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The swelling tenderness that swept over her took her by surprise.  She’d had similar feelings for the twins, but had always thought it was the emotional tie between mother and child.  Never before had she experienced such a deep attachment with an adult. His spirit seeped inside of her, twined around her heart and settled.

“The thought of leaving you proved to be the hardest thing I’ve ever imagined. Now that I know you want me, I’m afraid you’ll have me around forever.” She looked into his eyes so he could read her truth.

“That suits me just fine.”
Luminosity lit the grey in his eyes to where Sheri felt like she could sink into their unending depths.

Soon, his
kisses rained over Sheri’s face confusing her.
There’s more I have to tell him, more…

“Come, Querida, we have some making up to do.” He lifted her in his arms and lowered her gently to stand in front of him. He kissed her deeply, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth and playfully engaging hers. All the while his hands worked at undoing her clothing, piece
by piece.

She helped by twisting and turning to give him better
access to buttons and zippers. At the same time, she pulled off his jacket and started to unbutton his shirt. Once his chest became naked, she forgot what she’d been doing. The silky black hair decorating his muscles drew her like a magnet. She loved running her fingers through the soft strands, and when he arced toward her hands like a contended cat, she knew by his moans that this pleased her lover.

Leaning forward
, she used her tongue and lips to give him further pleasure, but that only seemed to incite him more. Soon she stood naked in front of him while he moved back to scan her with such a passionate gaze that his hands trembled while he removed the rest of his clothes. 

His
protruding maleness made her anticipation heighten and her longing intensify.  The yearning in her eyes must have spurred him on because he groaned, swept her up and fell back onto the bed where he took a few seconds to pull off the barrettes that restrained her hair.

Tingles began from the
tips of her toes and traveled to where his magical fingers caressed her hair. Soon his lips searched her neck and shoulders, and then made love to her tender breasts. Warm hands stroked her arms and hips, ending up cupping her bottom. Surges of sensation built all the while he made beautiful love to her grateful flesh.

She
ri tried to be interactive but other than stroking him wherever her hands could reach; she pretty well became the giver placing him in the role of taker.  Not that it seemed to bother him whatsoever. He made achingly sweet love to her body, and if his whispers and moans of passionate Spanish were any indication, her man was ecstatic.

Finally
, his lips came in search of hers and he shifted so that he now lay on top of her, between her spread legs. By this time, she felt ready to burst. Tingles of pleasure attacked everywhere, concentrating in her lower body with more force. A familiar sensation had begun to build and if he didn’t soon fill her, she would have an orgasm without him inside enjoying her body’s reaction. The rhythmic contractions that gave them both such pleasure wouldn’t wait forever.

“Miguel, I can’t take... Please,
hurry my love.” She wiggled suggestively letting him know of her readiness.

“All in good time, mi
amor.” He kissed her with such hunger that any intelligence she still retained died under the onslaught of her greed.
More! Oh more
.

Pulsations
struck her most sensitive areas where the wetness overflowed and waited to welcome him home.
Enough!
Her hands searched and found his hard shaft. Not one argument followed as she guided him to where her body waited with a warm, wet welcome.

A
forceful push and he surged into her sensitized heat. His plunges incited and fuelled her to reach higher. Writhing, her moans harmonizing with his, they found their rhythm until the breath-taking sensations triumphed.

After
ward, damp and lazy, they lay in each other’s arms kissing and petting, soothing and loving.

Miguel leaned over her and propped his head with his hand. “How much time we’ve wasted, mi esposa—”

“What does esposa mean, Miguel?” Sheri gently rubbed her fingers over his face, enjoying the knowledge that she could touch him as she pleased and he would relish her tenderness.

“It means
‘my wife’. I like calling you my wife. It feels good to know you truly are my woman and the mother of our childre—”

“Oh my
—Lord love a duck! I can’t believe I’m so darn dumb.” Sheri bolted upright in bed, and at the same time flung her mass of golden curls back over her shoulders. With her face alight, she faced him. “Miguel. Would you like a large family? More children?

Reacting to her excitement, Miguel sat up also. She grinned at him while he searched her features and then returned her smiles. “We can adopt if you so desire.
In fact, we can give a home to lots of children, as many as you like. Whatever will make you happy… What? Why are you smiling at me that way?”

“I
would love to adopt. But that wasn’t what I meant. Would you like more of our own children?” She watched as he rifled his hands through his long strands of black waves, bewilderment plastered across his features.  “God Sheri, I forgot all about you not knowing.” He rubbed his hands over his face and again through his hair. Then he reached for her, cupping her cheeks in his warm palms. “Of course you’ll want more children. And you can have as many as you want, but not our own. You see, when I was held hostage in the jungle, they tortured me. The animals made sure I’ll never be able to father more children. I’m so sorry. I—”

“No. You don’t understand. What I’ve just remembered is that when I talked to Philip about the twins, he told me that the
vials that held your semen, your banked deposits had never been destroyed the way you were the led to believe. They’d actually mixed up the names and Felipe’s were the ones destroyed. Yours are safe. I’m sure that’s what he said, and until now, I’d forgotten. All this time, I also believed you couldn’t have any more children.”

“Is that why you would give up custody of Rafael and Carrie-Anne to me? Because you thought I’d never be able to father anymore
babies?”

“Partly. But mostly I couldn’t take them away because, over the last while, the only time I saw you happy was when you were with the
m.

“And that matters to you?”

“More than anything.”

“Then as long as you stay with me
and be a mother to my children, I’ll be happy forever.”

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The Surrogate’s Secret

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