" Always happy to assist," Deidre laughed. "As long as you don't try to poach old Joe's clients?" Nothing of the sort," Henry said. "This is personal.... Fine," Deidre said. "Speaking of personal, Annie rang and asked after you. Said your cell phone kept being engaged." It was too," Henry said. "Mad afternoon. Will you be a dear and ring her to say I might be late? Oh, and do find me the number for one of those companies that clean up houses where someone has died." Shall do," Deidre said. "I am. She breathes my name as though it gives her life, and it sounds like an angel’s voice must sound: soft and musical, and partly a question and an answer; because she is an angel, a goddess, a dream. She holds my adoring gaze as I slowly withdraw from her, inch by inch, focusing on every subtle change in sensation, while her expression reveals the depth of her pleasure. The act of withdrawing from her body completely is unthinkable, so I enter her again, faster this time and she voices her. The...hell.... I knew the wetness of my pants were soaking onto his thin fabric of his boxers. I also felt his blessed cock grow large and swollen under me. His eyes never left mine; his glanced stayed strong and firm like his cock as he took his free hand and placed in the crotch of my pants. He growled low in his voice and I felt shivers go down my spine. "Why are you soaking wet?" He picked me up by my wrist with no effort and my toes struggled to stay to the ground. "Zee she pushed me.." I. It wasn't. It was all sperm, I think she drained me in those few seconds as we clung together, sating our lust, our need, our love.Neither of us spoke, words weren't necessary, our bodies had just said everything that had needed to be said.Hand in hand we walked into the house and upstairs.We stopped at the door to her bedroom, their bedroom."No," she said softly and I nodded in agreement, I understood.We made love again in my bed, this time it wasn't urgent, it was gentle, loving, sensual and.