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inches. More skin came into view, the upper swell of her breasts, and the
cleft between them.
"That depends."
"Depends on what?" She held the blankets steady.
"On why they are in my cabin."
"Oh." Svera seemed surprised. "Don't you know?" She raised both arms, and the
blankets dropped away. As Blade had suspected, she was wearing nothing under
the blankets. As he had also suspected, her breasts were magnificent. They
jutted out in massive, freckled white roundness, their tips rosy pink with no
visible nipples. Svera raised her arms higher, and her breasts lifted also.
They didn't really need any help.
Blade felt a sudden heat and hardening in his groin. He was within seconds of
stripping off his own clothes and leaping into the bed, to get his hands on
those breasts and everything else about Svera. But as he watched her face, he
saw something he didn't like in her eyes. Once more she was trying to size him
up, to judge his reactions. There was something more than simple desire that
had brought Svera to his bed.
From long practice, Blade easily kept all hint of his suspicions off his face.
Instead he carefully laid the dagger down on the small table that folded out
of the wall, well out of Svera's reach or his own.
Then he began to take off his own clothes. Svera watched him intently, the
watchful-cat look never leaving her face. But she could not keep her eyes and
mouth from opening in amazement and perhaps in fear or delight as well when
Blade stood revealed, fully naked and fully erect.
She reached out tentatively and patted Blade in the obvious place. He looked
down at her, still keeping his own face impassive. He hoped she wouldn't grab
hold too soon or too hard. His endurance was formidable, but now he not only
wanted to last but to keep or at least seem calm and cold while doing it. That
wasn't his favorite way of making love. But he knew it was the best way of
finding out what lay behind the expression in those widening blue eyes.
He took the two steps to the bed and bent down, his arms going around her.
This nearly led to disaster. As he reached down, she reached up. Her weight
suddenly on him pulled him off his feet. He sprawled on top of her, feeling
her warm breasts against his chest, but also hearing the bed creak and groan
as though it were about to collapse. Blade had to bite his lip to keep from
breaking out laughing.
Svera didn't even try. Her mouth opened wide, revealing even white teeth, and
she shook and quivered all over with merriment.
Before she had stopped laughing, Blade had hold of her again, pulling her
whole long, solid-fleshed body against himself. Any doubt about maintaining
his own arousal vanished in that moment. The sight and feel of Svera's body
would have aroused the stone statue of a celibate saint.
And Blade was doing the same for Svera. Her blue eyes were still wide open and
aimed at Blade.
But he couldn't see anything behind them now, except a fast-growing glaze of
desire. She whimpered, deep in her richly fleshed throat, as Blade stroked
along the side of her throat and the lines of her jaw.
Her lips parted under his, and her tongue crept out, thrusting first
tentatively, then fiercely into his mouth.
Her hands began to move, roaming up and down his back from shoulder blades to
buttocks, stroking the small of his back, tugging at his close-cropped hair.
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Thank God she was too aroused to notice the expression on his face! Any
detachment he might have tried to keep was fast going, if not already long
gone.
His own hands drifted down over the massive breasts, so large he could hardly
cup one in both hands. Their tips had sprouted nipples now, small but solid as
jewels. He dipped his lips to each one and took it in like taking the cherry
off the top of a sundae. Svera's arms tightened around Blade until he wondered
if something was going to break and his face was pushed into the solid breast
flesh until he could barely breathe. Just as his vision was starting to fade
from lack of air, his hands found the thick bunch of damp hair between Svera's
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