Her naked body rubs against my side. Her knee slides between my legs, nudging upward. And fuck, my cock is as hard as concrete in seconds.
I can’t do this to her.
Can I?
I should ask. I want one more time with her to hold me off for a while. So I wrap my arms around her and press her closer as her demanding little tongue whirls in my mouth.
She is a fantastic kisser. Her lips are just the right amount of soft and hard. Her tongue has a magical spell over my cock that gets hard every time she kisses me.
And there it is again.
Our limbs tangle, and I am free-falling.
I want to hug this fucked-up world. Because now it makes sense. With her in my arms.
I hold her tighter and pull her on top of me.
She laughs, steadying herself with her hands on my chest.
God damn! That laughter makes my heart turn into a bird that is trapped inside my chest and flaps its wings madly.
She kisses me again. Her messy hair falls onto my face and neck. I inhale her smell, trying to get enough of it, and let my hands slide down her body and cup her sweet little ass.
I’ll eat the fuck out of it one of these days.
It’s a threat and a promise.
Because Callie is mine.
She should’ve been mine a long time ago.
The thoughts dissipate. The naughty little thing rolls her hips against my hard cock, and I groan, grip her ass tighter, and buck my hips at her.
Her hands touch my scars where she knows she is not supposed to. She is a sneaky little fox. But right now, I let her, because my cock rubs against her belly and it wants to claim her again.
My body rises to the awareness of her flush against me. I can’t hold back. I shift, kicking her legs open until they are on either side of mine. I push her little ass up and position it so that her entrance is against the tip of my cock.
“One more time, baby girl,” I murmur into her mouth and push into her.
She moans and rolls her hips, sinking onto me.
The parrots go wild outside the window.
“Early bird special,” I whisper as I thrust my hips up, deeper into her. Her short chuckle turns into little whimpers as I thrust deeper yet.
“You all right?” I ask to make sure.
“Yeah,” she whispers, steadying herself with her knees against the bed, and moves her little butt down, sinking herself onto my cock. Our thighs meet and find the perfect rhythm.
“That’s right, baby girl. Just like that,” I say as we fuck slowly.
I want to learn her every curve, every sweet spot. I want to fuck her hard and gently, fast and slow, with bites and scratches and softly licking the wounds afterward. I want to be her first in every way possible. And the last guy she ever touches.
Mine.
Finally.
Maybe I am losing it, but for the first time since the end of the world, there is a reason to go on.