The Cruel Twists of Love by kathryn morgan-parry Page B

says sternly
    “ What about some jewellery?”
    “ Will that stop you biting me? I got plenty of jewellery” was it that easy? She thinks a little bewildered
    “I will buy you some for Christmas” Phil says it like an order
    “ So no more biting me?”
    “ No biting, a heart locket maybe that says you taken”
    “ Are you going to move off me, only I lost all feeling in my body” she teases him
    “ You are a bossy little thing this morning” he laughs and he starts to tickle Helen and powerfully moving Helen onto her back, so he can look at her face when he torments her with his fingers.
             Helen never realized Phil’s brown eyes had flecks of green in them before. And she looks at him more closely and analyzes every detail of his face before her eyes. Helen grabs his face suddenly and pulls him to her lips, their passion matched with each other’s need as they become one and quickly make love. It is over as quickly as it was started with Phil climaxing quickly.
    “I’m sorry baby, you just felt too good” he whispers to her. Helen starts laughing when he pulls out and a very un-lady like sound comes from her own body. It wasn’t the noise that made her laugh but the tickle deep inside her body
    “ Was that you?” he giggles
    “ It is not what you think I didn’t fluff” she says as she starts to burn from her blushes
    “Seriously Fluff? It been a long time since I heard it call that” he teases her
    “ Then, what do you call it?” she says sweetly
    “ Defiantly fluff from now on, it makes me feel like a child again” and kissing her softly on the lips
    “ You know I like laughing after sex so I need to make more silly noises come out of you” and he starts blowing raspberries on her stomach and they both giggle with the noises being made.
                 He has his head on her chest and she knows he is listening to her heart beat like she did with him and she playing with his wavy hair. She liked this so at peace and no need for words. She never had this feeling of contentment with Alan. Was she even in love with Alan? At the time it felt like she was but now she was with Phil she was no longer sure. When she whispered she loved Alan was it just a response from the sex. She hasn’t thought about him in months and she never once dreamed of him, even when she was with him. But Phillip was in her dreams every night. Not always sexual but just holding her when he slept. He kisses her breast gently with lips
    “ What do you want to do today?” and kissing her nipple
    “ Only to get you naked” he laughs at her teasing
    “We will check out, and then we can go back to my place” And rolling off her and getting up from the bed
    “ Come back to bed” she pleads as he puts on a pair of jeans from the wardrobe and changing his shirt from last night. Throwing his clothes from last night into an overnight bag and going to the bathroom.
    “Helen get in here now , I will be leaving in an hour if you not ready by then I will drag you out by the hair” she knows he teasing by his tone but she follows him into the bathroom. She shocked that there is a toothbrush for her and she picks it up and looking quizzical at Phil.
    “I was just hoping you stay” and kissing her on her cheek before she starts brushing.
    “ Bend over the bath and I will wash your hair” it needed washing as it was messed up from the lack of sleep from his continued lovemaking last night keeping them both awake. The knots in her hair would take forever to brush out if it was dry. She kneels at the bath and bends her head so her hair falls into the bath. Phil starts up the hand shower and testing the temperature in his hand before kneeling behind her and slowly caressing her hair as the water washes over her. She can feel his shirt on her skin when his fingers massage her scalp. Squeezing the shampoo and rubbing into her hair. Kneading Helen’s hair gently clean and rinsing the suds of. Selecting another