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He muted her again with kisses, and this time when he eased his grip to loosen her clothing Rhiannon did not try to speak but slid her hands down to his buttocks to pull his pelvis tighter against hers. She had tried three times to warn him that the yielding of her body did not imply any change in her mind. She would be glad to appease her hunger and his; it was Simon who had always insisted that the intention of marriage and permanent union accompany lovemaking. Rhiannon felt a little guilty. She knew she had not tried very hard to tell him, but she wanted him so much.
As Simon untied her tunic, she slid her hands forward and fumbled for the knot of his chausses string. One hand touched his swollen shaft, and Simon gasped. Rhiannon was distracted. When she touched him and felt his reaction, that stimulated her own pulsing pleasure and she wished to touch him again. But if she served that desire, she could not undress him, which was the direct path to even greater joy.
Simon was similarly distracted between two goals. He hated to make love in a half-clothed scramble. There was something ugly about taking a woman with her skirts turned up over her face and his own chausses down and undone, binding his knees or ankles. He wanted to take off Rhiannon's clothes and his own and couple decently, cushioned by his cloak and covered by hers. However, for the first time in many, many years Simon was too eager, too excited to wait. Rhiannon's touch had raised his desire to a pitch that was painful. He also wanted to fling her down and drive into her to still her aching craving and his own. Tom between desire and desire, he hesitated, shaking with passion.
"Pendeuic! Penn Emrys!" Siorl's voice was nearly a scream, and he beat on the fabric of the tent so that it vibrated around them.
Simon jumped. He realized that for several minutes

 
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