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“I know.” I can’t help it. I lean down to nuzzle his neck, his scratchy jaw. My hand still covers his heart.
His breath hitches. One of his hands moves to slide down my back until he’s cupping my butt. “I thought you were mad at me.”
“I am.” I kiss the side of his mouth. His cheekbone. Just below his ear. I’m sprawled out on top of him now.
“Then what’s this about?”
I kiss him full on the lips. Then raise my head enough to say, “You could die today. And so could I. That’s what this is about.”
He makes a gravelly sound and claims my mouth again, tangling the fingers of his free hand into my messy hair. We kiss for a long time. His cock grows hard against my hip. He’s rocking beneath me, and I’m rubbing my breasts against his chest.
I really have no idea how much time has passed when I start to feel him pulling at my panties, yanking them past my bottom and down my legs. I move my knees to help him and fumble until I’ve drawn his erection out of his underwear.
“Straddle my hips,” he says breathlessly.
I make a whimpering sound because his instructions evoke a slice of intense pleasure. I lift myself up so we can work on getting his cock in position, and then I lower my hips down as he penetrates me.
I moan long and low as he fills me. I drop my head backward.
“Yes. Fuck, yes, you always feel so good.” He’s shifting restlessly beneath me, stretching his back and his neck. “Now ride me, princess.”
I do as he says, bracing myself with my hands on his shoulders and pumping my hips. I start slow and steady, but that rhythm doesn’t last long. I feel too much. Need too much. I chase it with my whole body, bouncing over him shamelessly until my hair flies into my face.
He’s making helpless, hungry sounds as I move over him. His hands are holding on to my butt cheeks so hard they might actually bruise. His grip helps to keep me in position, however, so his cock doesn’t slip out from our vigorous motion.
“Yes,” he mutters. I still can’t see him clearly, but I can tell he’s tossing his head like he can’t hold himself still. “Yes. Good girl. So good. Fuck me hard. Just like that. Take everything you want. Give me all of it.”
His erotic encouragement pushes me higher until I’m practically sobbing as I climax. He bucks up into me as my pussy clamps down, and he lets out a strangled bellow.
I think he’s going to come too, but he doesn’t. He hangs on enough to still be hard when I finally slow down, panting and pulsing with pleasure.
He finds my clit in the dark and rubs it until I’m arching backward and coming again while he murmurs about how good I am, how hot I am, how hard I’m coming, how no one else can come for him like I do. Either from his touch or his words, the orgasms keep coming until I finally can’t take anymore. I push his hand away and fall forward on his chest.
He wraps me in his arms. Kisses me again. I’m so wet now that his cock slips out from my change in position, so he lifts my ass and pushes his shaft back in.
Then we’re rocking together as we kiss, his tongue setting the rhythm our bodies follow. He’s grunting into my mouth, still gripping my butt cheeks, guiding my motion and slowing me down.
Eventually I can no longer focus on the kiss, so I pull out of it. Our faces are only a few inches apart as we both build up toward climax with a fast, carnal rutting.
“Yes,” he forces out in a final, choppy gasp. “Yes. You’re… everything… to… me.”
I come again—from the words as much as anything else. And this time he’s right behind me, his whole body convulsing as he jerks up a few last times into my weight.
He pulls me down against him even tighter as I feel the spurts of his release inside me. My pussy is still fluttering all around him, and I can feel the throbbing of sensation in my nipples and my fingertips.
It’s taken so much out of me that I can’t move for a few minutes. I lay sprawled on top of him, my cheek against his shoulder as I gasp wetly.
He’s panting too—hot and breathless and limp. His hands gently stroke my tangled hair.
I want to say something, but there’s nothing I can think of to say. Nothing that embodies both our argument last night and our lovemaking just now.
I want him to say something too, but he doesn’t either.
We just lie together, holding each other until it’s time to get up.
* * *
Our plan to take back the bunker is too nuanced and complicated for me to fully wrap my mind around, but the rough strokes are basically this. Set up distractions on two sides of the camp to draw them out and confuse them. Then pick them off one by one in a series of assaults by small teams.
