<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"You have no notion," Cameron choked out, "how fiercely it arouses me, to know that you have touched yourself thusly with myself in your mind."  Rising from the bed, he stripped out of his hose and stood beside the bed with his hand on his cock.  He grasped it firmly and pumped once -- twice -- before releasing it.  "You are such a vision to tempt me, bright heart, that I fear that if I continue to touch myself I will fall into the abyss of pleasure before I have a chance take you with me."  He smiled, his eyes fixed on the movement of her finger.  "But I believe... yes, I know how we will begin."<br/>
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He guided her legs apart so that he could settled on the bed between them.  After some squirming to adjust, he lay prone between her legs, his face mere inches from her.  "This will feel quite different," he cautioned, "but I assure you -- it will be enjoyable."  He extended his tongue and let it join her finger in an exploration of her clit -- slow and methodical, but with considerable enthusiasm and skill.</span></span>