Jason Frost - The Warlord

She pulled the pencil out of the bun of her hair and let the long black tresses cascade over her shoulders. Her hair was thick and luxurious, hanging past her waist, shimmering as she tucked it behind one ear. He loved her hair, its richness and length somehow so primeval, prehistoric. And she was proud of it too, knew its effect on men. She held a lock in one hand, teasingly brushed her nipples with the ends. Then she glanced over at Eric's crotch and smiled wickedly. "Hey, I know I'm cute, but no need to salute."

He looked down at himself, grinned, and walked slowly toward her. "You'd better behave or I'll withhold my services."

"Ha. You couldn't if you wanted. Once it's awakened, it can't rest until it's been satisfied. Like some kind of science fiction monster. The Beast With No Conscience."

He slid into the bed next to her, wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand clasping her smooth round buttocks. She snuggled closer, clamping her legs around his thigh. He felt her thick pubic hairs scuffing his skin. They kissed, long and deeply, tongues playing tag. He pictured them on a beach somewhere, a Caribbean island. A warm breeze skipping off the ocean and covering them, a dying sun glowing red as it's pulled into the ocean. A safe place.

Annie eased him onto his back, straddled his waist with her back to him, and hunched over his thick penis. She took it into her mouth slowly, letting the edges of her teeth gently scrape the sensitive skin. She felt him shiver with pleasure. Her movements were slow and easy, lazy really. For awhile. Then she was moving faster, sucking harder, one hand holding his penis, the other gently squeezing his balls.

Eric sighed with pleasure as he felt her warm mouth sliding up and down. But he wanted more. "Come here." he whispered.

She rolled off him and he laid her onto her back, his hand sledding over her hip, down her thigh, between her legs. He raked his fingers through her soft pubic hairs, dipping one finger into the sticky warmth of her vagina. The tender folds of skin gave way to the insistence of his finger as he stroked and probed, slowly rubbing and encouraging. Annie's hips began to rotate, her legs opening and closing with a desperate rhythm. Her pink tongue poked out between her clenched teeth and her head arched backwards.

"Eric," she sobbed. "Please, more."

Eric felt the hard, rubbery clitoris straining against his finger as he stroked it gently at first, then a little rougher. Annie gasped, pressed herself harder against his hand. He could see the drops of moisture in her pubic hairs sparkling, the thin film of sweat shimmering along her stomach and thighs. He smelled the deep, rich scent that was hers alone, like a rose garden after a heavy rain.

"I want you, sweetheart," she said. "Now. Inside me."

Eric withdrew his hand and climbed between her legs. She brought her knees up so she could spread them farther apart. Then she reached down under her leg and wrapped her hand around his penis, guiding it quickly into her body. There was no need or desire for gentleness now. They both moved with quick powerful motions, their hips slapping together, bouncing on the bed.

"Jesus," she panted. "Come, baby, come inside me."

Eric felt Annie beginning to shiver. She was moaning loudly in short gasping breaths, her fingernails biting into Eric's back. She was slamming her hips against him with a fierce rhythm.

"Now!" she pleaded. "Jesus, now."

And Eric matched her rhythm until they were locked into a thrashing frenzy. Her arms and legs were wrapped so tightly around him he couldn't tell their movements apart. He could feel himself rushing toward the cliff, peeking over the edge, then falling.

"Yes! Please, God, yes," Annie cried and her body trembled in uncontrollable spasms of pleasure as they both climaxed together.

Afterwards, both remained entwined with the other, softly nibbling on each other's sweaty neck and ears.

Suddenly Eric bolted up. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear wha-?"

And a faint rumbling sound echoed like a distant thunder. The bed began to vibrate slightly, a framed dance poster on the wall tilted to the left. Then it was over.

"Earthquake," Eric said.

Annie giggled. "I knew we could make the earth move if we tried."

He smiled, leaned back to kiss her, brushing her hair away from her face. When they finished she gave him a playful shove. "Better not start something again. I don't think the San Andreas Fault can bear the strain of our lovemaking."

"It'll have to," he said, reaching an arm around her.

"Okay, but first I want to talk. Seriously."

He sighed. "Yes, I'll respect you in the morning. Sure, I'll do the right thing if you get pregnant. No, I won't tell the guys in the locker room what an easy lay you were."

"Serious, Eric."

He sat up. "Okay, serious."

She took a deep breath. "I know you don't want to hear this, but I think it's time we moved back home."

"But-"

"Let me finish, then you can talk."

Eric fell silent.

"During the trial, I thought it was a good idea for the kids and me to be out of the way, if for no other reason than to put your mind at rest. So I didn't complain when you sent us to stay with Big Bill Tenderwolf. Hell, I love Big Bill and so do the kids. Besides, Timmy found one of the Hopi kids who can give him a real run at chess." She saw the look in his eyes and laid her hand on his thigh to keep him from withdrawing. "Even after the trial, when Luther was killed and the Sempleton kid turned up missing, I agreed to stay on there a few more weeks. But it's been a month now, Eric, and I'm ready to come home. I don't want us to only meet on weekends in motels like this, eating out of cardboard boxes and humping on strange beds. It's got to end sometime, and now is as good a time as any."

"You done?"

"I don't know. I reserve the right to cross-examine."

Eric shook his head. "I don't like it any better than you do. I've missed you and the kids more than I've ever missed anything in my life. But I know Fallows is out there. I know he's going to make his move eventually. And I know that this time he'll come in person."

"I know that too, sweetheart. I don't want to take any unnecessary chances, especially where the kids are concerned. But what are our choices? We either decide to live like a family or we don't. That means we either change our names and move away, or we go back to our old lives. I'll do either, but I won't keep up this separation. I know what you're trying to do. Use yourself as a target, hoping to draw him out in the open. Well, he hasn't done anything in a month, and he can afford to wait another month, a year if he has to. He's the kind of man who'd drag it out just to watch you suffer. You know that better than anyone."

Eric nodded. "I know."

"But we can't let him tear us apart first. We're either a family or we're not. I have my law studies to continue, the kids have school, and you have a teaching job. We'll take precautions. Install alarms. Buy a gun. A dozen guns. I'll take the kids to school every day and you pick them up. But we'll work it out."

Eric stared at her for a long time. He thought back to that night when the Sempleton kid had broken in. What if he hadn't awakened, hadn't heard him? What if he had failed to stop him? He saw Annie lying on their bed, twisted and bleeding, her body a chewed and bleeding rag. And the children.

But he knew she was right, too. That Fallows could wait, would wait. He'd always been a patient man. Eric had already considered changing identities, moving them to a forgotten rural place. But he knew it wouldn't work. Fallows would find them. He had the brains, the resources.

"Okay," Eric said. "We'll move back into the house, but there will be some changes."

She threw her arms around him and hugged tight. "I don't care about changes. As long as we're all together again. Hell, there ought to be something fashionable in bulletproof vests I can wear. Something in a shortie nightgown perhaps."