<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cameron was vaguely aware there was something he was supposed to be remembering -- something about their lovemaking that he should be paying attention to -- but it could not compete with the visual and sensation he was experiencing now.<br/>
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"Gwen, my dearest Gwen," he moaned, his voice hoarse.  The pleasure was almost overwhelming, drowing him in sensation.  He was trying to participate in the lovemaking, trying to meet her movements -- but then she would clench down on him, and he'd lose the ability to think clearly again.  He settled for finding her nipples with his hands, rolling them between thumb and forefinger of each hand.  When she switched to grinding, his moan was hardly stifled at all -- and his fingers pinched almost painfully on her nipples.  "Great Good Goddess -- oh, by all that is holy," he moaned, bucking up against her.</span></span>