Page 46 of The Last Man on Earth
“Howdoyou feel?”
She stands and takes a step toward me. “Do you want the positive version or the realistic one?”
I grin. “Both.”
She’s opening her mouth to speak when a bird squawks loudly over our heads. That little bitch came outta nowhere. Ari jumps, hand over her heart, then laughs as she watches it fly away.
I clear my throat. “I got work to do. I’ma be…down there.”
I leave her there, because I ain’t tryin’ to get my hopes up again. I walk, grabbing my bag along the way. When I get to a spot far enough away from her that my dick can calm down, I pull out shoelaces, a safety pin, and some string, all items I scavenged from the suitcases. It’s a long shot, but maybe it’ll work. I rig it up, bait it with a golden raisin, and lower it into the water.
Minutes drag. Fishing always been boring as fuck to me, but it’s cool right now. Ain’t shit else to do.
I feel a tug.
I yank hard, pulling in a small fish.
“Oh, shit!” I grab the shoelace and hold up my prize. “Ari! I got one!”
She runs toward me, braids swinging. Looks like she put her hair in pigtails, but as she gets closer, I see it’s two French braids. That makes me smile. “Damn, you look cute.”
“Thanks.” She claps her hands together, smiling at the fish. “I can’t believe it was that easy! High five.”
I give her one.
“You know what?” she says, “this deserves a kiss.”
Before I can think, she leans up and presses her lips to mine.
I drop that fish so damn fast, wrapping my arms around her and yanking her to me. I press her body against mine, trippin’ off how soft and warm she feels. My lips go straight to her neck, tasting salt, licking and sucking and biting at her skin. My hands go to her ass, gripping two soft, thick cheeks that fit perfectly in my hands.
I shouldn’t have done that.
Now I’m hungry for more.Wayfuckin’ more.
She wraps her arms around my neck, bringing her face closer to peck my lips again. Then, again. Over and over, each one slower and softer than the last. She finally pulls back, eyes blazing, but I ain’t done.
“Nah, come here,” I murmur, brushing my lips against hers. “I want your tongue this time.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t like tongue kissing.”
“Cuz you ain’t tongue kissedmeyet.”
“No,” she whines. “I’m obsessed with hygiene, remember?”
“Yeah, and you seen how serious I am about mine.”
She’s thinking about it, I can tell, but then she drops her hands and takes a step backwards.
“We shouldn’t…we both have people waiting for us back home.”
For a half a second, a picture flashes in my mind of me running over to that HELP sign and kicking the shit out of it until it’s just a big brown pile of seaweed that won’t get us saved, because how I’m feeling right now, I don’twannaget saved. I wanna lay her on this fucking sand and go in. I want her pussy on my tongue. I want it around my dick. I got a snake for her ass, a big one. Iwant her to sit on that muhfucka and ride it ‘til we both tap out. I don’t give a fuck about no back home.Ain’tno back home. It’s just us. Right here.
But that’s impossible, I know, cuz she ain’t on the same time I’m on. And if she is, she’s better at controlling it. So I just nod and pretend her words didn’t sting me.
“It’s cool,” I say. “I respect it.”
She blows out a sigh. “Thank you.”
