With a small movement she revealed the condom that she had concealed in her hand and rolled it over his straining flesh.
Elspeth moaned and slid a little on him as though testing whether or not she could go again.
That just added to his tension.
Two months later the color is gone and the cold grips the huddled hawthorn and heather.
With a stumble Brain went to the door of the lit cottage and knocked with his knuckles on the weathered wood.
As he walked, stumbling over clumps of heather and splashing through brown seepings and mud, he felt the first drops of the coming rainstorm.
Description: Brian nodded his agreement and wondered what this woman was doing alone living in one of the most remote parts of the moors.