Beginnings

Carmen didn't know what to do. At times, he wanted to die himself, the pain and the loss almost too much to bear. At others, he resented Siobhan and "blamed" her; and, it was in those times, that he was nasty to her, lashing out at her, the pain blinding him. It was in those times that she felt she deserved every unkind word as she was saying the same things to herself.

They'd gone into counseling then. Fiona included. She'd so looked forward to having a baby brother or sister and had fallen in love with this child as well. Like her mother and step-father, she'd made plans for this baby, memories that she looked forward to creating, dreams that were ripped from her and she didn't know how to deal with all her emotions.

It took months before they began to act like a family again, before they could smile and laugh without feeling guilt. She couldn't remember the exact dates that they'd each moved on in love and not pain; but, move on they did and they all knew that nothing would ever break the bonds between them again. There was no problem too great that they couldn't solve ... together.

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Morgan Colleen Carvalho was born three years after the death of their first son, a beautiful healthy baby girl, with her father's jet black hair and her mother's brilliant blue eyes. She'd also inherited her father's golden skin tone and both parent's passion and lust for life. She was an absolute joy and Fiona, 16, relished her role as big sister.

A year, three months, and two days later, James Anthony Carvalho entered the world, the spitting image of his father with his mother's smile. Now, he was a handful, all boy, and his father beamed with pride at having a son; although, his blood daughter had him wrapped around her little finger, even at that age -- not that he would admit it.

Before they knew it, Fiona was graduating college, with honors, a business major; and, Morgan was starting kindergarten, James soon to enter pre-school.

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"Something about the way you moved caught my eye ..."

With a blush, Siobhan remembered the memory wrapped around this particular song ... the night she'd conceived Morgan ... what a night ...

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"Strip for me."

"What?"

"Strip for me."

Carmen and Siobhan had found their way back to each other, a long, hard fight; but, they'd made it. They'd found and rekindled their passion for each other and this was the first night they'd be making love since she'd been pregnant with Carmen, Jr.

They'd been lying on top of the bed, just holding each other, and talking and laughing when Carmen blurted out his wish. She could see that the nearness of her had aroused him, could see that arousal straining to be released, encouraged, and lavished attention on. For the first time in longer than she cared to admit, she'd felt the first stirrings of desire for her husband; and, the thought of stripping for him turned her desire to full-blown passion.

With a grin, she traced a finger along his bottom lip, "Your wish is my command." She rose from the bed, and walked over to the CD player, looking for one song in particular. Finding it, she placed the CD in the player, getting it ready to play before she went into the walk-in closet to get changed. She opened her lingerie drawer, knowing exactly what she'd wear. She moved the tissue paper to the side, the feel of the silk of the longish teddy against her fingers exciting her. It had spaghetti straps and was a golden cream in color, which contrasted nicely with her auburn hair and tanned skin and she knew her choice of attire would please him. The gown was a gift from Carmen, and the silk was almost sheer. In fact, her nipples and the small patch of dark hair between her legs were clearly visible through the material, just not completely, just a hint, a tease.

She swept her hair up, piling it on top of her head, releasing a few tendrils to frame her face. She decided to go barefoot, she felt that stilettos would be a bit much, and decided that being without shoes would be sexier, earthier. Siobhan strode confidently into the room, her eyes purposefully avoiding his, yet she could feel his eyes upon her as she made her way to the CD player, slowly bending over to push play.

As the first notes of "Lay Down Beside Me" began to play, she slowly began to move her hips -- and only her hips -- to the seductive rhythm of the song. She kept her back to him, holding on to the entertainment center as she wound her hips, moving to the music, grinding down to the floor as if unseen hands caressed her flesh.

She heard Carmen unzip his pants and remove them as he laid on the bed behind her and she reached up, removing the single bobbypin holding her mass of curls, releasing them, seductively shaking her head so they would spill down her back.

Siobhan turned to him then, her shoulders leaning on the entertainment center, supporting her, as she continued to sway and grind, her hands beginning to move across her body, her gaze finally meeting his, watching him watch her gently caress her breasts before moving down to her stomach and below. The desire in her eyes rose him off the bed to his knees, his mouth agape, his member throbbing, his fingers aching to touch her.

She slowly licked her lips, her eyes never leaving his, and her hand moved up to tease one of the straps of the gown, which flowed and moved with her body, accentuating every movement, as she knew it would. She lowered the strap, hanging loosely on her arm, her breasts holding the material in place and she then lowered the other strap, the top of the gown barely covering her nipples now. She gracefully slipped her arms out, holding the material to her breasts, using the material to caress them, working her nipples into peaks. She lowered the gown, revealing her full breasts, yet keeping her womanhood covered, for the moment.

She danced topless for him then, her movements fluid, her hands once again teasing her own breasts and Carmen truly didn't know how much more he could take. She saw the restrained passion in his eyes and knew that she only had a few more moments before he would take her. She made her way to the bed, flipping her head over, sending her long hair across his body, caressing him with her locks. As she drew a knee upon the bed, the gown fell away, falling silently to the floor, and she raised herself to her knees to meet him, running her hands gently across his bare shoulder.

Her touch like fire against his skin, his passion exploded against her with a ferocity that surprised them both. He grabbed her hair roughly, his need to be inside her too great to control, and pushed her back on the bed, plunging into her depths, both of them crying out at the tightness of her vaginal walls.

They became animals, tearing at each other, clawing and biting, their need to come together moving their bodies with their minds almost unable to keep up. The lamp went flying off the nightstand as he threw her down upon it and the mattress laid skewed as they fell off the bed, Siobhan riding him as he sat up, the bed at his back.

They cried out for each other repeatedly, riding wave after wave of ecstasy, the hunger refusing to be satisfied.

The memory of it made Siobhan wet with need for him, a need that would never again be satisfied as only he could.

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