Chapter 16: God, you are so tight, [R-18]
…He lowered his head, his lips tracing the line of her jaw, then her neck. A soft moan escaped her as his teeth gently grazed her skin. He unbuttoned her coat, then her blouse, revealing the swell of her breasts beneath a delicate lace bra. They were full, high, and, impossibly, still immaculate despite the dust and grime of the apocalypse, massive, decadent globes of flesh that strained against the thin, black wiring.
Nate paused, his eyes settling on them. They were truly spectacular, the kind of excess he hadn't seen, or allowed himself to look at in months. He didn't bother with the bra clasp. With a sound that was half grunt, half exhale, he simply slid his hands beneath the lace, pushing the fabric up and away, baring the full, glorious weight of her chest.
Her breasts swung free, heavy and pale against the dark cabin air. Her nipples were already hard pebbles, dark pink, standing out in stark relief.
"Take it off," he rasped, his voice thick with the sudden, overwhelming reality of having this body available to him.
She didn't need to be told twice. Driven by the same frantic necessity, she tore at the restrictive fabric of her jeans and the damp, sweat-soaked lace of her panties, kicking them away towards the stack of firewood. Nate shucked his own worn trousers and heavy boots, the rough cotton of his survival-issue boxers barely containing the straining thickness that already demanded release.
They stood facing each other in the dim light filtering through the grimy windowpane, two statues carved from raw, desperate need.
"Do you know what you agreed to?" Nate asked, his breath hitching.
"I know what I need," she replied, stepping forward and reaching down, her hands immediately finding the hard, pulsing weight pressing against his underwear.
She ripped the boxers down, freeing him. Nate's erection sprang forward, thick and heavily veined, jutting out with an intense, survival-fueled rigidity. It was long, dark pink at the head, and slick with pre-come almost immediately.
She went to her knees on the wooden floor, the movement fluid and practiced, a ghost memory of a life dedicated to pleasure. She cupped the heavy mass of his testicles first, running her thumb over the tight, warm skin, before reaching up and encompassing the shaft in both hands.
"Look at me," Nate commanded, his hands gripping the back of her head, his fingers immediately tangling in her dirty, matted hair.
She raised her eyes, wide and heavy-lidded, meeting his gaze as she brought her mouth to bear. The first contact was a hot, wet rush. Her lips parted, capturing the head, sucking him in with a fierce, vacuuming pressure that made Nate's knees tremble.
She didn't hesitate. She took him deeper, using her throat with a practiced expertise that stole all thought from his mind. Nate let out a guttural groan, arching his back as the incredible depth of her intake pushed him past the point of pain and straight into pure, devastating sensation.
"God, you're good," he managed, the words choked out.
She worked him, pulling back just enough to scrape her teeth lightly down the sensitive underside of his shaft, then plunging back down until the base of his cock disappeared into the warm, slick compression of her throat. He could hear the desperate, wet sucking sounds echoing in the small cabin, punctuated by the slight, muffled gags as she tried to accommodate his entire length, pushing her palate down, wanting to swallow him whole.
He looked down at the sight: his thick, throbbing cock buried to the root in her mouth, her cheeks hollowed as she worked furiously. The sensation was relentless, primal. He tightened his grip on her hair, using the tension to guide her pace, slamming himself into her throat faster and faster, feeling the thick rush of blood accumulating until his head felt light.
"Fuck, yes. Deep. Go deeper," he roared, the sudden rush of impending climax a volcanic heat building in his groin. He was almost there, a few more thrusts and he'd explode down her throat.
But he cut it short. He needed to be inside her. He needed the walls, the heat, the proof of possession.
With a final, explosive thrust that elicited a deep, shuddering gag from her, he pulled back, dragging his cock, thick with her saliva, free from her mouth.
"Stop, stop," he gasped, breathing heavily, his chest heaving. "I need to fuck you now. I need to be inside."
She looked up, her lips glistening, her eyes blazing with an equal mixture of frustration and intense eagerness. She wiped her mouth with the back of a shaking hand, leaving a smear of white lubricant across her chin.
"Then take me," she whispered, her voice husky.
He grabbed her by the hips, pulling her bodily towards the decrepit, stained leather couch in the center of the room. She lay back instantly, throwing her legs wide in eager compliance, her arms flung back over the cushions.
Her massive, double-D breasts spilled luxuriously, the nipples instantly taut and high, beckoning. Her core was a dark, inviting delta, her pussy already wide open, slick and glistening, a sloppy, wet mess of readiness. The pungent, musky scent of arousal and female heat hit him, overpowering the dusty smell of the cabin.
"Look at that," Nate muttered, gripping his own rigid length and positioning the head against her slick folds. Her outer lips were swollen and dark pink, her clitoris peaking slightly beneath the deluge of moisture.
He didn't waste time. He drove into her, a single, violent stroke that buried him instantly to the hilt.
"Ah!" she screamed, a raw, sharp sound of shock and pleasure.
The tightness was immediate and absolute. The combination of her desperation and the months of abstinence had made her startlingly restrictive. He felt the intense heat of her core close around him, gripping his entire shaft like a thick, contracting muscle.
"God, you are so tight," Nate ground out, leaning his weight fully into her, driving the air from her lungs.
He began to move, slow at first, pulling out almost completely before plunging back in, pushing deep into her womb. The rhythm quickly ramped up, desperate and relentless, pounding into her soft, yielding flesh.
Her enormous breasts bounced and shook violently with every single thrust. They flew up with the momentum, the twin weights jiggling wildly, demanding his attention. Nate lowered his head, his mouth seeking out her nipples. He latched onto one, sucking hard and deep, drawing almost painfully on the hard point of flesh.
He suckled her like a starving child, dragging his tongue and teeth over the engorged nipple before moving to the other, rotating his head as he kept up the brutal, pistoning rhythm deep inside her.
"Nate! Oh, fuck, Nate!" she screamed, her hands clawing desperately at the cushions beneath her.
The slick, wet clapping sound of their hips meeting was loud and insistent, masking the distant threats of the outside world. He watched her face contort, her mouth open in a desperate mask, her chest heaving as she tried to match his pace. The feeling of her hot, contracting pussy walls milking his cock was too much.
He felt the climax surging, a white-hot wave of release. He pulled her hips up with a final, crushing grip, pushing as deep as he could go, right to the core of her.
"I'm coming! I'm coming inside you!" he roared, his body locking up as he emptied himself in deep, thick spurts of blistering hot cum, filling her completely.
Her back arched off the couch immediately, her pelvis thrusting up to meet his final drops. She cried out his name in a ragged, drawn-out scream as her own orgasm finally caught her, a series of deep, shuddering spasms that tightened her internal muscles around his retreating cock, milking him even as he finished.