Anasazi Fire

by Sahara Kelly

  Curiously she delved beneath, finding the soft sac with its precious cargo, taut and high, a miracle of nature in and of itself. His pulse thudded through his balls as she fondled them delicately, his tongue sliding noisily over his lips close to her ear.

  “You have wonderful hands, Midge.” He whispered the words, breath hot and brushing over her skin like the sensual caress of feathers and fur.

  “Thank you.” She tightened her grip then released it a little, trying to sense what effect her movements were having on him. It was strange—this blind passion. Almost like being in a dream, yet having something real and responsive to touch.

  The darkness was a hindrance and yet in many ways it was a help. It hid her, sheltered her from his gaze, made her almost anonymous—it freed her to explore options that otherwise might not have occurred to her.

  “If you don’t mind…” Hesitantly, Midge lowered herself down to the ground in front of Web. “I’d like to try something here.”

  There was a strangled groan. “Honey, whatever you want to do, do. I’ll like anything and everything.”

  She caressed his cock once more, dropping a kiss on the very tip and finding a tiny slick of moisture there. She tasted it, licking it from her lips. “Mmm. Salty. Man.”

  He settled into his stance and Midge could tell he had parted his legs wider, allowing her access to whatever she wanted, to do whatever she chose to do.

  Rising up on her knees and shuffling forward a little bit, Midge let her breasts rest around his cock, tucking it into the deep cleavage created by the swells of flesh.

  He moaned. A definite, I’m-so-enjoying-this kind of moan.

  “Does that feel good, Web? Do you like that?”

  “Hrmplfmpf.”

  She giggled past her own arousal. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  It was all the things she’d known a perfect cock would be. Steel and silk, heat and hardness, perfectly shaped to fill the valley between her breasts. And when she began to move up and down, tugging on that delicate skin, his gasp of pleasure was unmistakable. “Sheeeit, Midge…”

  “Let go, Web. I want to make you let go.” Where all this was coming from, Midge hadn’t a clue. She’d never told a man to come in her life, never dreamed she’d have enough nerve to wrap her breasts around his cock—certainly would never ever have imagined it would be Web Jones attached to the other end.

  Somehow the darkness had stripped away the civilized façade of Dr. Marjorie Hayworth and revealed Midge-the-sensual-slut who was having a wonderful old time for herself as she stroked Web’s cock and turned herself on simultaneously.

  His breaths grew sharper and faster as she kept the rhythmic movements going, finding additional sharp pleasure from her own hands as she pushed her breasts together, squeezing hard nipples to further enhance the whole experience.

  “Midge…” He whispered her name, sending shivers of delight through her body. “Jesus, Midge…”

  His muscles tensed—she could sense them, almost hear them clench around her as she worked him.

  Her own body was wet, the sensation of skin against skin erotically arousing, a pleasure not to be denied. Her pussy throbbed and ached and yearned, but this was something she wanted to do for and to Web. It was her moment in the sunshine, metaphorically speaking, although it was pitch-black.

  There was some kind of synergistic symmetry to the light and dark thing, but with Web’s cock trembling between her breasts, Midge gave up trying to grasp the symbolism and just focused on the sex.

  The air around them was rich with the sounds of their bodies as they slid together in a smooth glide of heat and desire. Panting breaths mingled with the soft whisper of skin and the thunderous pounding of Midge’s heartbeat.

  He gasped, a choking sound deep in his throat and Midge felt his cock shudder. She forced her breasts tightly around it and slid down just as he erupted, jets of hot come dappling her neck and chin.

  Tears stung her eyes as he groaned out her name, a sound of satisfaction and delight that came from his guts. She’d done it—she’d pleasured him past his point of control and brought him to his trembling peak.

  She, Midge Hayworth, was woman-goddess. Her tits were weapons of mass-satisfaction. She had reduced the mighty Web Jones to a heap of shaking stickiness that was now slithering to the floor in front of her, by the sounds of things.

  Raising a finger to her skin and touching the droplets of his come, she grinned. “You okay?”

  “You’re kidding, right?” He sighed and stretched, a hard thigh brushing her legs then snuggling close, staying there contentedly. “I’ve never been so okay. This redefines everything I ever associated with okay.”

  Relaxing, Midge sighed too. “Good.”

  “And if I’m not mistaken…” There was a pause.

  “What?”

  “Well, either the sex was so good I died when I came and the Pearly Gates are right above me, or…”

  “Or what?”

  “Look up, honey.”

  Midge looked up—and saw stars.

  *~~*~~*

  The two men stood side by side in the early dawn, that magic time when it was neither day nor night and yet the promise of light hovered just below the horizon, sending birds flying from their nests to herald the coming sunrise.

  “Nice job, Ashiike.”

  They were alike in build, solid, male—in an earlier lifetime they might both have been warriors conquering the land they surveyed. One of them had been. An observer would have taken them for peers. The observer would never have guessed that one was probably a thousand years older than the other.

  “Thanks, Uncle Eddie.” The taller man turned and glanced down at the slightly shorter man by his side. “Think we could drop the boy thing soon?”

  A chuckle answered Web’s question. “Sorry. Force of habit.”

  Web put his arm around his uncle’s shoulders. “You’re forgiven. Thanks to your tip I’ve got my woman. My mate. You can call me Fancy Pants Fanny if you want—right now I couldn’t give a shit.”

  “Feels good doesn’t it?” Eddie laughed softly. “I remember.”

  “How is Aunt Jane?”

  “Just fine. You should come by and visit sometime. Bring Ma’ay.”

  “Midge. My foxy Midge. Yeah. Maybe we’ll do that.”

  Web had always cherished a warm spot in his heart for his strange “uncle”. A man who had visited his childhood dreams with magical and wondrous stories, who had calmed his fears, helped him through chicken pox when he was so delirious he could have cheerfully raked his own skin off and who had introduced him gently to the legends and truths of the Anasazi.

  And Web had realized with time that Edvarde Przybyl was Anasazi. His mysterious high-level government job and now his new wife notwithstanding, Eddie was a unique being who shouldn’t exist. But he did, and Web was glad of it. He was equally glad that Eddie had “adopted” him at an early age. He didn’t care why, simply accepting, appreciating and coming to love this odd man with his wondrous skills.

  Web didn’t question Eddie’s powers. To him they were just part and parcel of his uncle’s personality. He could drop in and out of people’s heads like it was nothing special. He could take Web places in dreams that no longer existed and hadn’t for a thousand years.

  He wasn’t a frequent resident of Web’s brain, but a welcome one. And when they finally met in person just as Web was graduating kindergarten, the bond of friendship was sealed. It had led Web down the path to his novel and—ultimately—to the right woman. Midge.

  Who was snuffling quietly in the tent behind them as they whispered to each other. “You can’t stay long enough to meet her, I’m guessing.”

  Eddie grinned. “Actually, I’m not here at all.”

  “Ah. Okay.”

  “I just wanted to make sure all had gone according to plan.”

  Web swallowed. “Pretty much, yeah. I can’t lie and say I didn’t get a real scare when that damn rock moved and we fell. If
I hadn’t known that there was an escape, I would’ve been really pretty fucking terrified. As it was, I so wanted to tell Midge it would be okay.”

  Eddie nodded. “I know. But I’m betting you found…er…other ways to soothe her. And she read the carvings, yes?”

  “Yep.”

  “Good.” Eddie glanced at the horizon. “Nearly daybreak. I gotta scoot or Jane will wake up, know I’m traveling someplace and get pissed she wasn’t invited to come along.”

  “Give her my love, will you? I’m really gonna try and get out to see you both soon. Maybe over the semester break…”

  Web got a firm clap on the shoulder from a surprisingly strong arm. “Do that. Any time. Bring your girl.”

  And Eddie was gone, leaving Web alone in Tolikani Canyon as the sun stretched, yawned and considered the possibility of lighting another day for its family of tiny orbiting planets.

  A small sound from the tent behind him attracted Web’s attention and he turned from the dawn to hurry back to where his woman lay tangled in a sleeping bag, snoring quietly.

  Only now she wasn’t snoring. “Web?” There was a little anxiety in her voice. Not much, but enough. The sound of a woman as yet unsure of her new lover.

  “I’m here.” He unzipped the entrance, folded his long legs like a pretzel and maneuvered himself inside, zipping the door back up as he settled. “Just communing with the dawn.”

  “Had to pee, huh?”

  “I love your practical mind.” He stretched out next to her and let his cool skin caress her warm body. “Mmm. You’re toasty snuggly.”

  She giggled and curled up next to him, sliding a thigh over his hip, pulling him tight against her heat and rubbing her pussy right where it would do the most good. “I had a really strange dream.”

  “You did?” Web’s cock was finding the stimulation quite delightful and responding accordingly. Thus it was somewhat hard to focus on what she was saying. But he tried. “Did it have something to do with us stuck in an ancient chamber?”

  “Nope. Been there, done that. This was…” Midge paused. “This was…like…um…”

  Web paused in his sensual caresses of her pussy, letting his hand rest on her hip. “What, babe?”

  “This was almost real. As if I was looking at an Anasazi village. The land looked like Tolikani Canyon, but greener. There was the waterfall, but it was in full spate. A river fell down the mountainside in my dream, not a storm runoff. And I saw…”

  “What did you see?”

  “You’re going to laugh at me.” She nuzzled his chest, licking his nipple.

  “Never. I never laugh at dreams.”

  “Well…” Midge took a breath. “I saw the chamber open. Web, it’s a marriage chamber. A nuptial kiva.”

  *~~*~~*

  There, it was out. And did Midge feel stupid. “Honest, I just knew. There was a couple, there were flowers in baskets—you know, those magnificent Anasazi baskets—and the couple went into the chamber. It closed, the people sort of hung around and ate and drank and then…”

  “Then what?” Web’s voice was encouraging and his fingers made little circles on her hipbone as he listened.

  “Then they climbed out the top, like we did, stood there and everybody cheered.”

  “And they both lived happily ever after?”

  “I have no clue. I woke up.” She snuffled a giggle. “Stupid, isn’t it?”

  “Not at all. It’s quite possible. When it gets light we’ll go check it out. There has to be a way in that isn’t dependent upon the water. Perhaps with a flashlight and the chance to examine the kiva we’ll get a better sense of its purpose. Or at least you will. You’re the brains of this outfit…”

  His hand strayed from her hip to her pussy. “Web…I think you’ve wiped my brain clean. I can’t think at all when you touch me…”

  “It’s supposed to be that way.”

  “It is?”

  “Oh yeah.” He pulled her beneath him and rose above her, a looming shadow against the soft morning light that barely illuminated their tent.

  “I want you again, Midge. My Ma’ay. My fox.” His lips found her breast and he began to play once more.

  They’d loved twice since coming back to the tent and as far as Midge was concerned it wasn’t nearly enough. She had a lot of time to make up—a lot of orgasms to enjoy. And a lot of Web was still left to kiss and nibble and stroke…

  “Are we okay for protection?”

  “Of course.” Web reached for what was apparently an inexhaustible supply of condoms tucked into the cargo compartments of his jeans. “I’m always prepared.”

  “You are?” She stilled a moment.

  “Well, I have to say that I brought extra along on this trip. I knew you were coming.” He chuckled, a rumble of humor deep in his chest that rebounded off her body. “Or, to rephrase, I hoped you’d be coming. With me. Like this.”

  Midge groaned. “Bad pun.” She parted her thighs and wriggled her way to the perfect spot beneath him. His cock sank into her slick heat and they both sighed. “Good feeling.”

  “The best.” He leaned his forehead against hers for a moment and she relished the fullness inside her. Web fit—his length seemed designed to meet the specifications of her cunt. Just the right dimensions to bring her the maximum pleasure.

  How was that? How did that happen? Magic? Testosterone? Pheromones? Did it matter?

  Web began to move and Midge abandoned her train of thought. It didn’t matter how it happened, what mattered was that it had. And the odds were pretty good that along with a wonderful lover, Midge had also made an important archaeological discovery. There would be papers and photos and her chairwoman would be delighted.

  All things considered, this dig had worked out well for Dr. Marjorie Hayworth. She felt the electricity build inside her as she prepared to enjoy yet another orgasm under the skilled guidance of the sensational Dr. Webster Jones.

  Yep. Life in the past was a source of endless fascination, but this particular moment in the present sure was good.

  *~~*~~*

  “So where the hell were you?” Jane Przybyl raised herself up on her elbow and stared accusingly at her husband.

  “Er…” Eddie swallowed. “Visiting family?”

  Jane raised an eyebrow. “If you had one of your dream trips and didn’t take me along, I’m gonna be seriously pissed, you know…”

  Eddie grinned. “Yeah I know. I told Web that very thing. He sends his love, by the way.”

  “Ah.” Jane didn’t look convinced.

  “He found his woman. I gave him the teeniest little bit of advice and he’s a happy dude now.”

  “Hmm. Matchmaking?” Jane leaned back on Eddie’s arm. “Seems there’s no end to your Anasazi talents.”

  “You should know.” Eddie slithered down in the bed and burrowed under one of Jane’s thighs, emerging between her legs with a wicked smile. “Have I shown you this particular talent lately?”

  It wasn’t Anasazi, or any particular culture. It was simply a man loving his woman and putting a smile on her face. A fundamentally wonderful act that transcended time, history and race.

  And still does.

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  A note from Sahara:

  If you’ve enjoyed these steamy erotic romances, and I hope you have, you might try another one or two of my stories that fall into this genre. Here’s a look at “CONSENT”, a four-novel anthology revolving around the world of BDSM, and those who find it intriguing/appealing and are curious about it.

  CONSENT – Part II – Apartment 6C

  Laura and her husband Adam attend a reunion of BDSM adherents…

  Laura looked into Fay’s blue eyes and read many emotions there. “Do you still love him?”

  The response was unforced, prompt and honest. “How could I not?”

  It wasn’t the answer Laura was expecting. But she held her tongue, feeling that there was more to come. She was right.

  “
He was my trainer, Laura. That is a special position for a man to hold in a slave’s life. Through Adam I learned to give freely, and that what I gave would come back to me in love, in caring, in protection, for all my life. I will never be able to find the words to tell you how I feel about the man who gave me all that. It’s love and so much more. But...” she tugged on her lower lip, “it’s not the sort of love you’re talking about.”

  It was Laura’s turn to let her eyes silently ask Fay for an explanation.

  The birds sang and the conversations continued around the two women who found themselves locked into a space all their own.

  “Has Adam become your Master, Laura?”

  “No. We’ve not...we’ve never...it was only recently I learned of Adam’s interest in all this...” Laura struggled to find the words.

  Fay thought for a moment. “And now you know, how do you feel?”

  How did she feel? God, how long did they have? Confused, scared, puzzled, all these words flew through her mind, but only one came out. “Intrigued.”

  Fay smiled. “Good. When Adam met you, he gave you his heart. He chose not to share this with you, because I think he was scared he’d lose you. He’s given up so much for you, Laura. Think about it. A Dom, someone who could have been a Master, and he lets it all go for love of one woman. You.”

  Laura nodded, trying to grasp the magnitude of what Adam had done, the changes he’d made. All for her. “I’m feeling rather humbled by it.”

  “As you should,” smiled Fay. “But you’re here now. It’s been, what, five years or so?”

  Laura nodded. “More.”

  “So you know you can trust Adam. That you love Adam.”

  “More than my life, Fay. He’s my other half.” And that was the absolute truth.

  “Then perhaps it’s time to let the relationship grow. Time to let Adam reclaim some of what he once was. And time to find out what you can be. That’s the kind of love that Adam deserves. I could never have given him that. I’m not strong enough.”

  Fay raised her hand and stroked Laura’s cheek, letting her hand sift through the hair stirring in the late afternoon breeze.