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tongue.
    Jameson
finally stopped. Candace was still quivering and Jameson moved to take her
lover into an embrace. “Shh,” she whispered, kissing Candace’s head as Candace
folded herself into Jameson. “I just missed you so much,” Jameson said. Candace
didn’t answer. “Are you okay?” Jameson asked. Candace was trying to calm the
rapid beat of her heart and catch her breath. She didn’t know how to tell
Jameson that she was still reeling from the ripples of pleasure that had not
fully subsided. “Candace?” Jameson asked again. Candace was shaking in her
arms.
    “Just
hold me,” Candace said. Jameson pulled Candace closer. “I don’t want to do that
again.” Jameson was alarmed. “Be apart for that long,” Candace clarified.
Jameson let out a nervous sigh. Candace finally moved to look at her. “Oh
no…you thought I meant,” Candace stopped and kissed Jameson. “Sweetheart, you can
wake me up that way whenever you want,” she said. “Unless I have to go to
work.” Jameson was confused. Candace chuckled. “I just woke up and I need a
nap,” she laughed.
    Jameson
smiled. She would be happy to hold Candace, but she was feeling more aroused
than spent. “Oh,” Candace said as realization dawned. She raised an eyebrow.
“Not sleepy?” she asked.
    “I’m
fine,” Jameson said unconvincingly. She startled at the feel of Candace’s hand
removing her shorts.
    Candace
bit her lip to quell another wave of tremors when she was finally able to feel
Jameson’s arousal. “I see,” she said. Jameson’s breathing had become rapid and
shallow. Candace stroked Jameson tenderly. The warm wetness beneath her hand
was intoxicating. She kissed Jameson and then looked in her eyes. Candace moved
to her back and pulled Jameson over her. “Come here.”
    Jameson’s
heart began to pound furiously as Candace gently guided her. She felt Candace
hold her hips and sighed when she settled above her lover. Candace groaned in
excitement at the first taste of Jameson. “Perfect,” she said as she explored
every inch of the softness that was Jameson. She heard Jameson’s frantic sighs . Even after all their months together,
Jameson’s boldness faded when Candace made love to her. It only made Candace
love her more; the raw vulnerability in Jameson that made itself known in these
moments. Candace drew lazy circles around Jameson with her tongue.
    “Candace,”
Jameson urged softly.
    Candace
could feel the frustration in Jameson’s movements. She reached up and fondled
Jameson’s breasts until she heard Jameson begin to faintly moan above her. She
sucked gently and then moved her tongue up and down Jameson with hard, deliberate strokes. It was only a
few seconds before she felt Jameson’s legs begin to shake. Wave after wave
pounded over and through Jameson. She felt as if she were caught in an
undertow. She would surface for a brief second, only to be held under again as
the waves crashed over her. She pulled away, fearing that if it continued she
would no longer be able to support her own weight.
    “I’m
sorry,” she apologized as she crawled up beside Candace.
    “What
are you sorry for?” Candace asked, stroking Jameson’s hair.
    “I just…you
are amazing, you know that?”
    “I love you,” Candace gave as her explanation.
Jameson held onto Candace and breathed her in. “Tired?” Candace asked. Jameson
was already asleep. “See what I mean?” Candace chuckled. “Good thing we don’t
work until Monday.”

CHAPTER THREE
    Jameson walked into the kitchen.
Candace was at the counter making coffee and Jameson snuck up behind her to
cuddle close. Candace closed her eyes and leaned back into Jameson’s arms.
“Good morning,” Jameson whispered in Candace’s ear.
    “Yes,
it is,” Candace said. Jameson was nuzzling her neck and Candace sighed.
“Jameson,” she giggled.
    “What?”
    “Are
you trying to send me to an early grave?” she asked.
    “Why?
Is your heart beating faster or