Part 8 – The Heat is On

Crikey, this is getting a bit near the knuckle. Womanhood? And curved?? I’ve always known, I suppose, that Sex will have to come into it at some point, but I was hoping we could put it off for a bit longer.

Siblings don’t normally talk about this kind of thing, especially when one of them’s a vicar’s wife. We’ve often said that Anna has got a lot smuttier since she married into the Church, although she calls it being a Woman of the World.

Part 9 (by Anna)

‘No need for words,’ growled Cleft, striding purposefully towards a tangle of bushes some way from the Jeep. Glancing over his  rippling shoulder she saw Terence a few yards behind struggling to extract his brogue from a rut. The same rut that had catapulted her into Cleft’s arms was now keeping her fiancé mercifully at bay as she was borne off to realms where she knew he could never follow.

A rock protruded from the middle of the bushes. It had a flattish top and Topaz noticed a flash of emerald as a lizard, disturbed by Cleft’s thrusting tread, darted for safety. With startling gentleness Cleft laid her down on the sun-baked stone. She closed her eyes, briefly blinded – whether by the beating sun or the raw maleness of the figure who bent over her she couldn’t at that moment tell.

Unseeing, she was aware of a hand sliding softly over the curve of her womanhood, fingering the flimsy cotton barrier of her sundress. She felt her flesh rise up in welcome. Time, place, future – all had melted into a single urgent flame that...

‘I say!’ said a voice. A checked sun hat prodded through the foliage, Terence’s perspiring face peering puzzled from beneath it. ‘I say, is anything up?’

Cleft straightened, his figure massive against the azure sky.

‘Checking her pulse,’ he drawled smoothly. ‘Your fiancée seemed a little overheated.’