<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">At her words, Cameron began to move.  He kissed her again, deeply, letting his tongue dip into her mouth as he pulled his cock back.  Then he drove in again -- still not roughly, but with definite force.  He broke the kiss on a shuddering gasp, almost overwhelmed.  He was not a young man, and he'd bedded his share of women -- even a few virgins -- but nothing could compare to this.  Never before had he looked down to see love there.  Always before, sex had been about pleasure -- this was in part, but more it was a physical expression of the love that had become completely central to his life.  To be sure, today was the first he'd felt sexual desire towards Gwen -- but the love had been there for her entire life.<br/>
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He concentrated on her pleasure, lest he lose himself in his own.  His finger returned to her clit, though it was slightly awkward to reach between them -- the concentration required helped him from pushing her too far.  He could already tell he would not last as long as he wished, inside her -- it had been too long, and she was too tight.  If he could not make it last, he would at least make it <i>good</i>.<br/>
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"Tell me," he whispered in her ear as he pulled back for another thrust, staying at the same almost-painful pace.  "Does it please you to know that I am inside you now, bright heart?  That I am touching you as no man ever has?"  He nipped gently at the side of her neck.  "And, if I have my way -- no other man ever will."</span></span>