogation on the subject, Julia quickly slid backwards until she could take his dick into her mouth. Soon, the look on his face told her the topic of age was safely buried—for a while, anyway.
    Finally, he pulled her head away. ‘Julia.’ He didn’t say her name so much as breathe it. She smiled, reached into the drawer by her bedside and took out a condom. Watching her extricate it from its wrapper, he grumbled, ‘I hate condoms.’
    â€˜And I hate lingering disease and death,’ Julia retorted matter-of-factly, popping it into her mouth and bending down again.
    â€˜If you’re going to put it like that...’ Jake sighed, not unhappily, as she rolled it down his stiffened cock with her tongue. Jake relished the main course every bit as much as the entree. He proved an inventive and playful lover. And very agile. The Guangdong Acrobatic Troupe had nothing on Jake. She wouldn’t have to go to yoga for a week.
    At the end of a long and luscious fuck, Jake yawned, looked around and, without pulling out of Julia, reached for the remote control by her bed. He aimed it at the TV. The image that flickered into focus was that of an ageing Australian pop star poncing around on stage with a cordless microphone in hand, jowls flapping.
    â€˜What a tosser,’ he commented, and surfed to another commercial channel. The old film Sunset Boulevarde was just