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pressure of his hardening shaft against her thigh, a fury of desire seized her. Her breathing went all awry, and her arms went tight around her lover. She no longer felt crushed by his weight and only tightened her grip to hold him when he tried to ease up so he could get a hand to her breast. |
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Much as she wanted that, Rhiannon desired union more. She embraced Simon fiercely with her legs, a gesture at one and the same time so innocent and so sensual that Simon's practiced control deserted him. He thought no more of a long and delicate foreplay. Straining against the pressure of Rhiannon's embrace, he lifted himself enough to position his shaft and drove into her. |
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Rhiannon gasped, but when he thrust again she rose to meet him. In a way, Rhiannon was even more excited this time than after Simon's careful manipulation before their first coupling. Now she knew what her prize would be. She knew the rising pressure of pleasure inside her would burst in nearly intolerable spasms of joy. She could focus her attention on that pleasure, build it faster, higher. Her climax was an explosive convulsion that left her limp, hardly conscious of Simon driving toward his own release. |
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Rhiannon's first coherent thought was guilt for that. "I am sorry," she whispered. "I should not have gone so fast and left you." |
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Simon lifted his head, which had been resting beside hers while he gathered strength to withdraw from her. He chuckled. "Do not worry about that. A man can always content himself. It is when it happens the other way that it is a disaster." |
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"Is it not better for you if I . . . help?" Rhiannon asked rather shyly. |
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"Much better, beloved," Simon assured her, smiling. |
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He kissed her cheek, her forehead, her determined chin. She was perfect, completely, absolutely perfect. Simon was so much in love with Rhiannon's other |
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