by D. Henbane
Time stood still, yet he marched towards her voice, ignoring everything around him until he felt her hand clasped in his. A spark of energy surged towards his brain, lighting the entire thing up like flipping the switch on a giant Griswold-style Christmas display. Reality came snapping back to him quickly, yet he retained that ephemeral buzz of pleasure, while he walked hand in hand with her into the deeper water.
“You have to feel around the bottom with your toes. The cats dig these holes out and lay down in them like beds. They can sleep down there for days at a time, until they are ready to feed; the bigger the hole, the larger the fish. You got that?” Amy said.
“Big hole. Big Fish. Got it.” Haus said, his voice shaky, mind aloof,
“I got a hole over here, I am standing at the start of it, get behind me. I can feel its tail on my toe. Be careful not to spook it.” Amy said. Haus moved slowly behind her, she pulled his hand forward until he could feel the warmth radiate of her body under the water. He hovered just a few centimeters away from her, his body curved to match hers, his head peering out to the left of hers.
He inhaled, his nose flooded with an intoxicating smell that reminded him of Lavender. Haus knew she could not have been wearing perfume, yet the sweet smell still inundated his senses. It was something he had never experienced before, as if on a chemical level, possibly even deeper than that, his body wanted more. The feeling was intense, he wished there was a way to capture that scent, put it into some kind of a bottle, refine it, and inject it directly into his veins. It could course through his blood stream, erupting every cell it touched, and spreading the feeling until he was completely overwhelmed.
Yet, despite how great it made him feel, it left him hungry, as if there was something even more potent in store for him. Teasing him, taunting him, and stringing him along. Much like a drug dealer will always give out a sample of the really good stuff, but only sell you the cut product. Selling the sizzle but not the steak. A small part of him attempted to resist the pheromone onslaught, but it was far too late.
Amy felt the loosening grip of Haus hand, and quickly tugged him forward. She expected his body to make contact with her, she welcomed the warmth, as she had already been underwater for quite a while, but Haus remained slightly distant. Is he afraid to touch me? She wondered inside her own mind. He thinks I am some dumb hick from the sticks. Here I am proving that stereotype too. He has to understand right? Food is on the line here. Wait a minute...
Amy wanted to giggle, but she couldn't chance disturbing the catfish at her feet. She stood in the water like a stone effigy, the catfish at her feet, a sacrifice to an ancient goddess, and Haus one of her faithful followers praying behind her. He's got the hots for you! Amy's inner voice chimed like a teenage school girl taunting herself about a crush.
It all makes sense now. He is protecting me, not because he thinks I am weak, but because he actually cares about me. Silly boys. Always trying to be the bad ass, when all they need to do is use that mouth of theirs and tell us how they feel. Amy had admired Haus, sure at times he was an asshole, and a little too sure of himself. In the end he had made sure things got done. How long? She wondered. How long had Haus had an eye for her? Today? From the beginning? Don't flatter yourself. She thought.
Amy had always considered herself a decent-looking woman, but here she was relishing herself in thoughts of a smitten man, to swoon over her from first sight, that he would do anything to save her life. The thoughts were flattering, maybe a little too much, but she welcomed them anyway. It made her feel wanted, cherished, and important; even if it was all just a fabrication of her over analytical brain.
Haus was older than her, but in a good way. She always sought out men older than her; they tended to be more mature, and could relate to her views of life. She never wanted to be a back seat driver to life, not one to be a subordinate, or a trophy wife. She was her own person, and craved for the recognition, Which was something that men her age could not grasp, let alone be supportive of.
Amy flashed back a few minutes in time, watching Haus stripped down of most of his clothing, and marching towards the water after her. She could recall his slightly muscular body; it wasn't that of a body builder, but rather a slender man. The muscles even more pronounced by the recent upheaval of society, and the scarcity of a decent meal.
Years ago she imagined he was a little overweight, but all the challenges of recent events had melted his fat, once again revealing the man that had always been there. He is actually kind of hot. Again, Amy wanted to giggle, as if she was just now seeing what had been there all along. She somehow had ignored everything, but tonight it had all become very clear. Am I being overly confident? Maybe he doesn't like me.
“Just reach down and grab it.” Amy said. Haus stood motionless for a few moments, and Amy grew impatient. Once again she guided Haus's right hand her hand on his wrist, then only a few inches below the water, deeper into the water. His hand was partially open, she pressed it against her rib cage, only an inch below her bra, and his knuckle briefly pressed into her right breast, as his fingers laid out flat.
Amy moved his hand down along her rib cage, his fingers raising and lowering over each rib, until she reached the flat of her stomach. She guided his hand forward, his middle finger dipped down into her navel as it traveled further south. She pushed his hand even further, following the crease of her upper thigh, following her panty line, hovering for a slight second above her lady parts.
Haus could feel a warm sensation below his knuckles, his mind raced, knowing all too well what treasure lay below his finger tips. The object of his ravenous desire, to be this close, plunged him deeper into his hormone soaked dreams.
Suddenly, Amy thrust his hand several feet down, his fingers dipping into the sticky mud of the bottom. His palm came to rest on her foot, his fingers extended forward, and feeling a slimy coated body in front of it. The second he came into contact with the unknown creature, it burst to life, its tail flailing violently in its attempt to get away. Mud and debris forcibly pushed past the spaces in his open hand, he instinctively tried to grab the fish.
The small beast darted right, bumping into his left leg, then reversed ramming head long into his right leg. The confused animal swam for the surface, the only logical escape route, forcing its way between Haus and Amy; the slimy body wiggling upward between his belly and her back. One of the catfish's spines pierced into Amy's back, causing her to move forward, allowing the little beast even more wiggle room.
It felt like a small alien, imbedded in Haus's belly, wriggling, and searching for open air. It flicked its tail, moving up past his belly button, continuing past his rib cage, and launching itself high into the air above Amy's arched forward back. The catfish flipped a few more times in the open air, as it began its descent to the watery world below.
Haus spun Amy around, grabbing her left side, and pushing away on the right. Amy leaned backwards, angled away from him, her back skirting the surface of the water. Small waves created in her forward movement. Until Haus held her with both hands, outstretched, and then pulling her in close. Amy's hips slammed into his, forming a V shape with their bodies, and the air borne fish splashed down in front of them.
The slimy little creature was wedged between their chests, this time his barbs were folded flat against its own body, disabled the only defense the critter had at its disposal. Haus held Amy firmly against his body, as the fish trashed violently trying to escape, until Amy reached down and forced her hand inside the fishes mouth.
Amy dug her fingernails into the lower jaw of the catfish, using her thumb to hook around into its gills, the catfish could not escape her grip and she flung it onto the grassy bank. Its moist body flopped around helplessly just a few feet away from the other fish. Amy looked up at Haus, a bit taken back by his quick reaction that trapped the five pound fish between them. Once again Haus had came through once again and gotten something done, even if it wasn't exactly conventional.
Catching the f
ish really didn't matter to Amy; at least not right now, she was starving, but feeling the strong embrace of another human satisfied her more; the satisfaction that could only come from the arms of a man, the coarse neglected skin of a man's hand, and not just any man. The same man that had driven her away from her former friends turned into mindless beasts. The very same man that had held a gun to her chose not to squeeze the trigger and put himself and his friend in danger by taking a chance on her.
She could have easily been one of the infected, he had little time to make that decision, yet he made the right decision and had watched over her ever since. Amy stood in front of Haus, looking back at him, his arms still wrapped around her waist like an unwavering sentry. Holding her close, keeping her safe from harm, and a gaze in his eyes that calmed her fears.
Water droplets trickled down his chest, illuminated very subtly by the weak moonlight, while a fire fly hovered directly in front of their faces. Its green glow pulsed slowly at first, but it chose to stay still and its pulses grew more frequent, until it looked like a tiny green strobe light. Amy knew in that moment, she was no longer looking at Haus the man, but rather her protector and as long as she with him everything was going to be just fine.
Amy sensed something moving, just to the right of her inner thigh, it radiated like a furnace in the water. Heating the water ever so subtly, she was not startled at all, this movement she had expected, even anticipated it and it confirmed exactly what she had thought earlier.
A warm object gently nudged against her panties, the heat it generated in pulses, matched by the small bulge in Haus neck, as his jugular bounced under each heavy heartbeat. A bounce of the heart, his neck pulsated, and another warm wave of water tickled her thigh. Amy moved in closer, closing the gap between their two bodies, starting at the belly, flesh meeting flesh, inch by inch until their ribcages pressed together.
Amy reached out, her hands resting on Haus's neck, as she tightened her grip, each finger on her hand interlocked with the opposite one, until she had formed a web with her hands. Like a black widow seducing her prey, her web now cast, she pulled him in even closer. Her eyes locked with his, as she moved to less than a few centimeters from his mouth.
Her lips, radiating heat of their own, danced seductively slightly above his; she paused only for a moment, as if she anticipated him to pull away. She knew better than that. No need to second guess or even doubt at this point. She knew, he wanted her, more than anything else in the world. Yet she loved the idea of stretching it out, making him beg a little bit more, before she finally gave in.
The power of having complete control over him, watching him squirm, knowing all too well what will happen in a few minutes. She was in control, and knew he wouldn't cross the line, unless she had given him permission. He was so scared to make a move even though I have given him every sign that it was his territory to lay claim. No. Haus wouldn't do that.
Haus stood still, a silent statue to the events unfolding around him. He ached, every ounce of his being wanted to burst through, unleash the carnal rage that had built up inside of him. To be with her, not just in his thoughts, but to actually mean something to her.
Amy was the first to cross the line, she had seen enough, satisfied her own desire to be an object of affection. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. A single spark, like a carelessly tossed cigarette into a pool of gasoline ignited, sending flames in every direction.
The few remaining undergarments that remained, flew towards the bank, eyes locked, engaged in a rabid passion. Haus placed a hand under her hips, lifted her slightly and carried her to shore. His heart raced, and the hormones ravaged his body. He placed her body on the sandy shore, his gaze never leaving hers, as he nipped at her neck and ears.
Haus made a single thrust; the warmth enveloped him, and sent chills down his spine. He grabbed at Amy's hair, pulling her long hair into his fist, the feelings overwhelmed him. Was it possible to experience so much pleasure? He thrust again, this time with more force, trying to regain his composure. It was far too late for that.
Amy was the boss, and she now called the shots. He bucked, hoping each thrust would bring her closer to her goal. Haus thrust forward, giving everything he had, hoping to turn the tide of the orgasmic battle. Amy's toes started to tingle, a familiar feeling she had felt many times before, it slowly crept up her legs, like an old fashioned chord fuse on a bomb. She knew what would happen once it arrived at its destination just below her belly button.
The tingling sensation advance wasn't steady, it advanced forward, then retreated slightly before pushing forward. Much like the waves crashing on the beach, each small crest would land, licking the grains of sand, spending its energy, and retreating slightly to regain strength.
Haus continued thrusting, synching his movements with the sway of her hips, and gently nibbled on her neck. He could feel a tingling sensation of his own, one he had known many times before, an itchy feeling at the tip of his manhood. It had reached critical mass, sensation overload, and the end was quickly approaching for him. He tried to suppress it, biting down on his own tongue, he knew the feeling of pain would delay it a little more. Hopefully long enough to know she was getting very close, he could keep it at bay for a small amount of time, and if he timed it just right he could finish at the last second.
Amy felt the fuse getting close, growing in intensity, each wave advancing faster, it wouldn't be long now, and she needed the release; a real orgasm, not a pity one, as she had given many times before. They did the job, made her lover feel better about themselves, but couldn't compare to the mind shattering ones she could induce solo. The fuse was just a few inches away, and she wanted it badly. Just a few seconds more. Don't stop now. Just a little longer.
Haus knew his time was up, a few more thrusts, and it was time to pay the piper. He could feel Amy tensing up, her muscles deep inside started to contract, and he was so close to the edge himself that he worried he wouldn't make the last few seconds.
A few seconds, a fractional amount of time separated him from being the best, and being just another disappointing lay. He knew it, his body knew it, but his body screamed at him to slam once more and unleash all of his pent up aggression. Not this time. She is out of your league. I've been lucky so far, and if I want to change her mind... One shot. Get it done son!
Haus bit down into his tongue, much harder than before, the pain registered in his brain, and sent its message back. Have you lost your fucking mind? Yes he had. He lost it long ago, this woman owned him, every ounce of his being was being tested, and he would be damned to allow it to go to the way side. The iron laden taste of blood filled his mouth, his teeth still clenched together when he felt another sensation.
Deep inside of Amy, muscles spasmed, contracting, forming a death grip on his penis. The fuse had reached her core, the black powder kegs had been ignited, and powerful bursts of energy radiated outward. A concussive force, detonated deep inside her body, and her toes started to curl inward. Here it was at last, she felt the release explode, and let out a scream of ecstasy.
Amy's finger nails dug deep into Haus's back, her hands frozen in place, nails digging deeper, holding her prey captive, the time had come and Haus couldn't hold out any longer. He tried his best to avoid it, but something beyond his power threw him over the edge. Pain. Not the self-induced pain to suppress his orgasm, pain that he welcomed, a final confirmation that he could thankfully let go.
Haus thrust one last time, pinning himself deep inside Amy, as his seed spilled out. Amy's claws pushed down, relieving themselves of the previous position, dragging along his back, bloody trails left behind, as she stopped on his buttocks. Gripping once again, and thrusting his hips towards her, trying to force him even deeper inside her.
Amy's body shuttered violently, pushing even harder against her new lover, her fingers dug deeply into his flesh, and a new trail of blood began. This was something beyond what she expected, the newly spent fluids, deep inside her caused
an unrelenting wave of pleasure, and she wanted to feel every part of it. Her hips shifted upwards, as to cause the semen to run down deeper inside her, it was instinctively, and far beyond her rational thought.
Haus fell forward, satisfied; his member pulsed in time with his heart beat. Every pulse, gave way to another whimper from Amy, another muscle spasm, a confirmation of a job well-done. Haus laid his head on Amy's chest, listening to her racing heart, beating in time with his own. Amy wrapped her arms around his back, squeezing him closely, and let her exhausted head fall back into the grass.
The two lay there, exhausted, mentally and physically until sleep took hold. Locked together, embraced in each other's arms, the sounds of crickets filled the night air. A single firefly hovered above them, its greenish light casting shadows below, until it too found a mate for the evening and flew away.
Chapter Twenty Two
Breakfast in Bed
Amy was the first to wake, it was dark out, and her body still tingled. She looked at Haus, his face partially illuminated by the moonlight, and then the pain in her stomach reminded her why she had awoke. It had been ages since they both had eaten, or at least it felt that way, she wanted food before they engaged in the act. What an act it was!
It was a first for her. The first time a man had actually got her to that moment without any help. She had previous lovers, each self-confident, and each tried to please her, yet each one had ended in the pity orgasm. Haus was different. She thought to herself. She thought about everything, the lighting, the atmosphere, and the intangibles. There was nothing over the top she could think of, except the intense feeling she felt once he entered inside of her.