"Yes Daddy."
Zarrek finished dressing, and then looked at the clock. Quarter till 9. He muttered a curse, grabbed his briefcase, coffee and paper and rushed out the door, hurriedly pecking a kiss on his wife's cheek as he left.
Chapter 2
Annabel lay next to her daughters that night, for they had decided to share a blanket fort in the living room rather than have their beds to sleep in. Both of them were sleeping soundly...for now. Annabelle decided to get up and finish the kitchen chores. She looked at the clock on the stove, seeing that it was almost nine. Another night with out her husband. She set to work, cleaning the table, filling the dishwasher, and wiping the counters down. She looked at the clock again, 9: 15. She sighed and wandered down the hall to her room. She was tired of spending all her evenings alone. It wasn't fair to her or the kids. She was determined not to be a married single parent, just like her sister was. Being married didn't mean splitting tasks to be done; it meant working together on them. She needed to have that talk with her husband.
She put some music on, some soft, sexy melody to dance to as she undressed for her bath. She began to sway back and forth, and then as the song went deeper into her body, she began to move her hips and shoulders more. She rocked her hips in time with the beat as she slid one strap of her tank top off her shoulder, then the other. She sensuously slid the tank top down her chest, off the gentle slope of her breasts. She pushed it down past her hips, down her long legs and kicked it away from her. Annabelle danced as if for a lover watching. In her minds eye, she could see him, standing in the doorway, dressed in slacks and a shirt that was halfway open, showing off his very masculine chest. Next she unbuttoned the button on her denim shorts, slowly slid the zipper down and shimmied her way out of them, caressing her stomach as she did so. She turned from the doorway, showing her imaginary lover her back. She slowly gyrated her hips as she reached behind her to unfasten her bra. The house creaked, sending shiver of fear and aloneness up her spine. Annabelle shook it off then went to go turn off the music, what she was doing was silly, it's not like any one was watching her, she thought.
An arm snaked its way around her waist, pulling her backwards in to a muscled chest. She tried to scream, but a hand shot up and covered her mouth. A deep sexy voice growled in her ear "Finish it."
She began to struggle until she looked down and saw a tattoo gleaming in the moonlight. It was on the intruder's forearm, an image of two lions curled up together.
It was the tattoo they had gotten together, to show their love to one another. Annabelle stopped, then raised her arm next to his, showing the matching tattoo. Zarrek growled in her ear again "Don't stop, finish the dance."
Annabel began to sway again, rocking her hips into his. Zarrek moaned and swayed with her, taking a hold of her hand and spinning her around slowly. He grabbed both of her hands gently and put them behind her back, causing her breasts to press into his chest more. He guided her to the bed, layed her down on it and stood back up.
Annabelle looked at him, confused, and then tried to sit up. Zarrek pushed her back down, kissing her on the lips softly, then standing back up. He started to take his shirt off the rest of the way, then quickly rid himself of the rest of his cloths. He crawled onto the bed, looming over Annabelle. He kissed his way from her lips to hr neck where he stopped momentarily to nibble. Then he continued his journey south. Kissing the soft slope of her full breasts, ripened from having nursed two babes, he suckled her nipples and then conutinued. His lips lead him to her belly button, where he swirled his tongue around and around then dipping in. finally he had reached his destination, the top of her thong.
