she loved. The sweet smells of her everyday life moved him as gently he laid her down on the flowered quilt that covered her bed and undid her jeans. Everything about her was diminutive except as dainty as she was, her figure beneath the sweater as he pulled it off amazed him. Had he ever seen her so bared before? he wondered. Ripe little apples with rosy brown tips were glossed by his hands as Gwynn's breath hitched. She slid the jeans down her hips slipping off her trainers as he stepped out of his boots and jeans, swung off his jacket and raised his tee over his head. They reviewed one another frankly, noting the passing of years marked by their bodies. The very air around them swirled with renewing life as he laid down his body beside her and gathered her in his arms.
She remembered the first time he had done so in a haystack in the middle of October. Gwynn had been on her way to a harvest festival held by the local lord, a man of much wisdom and close to the earth. She wore a red velvet cape over a dainty white ruffled dress, trimmed with autumn leaves in golds and reds with bronze ribbons laced in her long brown hair that trailed her in the breeze. He wore a dark brown many caped coat that swung down to the ground. When she saw him, her steps lost their purpose. It had been so long since that day in the garden. She had waited, but he not come. Now he was here and she was not sure what to do until, with his teeth shining in the darkness, he opened his arms and grabbed her to him, twirling her around and around, laughing as she gasped at the way her heart caught at the sound.
He led Gwynn to a haystack, he remembered with her and laid her gently down on his greatcoat as he shrugged out of coat and weskit and she untied her cape. He skimmed his hands from her ankle to the juncture of her thighs as she lay at a slant watching him. The harvest festival did not call for petticoats and underthings and she wore none. G groaned as he released himself and watched her reaction from beneath lowered lids. Fascination filled her face as she reached for him. He allowed her to run her hand up and down his phallus as he rolled her nipples between his fingers pinching her slightly, then harder while she lightly circled his head with her fingertip until he was shaking and, for him, surprizingly out of control.
G removed her fingers and leaned down to place a kiss on the nipple that stood up beneath her gown and to suckle her through the material causing a delightful friction as she arched toward him. He placed his hand on her mound and his fingers moved into her private crevice, feeling the dew that gathered there and moving some of it to the