In seconds their need for each other had grown into an unquenchable bonfire.  Rollie slid the teddy off her shoulders and down her body.  As the material fell to the floor, his hands moved across her skin, stroking, caressing.  Angie gasped as the touch sent a thrill of pleasure through her.  In almost desperate haste she stripped off Rollie’s shirt, then his pants and boxers.

Their mouths parted wide in deep, searching kisses, Rollie lowered Angie onto the bed.  Maddened with desire, they explored each other’s bodies with hands and mouths until, at last, their eyes locked upon each other, Rollie joined his body with his wife’s.  In perfect unison, they made love, lost in a feeling unlike anything they had ever known before as their ecstasy built into a raging fire.

Then, suddenly, something happened.  All at once, it was as if they had ceased being two people.  Angie’s thoughts, her emotions, her ecstasy were Rollie’s and his were hers as they shared each other’s bodies and minds in a connection beyond understanding.  Not questioning what was happening, they grasped each other more tightly as their combined rapture soared upward to their culmination, each of them experiencing not only their own release but also the other’s.  For seconds that were eternity, they became consumed by the awesome power of it, seeming to touch heaven itself.

At last, they slowly descended.  They clung to each other, both of them overcome by feelings of utter fulfillment and completion.  Rollie felt tears come to his eyes.  Not stopping them, he let them flow, his breath catching.  He pressed his cheek against Angie’s, feeling her tears mingle with his.

“Angie, Angie,” he breathed, hearing her murmur his name in return.

The Aussie lifted his head and looked into his wife’s eyes.  Shining in their blue depths, he saw the same awe that he was feeling.  He cupped her face in his hands and gave her a long, slow kiss.  Holding on to her, he rolled over onto his side, carrying her with him.  Caressing her face with his lips, Rollie held her close.

“God, I love you so much,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

Angie’s hand came up and caressed his cheek.  Like his, her voice was soft and trembling.  “I never dreamed that it could be like this with someone.  I love you more than I could ever find words for.”  She laid her head against his chest.

“He was right,” Rollie said after a few moments, a note of wonder in his voice.

“Who was right?”

“Mangela.  He once told me that when I found my lifemate and we made love, our spirits would join completely.  At the time, I believed him, but, later on, I stopped believing in those things.  But then, when I kissed you for the first time, and every time after that, I felt us join in a way like I’ve never felt before, and I began to think that, maybe, he was right.”  He turned her face up to his.  “But I could never have dreamed that it would be like it was.  I . . . I just can’t describe it.”  Rollie felt tears prick his eyes again.

“I know,” Angie murmured.  “I felt it, too.”  A smile came to her lips.  “I think they probably felt the earth shake all the way to Miami.”

Laughing softly, Rollie replied, “I guess we should have gotten that addition to our insurance after all.”  He pulled her close.  With a deep, shuddering sigh, he laid his head upon her breast.  Holding each other close, they slowly drifted off to sleep.

**********

It was still dark when Rollie awoke.  He looked down at Angie’s sleeping face, awed and humbled by the love he felt for her and could sense that she felt for him.  What had happened that night, the way that they had melded into each other, should have frightened him since it confirmed at least part of what Mangela had claimed when Rollie was a child.  But he couldn’t be afraid, not about that.  It had been the most amazing, beautiful thing he’d ever experienced.  He wanted it to happen again.

Rollie continued lying there in the darkness, drinking in the sight of his wife and lover.  He had no idea how much time had passed when Angie’s eyes opened and met his.  Speaking not a word, their lips came together.  Instantly, the flame of desire roared back to life.  The kiss deepening in intensity, Angie rolled over on top of him.  Passion exploded inside them, and they again made love, wildly, deeply.  The minutes stretched to eternity as they became drunk with the ecstasy that was burning through their veins.  And then it happened again, their minds and souls becoming one in a connection beyond the physical.  Crying out as their rapture multiplied, they again reaching their climax.  Dizzy and out of breath, their bodies separated.  Angie slid off of Rollie and lay down against him.  Rollie gazed down at her, stroking her cheek.

“You are amazing,” he murmured.

“I’m not the one who’s amazing, Rollie.  You are.  You make me feel so incredible.  This,” she pulled him more tightly against her, “is incredible.  No one else could make me feel like this.”

“And no one else could make me feel like this.”  A smile filled his eyes.  “I think they felt that one in L.A.”

“L.A.?  I’d say that Mexico City is still shaking with the aftershocks.”

The Aussie pulled her even closer.  “Next time, we’ll have to try for Australia,” he whispered in her ear.

Smiling, Angie closed her mouth over her husband’s.

For long minutes, they kissed and caressed, building the fire back up slowly.  In less time than either of them had thought possible, it flared brightly yet again.  Rollie sat up, pulling Angie with him to make love with her a third time, both of them engulfed in the white heat of their passion.  And, again, they melded as one, overwhelmed by the strength of their union.

Finally, they fell back, utterly exhausted.  Sleep came almost instantly.

The sun was brushing the treetops with gold when Angie awoke.  She looked up at Rollie’s face.  An overpowering tenderness filled her as she watched the innocent peacefulness of his sleeping features.  She lay a hand on his chest, feeling its slow rise and fall.  Her thoughts went to their night of passion, awed by it.  No words could describe the completeness of their union.  It was beyond understanding.  Angie had heard people talk about how they felt when making love to someone they loved, the depth of the union, but what had happened between her and Rollie was far more than that.  She knew that Rollie would wince at the term, but what they had experienced was a complete psychic connection.  Even now, she could still sense it faintly.

‘Rollie.  My love,’ Angie said silently in her mind.

As if hearing her, Rollie awoke.  His eyes went to hers, and he smiled.  “Good morning, Wife.”

Angie smiled, loving the sound of Rollie saying those words.  She pressed her body closer to his and murmured, “Good morning, Husband.”

“Mmm.  I like the sound of that.  I’d love to hear that again.”

“I’d rather use my mouth for something else,” she said as she slid upward to meet his waiting lips.  Sighing with contentment, the newlyweds kissed slowly and deeply.

“You know what I want?” Angie whispered against her husband’s lips.

A grin spread across the Aussie’s face.  “A shower . . . with me.”

“Hey, no fair.  You guessed.”  She pouted.

Rollie met her eyes, completely serious.  “It wasn’t a guess.”

Realizing what he was saying, Angie gazed at him for several seconds.  “Can you do that all the time?”

“No.  It only happens sometimes.”  He looked vaguely uncomfortable about the confession.

“How long has this been going on?”

“I’m not sure.  I became aware of it only a few weeks ago, but I think that it might have been there before then.”  He searched her eyes.  “Does it bother you?”

“I suppose that it should, knowing that someone can pick thoughts out of my head.”  She stroked his cheek.  “But, because it’s you, it doesn’t.  I trust you, Rol, in every way.”

A relieved smile filled Rollie’s face.  “I was worried about how you would react.  That’s why I didn’t tell you before.”

“You don’t have to be afraid to tell me anything, Rollie.”

The Aussie pulled her close, kissing her deeply.

“It does give you an unfair advantage, though,” Angie said when their lips separated.  “You’ll always know how I plan to make love to you before I do.”  She suddenly slid her hand down between them to an extremely sensitive portion of Rollie’s anatomy.  The Aussie let out a choked cry, his body reacting instinctively by bucking against her.

“Oh, did I surprise you?” Angie asked with feigned innocence.

Rollie crushed her to him as his hand did to her what she had done to him.  Angie moaned loudly, feeling her need for him rising rapidly.

“I think we’d better hurry up and get in that shower.  Otherwise we’ll never make it out of this bed,” she gasped.

Relieving themselves first, the newlyweds entered the shower stall.  They washed each other’s bodies, gentle hands sliding over wet skin.  The sight of Angie there in the shower with him and the feel of her skin as he ran the soap over it was making it hard for Rollie to concentrate on what he was doing.  Angie was having the same trouble.  The Aussie turned her around so that her back was to him and, fighting to focus on the task, began washing her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp.

“Oh, that feels wonderful.  I’m going to let you do this every morning.”

Angie’s body brushed against his, and Rollie felt his control slipping.  Giving into his desire, he said, “Unfortunately, if we did this every morning, we’d never get anything else done.”  Then he demonstrated the meaning of his words by sliding a soapy hand across her breasts and down her body.

Rendered instantly breathless, his wife gasped, “I see what you mean.”

Angie quickly turned around in his arms, and Rollie bore her up against the wall.  She wrapped her legs around him and surrendered to their passion.  As the hot water cascaded over them, they lost themselves in the rapture of their lovemaking, their ardor knowing no limits.  Caught in the wildfire of their passion, they felt themselves become one again.  Enveloped in her body and soul, Rollie felt their connection deepen even further.  He could feel her heart beating, the blood pounding in her veins, her muscles bunch and stretching, all as if they were his own.  He could feel her skin touching his and his touching hers.  He was experiencing the physical connection of their bodies not only from within his own body, but also Angie’s.  And he knew, beyond doubt, that Angie was feeling the same, for their minds were one as well.

Crying out each other’s name repeatedly, they exploded upward to their climax, a hoarse scream ripping from their throats.  When it was over, Rollie sank with Angie to the floor, his shaking legs unable to bear their weight.  For several minutes, they just held each other as their trembling bodies quieted.

“Rollie, what’s happening to us?” Angie asked weakly.  The completeness of their union this time was scaring her a little as she thought about it.

“I don’t know.  I had no idea it would be like this.”  He cupped her face.  “But I know in my heart that this is the way it’s supposed to be.”

Gazing into the soft brown depths of Rollie’s eyes, Angie felt her fear vanish.  How could she be afraid of something so incredibly wonderful?

Smiling, she snuggled against him.  After a few moments, they became aware of the fact that the water was growing cold.  Turning it off, they got out of the shower and dried off.  Still feeling a little weak, they crawled back into bed and just held each other.  An hour passed in complete contentment.

Slowly, gently, Rollie’s hands began exploring Angie’s body, his lips covering her face and neck with soft kisses.  They made love again, slow and tender, whispering endearments to each other.  As they joined this time, there was no overwhelming explosion of sensations.  With wonder, they explored the connection of their minds and bodies, feeling each touch, each kiss from both perspectives, learning as no others could how to give each other the most pleasure.  When they finally reached their culmination, they were so completely united that they could no longer tell whose body was feeling what, experiencing each climax--first Angie’s, then Rollie’s--as if it was their own. 

Warm and content in the afterglow, Rollie drew in a deep breath, feeling Angie’s spirit still merged with his.  He slipped into sleep, and then into dreams, sensing Angie come into the dream with him.  They were sitting on a beach looking out over the ocean, his arms around her.  Angie was sitting between his legs, her back against his chest.  Rollie slid his hand over Angie’s stomach, surprised to find that it wasn’t flat and toned as he remembered.  He looked down to see it swollen in pregnancy.

“Ange,” he whispered, cupping her belly in both of his hands with wonder.  He suddenly felt movement within it, two tiny kicks, testaments to the new life growing there.

“Rollie,” Angie murmured.  She covered his hands with hers, awed by the feelings inside her womb.

“I want this, Angie,” Rollie said softly, vibrantly.

“I do, too.”

They laid down on the sand, their hands upon Angie’s swollen belly.  Rollie awoke to find himself as they had been in the dream, his body spooned behind Angie’s, their fingers entwined over her flat stomach.  He felt Angie awaken with him.