Sheila tossed restlessly in her sleep. At first too hot, then too cold, she felt as if she would never get comfortable.

She fluffed the pillows behind her head and looked over at Grant.

He lay on his side, facing her, breathing lightly and deep asleep. Her thoughts drifted back to the afternoon, spent cleaning the area in back of the old corral. They had brought the horses in from high pasture earlier in the week, and Grant wanted to finish up the work around the cabin before the snow flew.

He had been cutting roots and pulling the stumps of a couple of old blow-downs, and had worked up a sweat. Sheila smiled inwardly, remembering how his muscles had bulged as he stood and peeled off the flannel shirt and his T shirt. She had brought out a couple of sandwiches for lunch when she saw him working, and had stopped to watch her man work with the same easy, swinging grace he displayed no matter what he was doing. As the axe lifted and fell, she could see the smooth striations of his muscles rippling fluidly across his stomach and chest. It was only when you watched closely that you realized how hard the axe was biting into the iron-tough old roots. After a moment, he stopped cutting and grabbed a pick, to pry the stump out of the ground.

Bracing his legs, Grant placed the end of the pick under the cut taproot and heaved. His back slowly bent as every muscle in his arms corded and tightened. With a low groan, he gritted his teeth and slowly pried the old, fossilized stump from the ground. As the stump toppled to the side, Grant smiled, and sat down on his vanquished foe, his back to her. When Sheila brought the sandwiches over, she could see small rivulets of perspiration running down his back.

Her husband was an impressively-built man, and more so when he had worked his muscles so hard. She bent down and lightly kissed his cheek. Lunch is here. Grant grabbed her by the waist, his large hands nearly circling her small figure, and sat her on his lap. Wrapping his arms around her, he leaned forward and kissed Sheila on the mouth, lightly at first, and then more passionately. Yum, my favorite, he breathed, kissing her again.

Sheila slapped ineffectively at his biceps, giggling, Stop it, you lummox. Eat your lunch. I made your favorite sandwiches. Grant relaxed his kiss and stared into her eyes for a moment.

God, she loved his eyes, she thought. They spent a few minutes eating and talking about stocking up for the winter.

When Grant finished his sandwiches, he slowly stood and stretched his back, raising his arms above his head.

The action flexed his shoulders and chest, and Sheila smiled.

The he reached down and pulled her to a standing position. Sheila squealed as he quickly and easily picked her up, one arm behind her shoulders, and one under her firm thighs. She stared up into his grin as she realized what he had in mind. Hmmmm, she thought, a little afternoon delight.

Just the thing. She had thought however, that he would carry her into the cabin. Instead, in five quick strides, he had carried her into the barn. He eased her gently onto a blanket on the straw, and lay down beside her. Their lovemaking quickly became a hungry, raw passion that consumed their senses and left them panting and gasping as they lay in each others arms after their climax had passed. Just the thought of the afternoon brought a shiver of goose bumps to Sheilas skin.

And, of course, the shiver also tightened her nipples, exposed to the cool air.

Sheila glanced down at her taut nipples and smiled. Maybe, she thought mischievously, he needs to be the one on the receiving end of the aggression. Sheila began to lightly trace his muscles with the tip of her finger. After a moment or two, Grant sleepily raised one eyelid. Just what do you think youre doing?, he inquired in a sleep-husky voice, grinning slightly.

Thinking about making a lucky guy very happy tonight, she answered. So saying, she levered her long legs over his form and pushed him onto his back. As she leaned down to kiss him, her hair fell like a curtain around their faces. Their kisses quickly turned from light touches to eager, sensuous caresses, and then to a hungry, soulful clinch. Sheila felt the tingling sensation in her breasts and loins that told her she was exactly right in what she needed tonight. Feeling Grants stiffening length growing underneath her, Sheila began to gently move her entire body along the length of Grant, her breasts dragging across his chest, her kisses touching his chin and then his brow. Her rapidly moistening sex slid over his hard manhood, rubbing her personal place against the head of his length whenever she moved down. She held his wrists over his head, still kissing him, still slowly undulating back and forth. He straightened his arms, pulling her forward, and caught her nipple in his mouth.

The touch was electric, sending an instant spark into the core of her damp softness, and causing an involuntarily gasp. As the sensation lessened, she pulled his wrists back down. Behave, she whispered.

Im in charge here. Yes, maam, he grinned up at her.

But as soon as she began to move against him again, Grant knew that he could no more restrain himself than rope the moon. With a gentle thrust of his hips, he felt the head of his length slide into his wifes sweet, warm softness. She stopped instantly, and her eyes narrowed. He thought she was going to tell him to lie still, but she suddenly thrust herself downward onto him, engulfing him in her warm wetness.

They began to move together, Sheila driving herself downward onto his thick length, Grant smoothly timing his thrusts to meet the movements of his lovely wife.

As Grant grew even harder and longer, Sheila felt his length filling her with every stroke.

Her breath became ragged as she strained against him. She knew instinctively that her orgasm was going to be tremendous, feeling it building slowly and steadily from her legs and stomach, converging on the wet heat searing her softness with thrust.

Grant smiled up at her.

His wife was moving like some big cat, flowing back and forth with a liquid ease that belied the tremulous cries she gave as she filled herself with his length over and over. My God, youre beautiful, he whispered. I can feel every muscle in your softness milking my length, like youre trying to suck the cum right out of me. Stiffening as the silken white heat of her orgasm blossomed in her love, Sheila could only groan in response. She could feel literally every fiber of her softness contract around the length of her lovers hot length, and she felt incredibly, delightfully complete.

Just then, Grant reached forward and caught her nipple between his teeth, sending another crashing volley of spasms ripping through her stomach and crotch, forcing her even harder onto his length. As she thrust, she felt his length thicken even more, he groaned, and then shudders racked his frame as he spilled his seed into her. They lay together for a few minutes, regaining their breath. He brushed her hair lightly with his fingers. Can you sleep now?, he asked. What do you mean? Baby, youve been awake for hours. Next time, dont wait so long.

Sheila laughed, and rolled off him, punching him playfully in the chest. Then she put her head on his chest, and fell almost immediately into a deep, restful sleep.

So did Grant.