Page 61 of The Last Man on Earth
I turn her over, getting into spoon position, pressing my body against hers. She takes her panties off, opens her legs for me, and moans when I slide into her from behind.
I drape my arm over her, pressing my lips to the back of her neck. I taste sweat. Salt. I breathe her in.
We lay there for a long time, just like that, quiet, lost in the sound of the waves.
“What are you thinking about?” she finally says.
I’m kinda surprised. Nobody ever asks me what I’m thinking unless it’s about money or music.
“Nothin’, really. Just enjoying being here with you. Bein’ inside you.”
She exhales softly. “Same.”
Damn, I’m hard as a fuckin’ rock, but she was right. This little shit we layin’ on can’t handle everything I wanna do to her. I don’t know what I was thinking suggesting this, but maybe there’s a way to get us both off.
“Can I touch it?” I say against her ear.
She nods.
I ease my hand between her thighs and find her clit.
Since we got all the time in the fuckin’ world, I go slow, tickling and teasing her swollen bud until she whimpers. Every time she squirms against me, she moves a little bit, and that shit feels good as fuck.
“That feel good to you?”
She nods.
“Say it.”
“It feels good.”
“Yeah.” I grab her earlobe between my teeth. “You like when I play with it.”
“Yeah…” she breathes.
“Can you cum for me?”
“Mm hm.”
“Yeah?” I increase the pressure. “You gon’ do that for me?”
“Yesssss…”
Her hips start to move, just slightly.
“Nah, you can’t move, remember?”
“Fuck,” she grits. “I have to.”
“Nah. You stay still and let me work.” My tongue teases the shell of her ear. “I see why you be makin’ niggas wait. I know they be losin’ they minds behind this shit.”
She moans softly.
“Remember you told me you wouldn’t fuck me if I was the last man on earth?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah. Now look at you.” My fingers work faster. “’Bout to nut all over my dick.”
