Show Off Your Site Sunday Sample Proverb: A nuh same day leaf drop a water bottom it rotten. Meaning: The consequences of one’s actions don’t come immediately. They coiled together like serpents spent by their mating ritual. Justines lashes lowered once, twice, and she shifted to stay awake. Behind her, Xavier stirred and his hand covered her breast. She groaned low in her throat, hungry for him again. At the touch of her fingers, his body responded, filling her hand. He pressed soft kisses between her neck and shoulder, his locks trailing a velvety path over her skin. Xavier gripped her hips and a whimper left her throat. He moved her into position atop a pillow and straddled her from behind. His pace was unhurried, yet heat spread throughout her body, driving her toward the place where she forgot everything but them. He murmured in her ear, a reminder to muffle her cries. She grabbed a handful of the cotton sheets and focused on the intensity building between her thighs. Heart thudding, she shuddered and squeezed her eyes shut. “Xavier!” He answered with a groan, which fuelled her climax. A kaleidoscope burst behind her eyelids and she fell from the pinnacle they always climbed together. Then remorse came flooding back. Their separate responsibilities lay beyond their cocoon, within the warm Jamaican night. It was time to face that reality. Xavier stroked her side, his leg thrown over hers. She held back a sigh while he caressed her skin, his hand moving in lazy circuits. Then he patted her shoulder. Without a word exchanged between them, he guessed her thoughts. Another reason she adored him. They communicated the way an old couple did, instinctively aware of what the other needed. Hard to imagine she knew him for a year before they spoke. In every way, they were now used to each other, except for the fire that burned between them. It was a living thing, like the sparks from summertime bushfires that threatened everything in their path. All consuming and dangerous. She flinched when her cellular rang. He flipped onto his back, allowing her to lunge for her bag and get the phone. The call was from home, which forced her heart rate upward. What if there was an emergency? Everythings okay, she told herself before she answered. Yolandas high-pitched voice hit her ear. Mommy, you on the way home yet? Yolanda sounded normal. Justine let her shoulders drop, and inhaled deeply. Nothing had gone wrong. No, baby. Soon. You had dinner already? Yup. Me and Miss Pauline eat together. You need to stop talking like her. Its Miss Pauline and I— Yolanda giggled. I know, Mommy. Will you call me when youre close by? Yes, love. See you in a bit. Wheres Daddy? Hes not home yet. Par for the course. She would have been surprised if Milton had gotten home before her. Not that his absence excused what she was doing. Okay. Tell Miss Pauline Ill be there in a while. Yolanda drew a noisy breath to signal her distress. Okay. Love you, baby. Love you too, Mommy. She pressed the end button and then laid the phone on her belly, staring across the room. Xavier propped himself up on one elbow and nuzzled her cheek. Time to face the world again, huh? She puckered her mouth and nodded. You go first. While he stood by the bed, she admired the smooth russet of his skin and the play of light and shadow over his body. At thirty-nine, Xavier wasnt perfect, but still a pleasure to look at. The muscles on his arms bunched as he tied his locks with the leather band retrieved from the bedside table. He turned his head and their eyes met. One side of his mouth lifted before he padded to the shower. She read his smile as another attempt to ease her mind. Such a caring and considerate man. Love you, Xave, she whispered to the silent room. She turned on her side, hands folded under her cheek. In the glow of the lamplight, she scanned the surface of each piece of furniture. The housekeeping staff would be scandalized if they ever found condom wrappers in the room reserved for the manager on duty. It was bad enough that she had used the room tonight. That hadnt happened since one of their early encounters. She shrugged aside the weight on her spirit and let her gaze slide to Xavier, who lathered himself behind the fiberglass. The moment he emerged from the shower, she rose from the bed. After showering, she slipped into the suit she had worn to work. He sat watching her, hands splayed on the bed. Their eyes met in the mirror and he rose to encircle her in his arms. They made a striking pair. At 66”, he stood above most men, and she stood taller than most women she knew. Next to him, she basked in her femininity, but in female company she sometimes felt clumsy. He stared into her eyes, twirling a lock of her hair as he hovered over her shoulder. She turned to hug him, and pressed a kiss to his throat. Their lips met in chaste contact, a promise of more to come at their next meeting. If there was one, she reminded herself. Thanks for sampling. My website is at joylcampbell
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