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Chris Larabee sighed tiredly as he drove along the winding mountain roads that led to his ranch on the outskirts of Denver. He had been late in leaving the federal building, as the Team Leader department seminar he attended had extended into the evening hours. He shook his head in frustration at the thought of know-it-all bureaucrats whose seemingly sole responsibility was to waste the time of field agents with their textbook credentials in crime scene procedures. This morning, it had taken one pencil pusher two hours to share his vast wealth of knowledge in how to pay attention to detail. Chris had been able to summarize the entire subject in two words: take notes.He saw groups of children in costume at the doors of many of the houses he passed. He had completely forgotten it was Halloween night. A smile crossed his face as he remembered how Sarah would plan the creation she would painstakingly and lovingly make for their son, weeks ahead of time. Adam never disappointed his mother, always seeming to find delight in whatever costume she had chosen. A genuine laugh erupted from Chris as he reminisced over taking Adam to some of the doorways he had just passed, hearing again his child happily calling out "ick or eat".
As Chris entered his darkened home, an intense weariness overwhelmed him. He was still amazed at the intrinsic loneliness that the empty house instilled in him. He did not bother turning on the lights as he decided he would rather sleep than have dinner or watch television. He entered his bedroom and fell into a sound sleep within minutes of undressing and collapsing into bed. He had not been asleep long before he began having the most wonderful dream.
She was standing in the doorway watching him, her beautiful nude body caressed by the shimmering pale moonlight that streamed through the window. In her hand she carried a rose of the deepest red. She walked to the bed and sat down beside him. She laid the rose on the pillow opposite then gently brushed the hair back off his forehead. She tenderly cupped his face in her hands and brought their lips together.
He brought up his arms to encircle her waist and back, drawing her closer to him. "Sarah," he breathed.
He traced his tongue along her lips; silently asking and being granted permission as her sweet lips parted easily, inviting him in. The kiss was gentle at first then built to the crescendo of passion of lovers too long denied.
She pulled away then arose from the bed and drew back the covers, revealing his nude form. She straddled him then leaned back over and began to sensuously massage his throat and chest. She could see his shaft fill and strain hard against his belly as she ground her groin onto his. She rubbed his nipples until they hardened into twin burgundy peaks, then leaned over to take one nub into her mouth softly suckling until he was moaning her name with desire.
She licked and kissed her way back up to his lips for another soul searing kiss as he massaged up and down her shoulders and back; his hands drifting lower to cup and squeeze her rounded cheeks. He sat up, resting against the bed's headboard, and pulled her closer so that he could nuzzle and love first one then the other breast. She ran her hands through his hair, whimpering his name.
She arched her back and rested it against his splayed hands as she offered her taut throat to his fiery kisses and nibbling teeth. Her hair surrounded them like a sweet curtain as she once again captured his lips, driving her tongue deep into his mouth. She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed away. She stared down into his searing green eyes and saw the love he offered only to her.
"Now, Chris," she moaned.
He gripped her hips and positioned her over his aching shaft. His breath caught as she grasped it and pumped firmly before lowering herself until he was fully embedded inside her sweet moist recesses. She held him in her arms with his head resting in the juncture of her neck and shoulder as she repeatedly rode him, up and down, until they both found sweet release.
He lay back down with Sarah wrapped firmly in his arms. "I love you," he whispered.
He drifted back to sleep with her sweetly replied "I love you" in his ear.
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Chris awoke groggily as the alarm clock blared at 6:00am. He reached over and shut off the clock then rose to a sitting position. Memories of his dream flashed into his mind and assaulted every one of his senses. A mixture of loneliness and love flooded through him as he thought of his perfect dream. He glanced over at the other side of the bed.
"Sarah," he whispered hauntingly.
On the opposite pillow lay a rose of the deepest red.
End
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