Whilst all her womb was open and soft, and softly clamouring, like a sea anenome under the tide, clamouring for him to come in again and make fulfillment for her. She could only wait, wait and moan in spirit and she felt him withdrawing, withdrawing and contracting, coming to the terrible moment when he would slip out of her and be gone. She could no longer harden and grip for her own satisfaction upon him. But it was over too soon, too soon, and she could no longer force her own conclusion with her own activity. She lay unconscious of the wild little cries she uttered at the last. It was like bells rippling up and up to a culmination. Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite and melting her all molten inside. Then as he began to move, in the sudden helpless orgasm, there awoke in her new strange thrills rippling inside her. For a moment he was still inside her, turgid there and quivering. She was giving up.she had to lie down there under the boughs of the tree, like an animal, while he waited, standing there in his shirt and breeches, watching her with haunted eyes.He too had bared the front part of his body and she felt his naked flesh against her as he came into her. “His body was urgent against her, and she didn't have the heart anymore to fight.She saw his eyes, tense and brilliant, fierce, not loving.
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