His hands were on her thighs, slowly traveling up her body to cup her tits. Was this their fantasy? Something that helped them get through their time in hell?
She didn’t know what it was, and she wasn’t about to question it either. Resting her hands on his shoulders, she began to ride him. He held her hips and showed her exactly what she should be doing. Each thrust down, he lifted up, working inside her.
He touched a part of her that made her moan and gasp.
Within a matter of seconds, she saw the change in his thrusts, heard the small gasp from his lips, and knew he was close. So fucking close, and so was she. This wasn’t about her now.
No, she wanted to bring him pleasure, so that he didn’t have to think about what had happened to him.
“Shit, I’m going to come,” he said. “Get off me.”
“What?”
“Just do it.”
He helped her slide off him, and then his cock spilled his release on his stomach, coating him in white cum.
They were both panting, and she frowned at him.
“What is it?” she asked. “Why did you do that?”
He gripped her arms and moved her to the bed, drawing her close to his side.
“I had to do that,” he said, whispering.
“Why?”
“You’re not on the pill. I’m not wearing condoms. Shit, I’m not wearing condoms. I don’t think they did either. Fuck, my head is fucking fried. I can’t think. We shouldn’t do this.”
“What?”
“I could have something, and now you could.”
“Then we shouldn’t have had sex. Is it just because of what happened?”
“No,” he said.
She heard the tears in his voice. “What is it, Noah?”
“Pregnancy. You could get pregnant, and some of the women, they haven’t survived it. I don’t want to lose you because they force an abortion on you.”
“Oh.”
“I should have stopped this.”
“No, Noah. I want this with you. No matter what. We’ve done it before. There’s no point in stopping.”
“I’m dirty.”
“You’re not dirty. You’re perfect, Noah.”
She held him close as he broke down, sobbing against her chest. “You’re never dirty, Noah. You’re perfect, in every single way.”
****
They’d been left alone for hours, days, weeks, months, years? Noah didn’t know how long. Time didn’t exactly matter in a place like this. Between sleeping, using the toilet, eating, and fucking Skye, there wasn’t anything else to do to occupy their time.
For a short time, he truly believed they’d been abandoned, but then they’d hear the screams, the begs, the pleas.