Page 55 of Last Light

He’s starting to grunt to our motion. A rough, primitive sound that goes right to my center. His hips are speeding up, the thrusts getting more vigorous.

I arch my neck and moan, hardly believing the sensual sound came from my throat.

“Fuck.” His features are contorting. He’s losing control. His rhythm intensifies. “Oh fuck. Reach down and rub yourself.”

I’m surprised by the words. Shocked, really. But I respond immediately. I let go of the sheet I’ve been clutching and move my hand down to my clit. I give it a clumsy massage as he fucks me.

I make a mewling sound as the pleasure coils down tight.

“That’s it. Like that. Keep goin’.” His fingers are digging into the soft flesh of my ass. My body bounces in response to his thrusts.

It feels wild. Wanton. The sound of the bed, the sway of my breasts. The slapping of our bodies together.

I rub myself frantically as his thrusts grow hard and jerky. I cry out as my pleasure finally releases. He pushes against my contractions for a few seconds but then pulls out of me with a loud exclamation.

He lets me fall to the bed and comes on my stomach, using his hand to squeeze himself through the release.

Through my blurry eyes, I can see his face twist as he does, his mouth open in a rough groan.

I’m still rubbing my clit gently, feeling a few aftershocks of pleasure. I pant loudly as I watch all the tension in his face and body fade into soft satiation.

He falls down onto the bed beside me, his face turned in my direction.

It takes me a long time to catch my breath. When I can form words, I rasp, “Thank... you. Thank you.”

“You felt good?” His voice is just as hoarse as mine, and I can hear him breathing raggedly.

“Oh yeah.” I turn to look at him, meeting his gaze. “You did too?”

“Better than... anythin’.” His blue-gray eyes are sober. Sweat is dripping down his face.

He means it.

I sigh in relief.

This wasn’t a mistake. I did what I wanted, and I don’t have to regret it. Maybe—even in the midst of danger and loss and fear—there’s something we can do for ourselves.

Just Travis and me.

We can feel good. At least for a little while. In a stranger’s house. In the safety of a barricaded bedroom.

A needed release at the end of the world.

If I have any say in the matter, we’re going to do it again.

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