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Simon reached down and grabbed her tunic. It came up as he straightened, but he did not pull it over her head. Instead he maneuvered her through the curtains with kisses and love bites, drawing the tunic off as he laid her down on the bed. Now only the thin linen shift and shoes and stockings remained. The shoes were easy. Simon simply pushed them off with one hand as he untied Rhiannon's garters with the other. The stockings were more fun. He rolled them down an inch at a time, caressing the bared skin they disclosed. |
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Sometimes the kisses tickled Rhiannon almost unbearably, but that only heightened her all-over sensitivity. Having reached her toes, Simon began to work his way back up again, raising the shift as he went. Rhiannon's caresses became more urgent and her hands sought out the areas of Simon's body that woke the greatest response in him, like the inner thigh and the small of the back just where the buttocks divide. Strangely, although she was now growing very excited, Rhiannon did not reach for Simon's genitals. It did not seem necessary; all of him seemed peculiarly alive, as she herself was. |
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Neither had so far made a sound, aside from breathing rather more quickly than usual. There was a piquancy in their silent communication, for a hot glow of passion was now burning in each, and wordless demands were being made and satisfied, using only the instinct of mutual desire. At last Simon's mouth closed on Rhiannon's breast, and her hand went between his legs. |
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After so long a foreplay, their coupling was short and violent, culminating in an explosion that locked Rhiannon's powerful legs so hard around Simon's back that even his strong bones creaked. Mouth on mouth, they muffled the sounds they could not contain in climax. Replete, they slid apart and into sleepanother peculiarity, because usually they talked and fondled each other for a little while after their passion |
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