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the heat of August, only in a silk tunic and thin woolen chausses, his engorged manhood must be clearly apparent to her. |
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It was, and her perception of his violent desire heightened her own. Behind her dammed lips, Rhiannon uttered soft excited cries while she pressed forward on her own. However, like his father, Simon was an unusually tall man. Simple forward pressure merely pushed Simon's shaft into her abdomen, and that excited her further without giving her the smallest relief. |
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Rhiannon had always been a creature who responded to physical sensations. She was extremely sensitive to all such stimulithe warmth of the sun, the feel of wet grass beneath her bare feet, the kiss of the wind, and the damp caress of the rain. She knew, also, all the facts concerning sexual union. However, the intimate connection between the senses and the act had only been known to her through assumptionby the reminiscent pleasure in her mother's eyes and by deduction from what others had said. Her own experience was limited to the restless uneasiness she had felt from the time she sent Simon away in the spring. |
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Now her body knew. Sensation flowed over and through her, spreading from wherever Simon had intimate contact with herfrom her lips, from the skin and muscle where his hands held and stroked her body, most poignantly from the mute messenger of his own desire. Passion warmed, then burned, hot and urgent, centering in her own loins, which demanded further sensation that was denied by her position. |
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Instinctively Rhiannon pushed up as well as forward, wrapping both arms around Simon's neck and rising on her toes in her attempt to satisfy her need. Failing, she sank back momentarily to a less strained position, but the urge was irresistible and she pushed upward again. Simon groaned softly, and that excited |
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