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nipple. Rhiannon sighed, sat back on her heels to let Simon look at her. His admiration and growing eagerness were apparent, but she held back a moment to caress the entirety of his male magnificence with her eyes. While she looked, he cupped her breasts in his hands, stroking the aureola gently with his thumbs. Rhiannon shivered, and her nipples, already upright, thrust forward harder.
With any other woman, Simon would have pulled sharply to make her lie beside him. However, Rhiannon could not be driven or compelled. That knowledge wove through Simon's passion, became part of it, heightened it. He released one breast so that he could lever himself upward until his lips took the place of his fingers. Rhiannon sighed, and her eyes closed. Simon released the other breast and put that arm gently around her, and began to ease himself down again.
As he expected, Rhiannon leaned toward him, following the draw of his lips. When they lay together and he no longer needed to support her, he slid his hand from her waist across her belly and gently, very gently, between her thighs. Rhiannon moaned and twitched, pressed her lips against his hair; her hands fluttered distractedly over his body, seeking, but not certain what.
Simon made no attempt to guide her searching fingers to more erotic zones. Now, this first time for Rhiannon, Simon wanted no spur to his passion. It was impossible for him not to be excited by what he was doing, and Rhiannon's natural response was intensifying that excitement. He tried to draw his mind away, but each thing he fixed on only led back to the strong, silken body pressing itself more and more frantically against him.
A finger slipped between the nether lips. Rhiannon cried out softly and thrust forward. Simon judged her as ready as any virgin could be. For all her eagerness, it was not easy; Simon was a big man. It was very

 
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