FAMILY TIES

BY:  ROSE CARR

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

They made it home just as the storm hit. Laughing, they fell into each others arms pulling at each others clothes as they made their way upstairs to the big feather bed. He reveled in the softness of her skin still damp from the rain, moaned with pleasure when silken strands of her hair trailed over his body while she rained electric kisses across chest. Javert groaned aloud, reaching for Richelleen who wore only the gossamer slip he had brought her back from the city. The material did little to hide her ample charms and clearly he could see every curve beneath the filmy fabric. The sight of her made him shake and tremble; his mind and body aflame, hot as the streets of Paris that burned in the summer. He reached for his wife, his hands catching in the fragile garment and ripped it away.

Richelleen rolled over and clasped her legs around his hips, his cries of passion as he entered her muffled in the warm cleft of her bosom. They fed off of each other’s energy, any aches or pains burned away in the fever of their desire. Time had no meaning here nor did any worries or troubles. They were the only two people in the world, lost in the storm of their desire until they fell into an exhausted, satisfied sleep entwined in each others arms.

to be continued....

© 2005 Rose Carr

Contact the author:  Rosematuse@aol.com

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