Page 72 of The Last Man on Earth
“Aight, girl. You heard that. You on the clock. Cum on this dick.”
I grab her hand and guide it between her legs. “Play wit it, bae. Rub one out for me.”
Over and over, I serve her long, deep strokes as the thunder rolls closer, making this feel just a little more urgent.
“You be playin’ with your pussy a lot, don’t you?”
She manages a sound that’s half laugh, half moan.
“I’m sayin’, you wasn’t fuckin’ Lucas, but you got needs, right?”
“Vincent!”
“Mm. Yeah, whatever you do at home that gets you off, do that shit now.”
She takes a deep breath and brings her other hand around the front, easing it under her t-shirt.
That’s better. That helps me picture it easier. I see shorty laid up in her bed naked, one hand on her pussy, the other one tweaking her nipple. She probably got a rose, too. She seems like the type.
She don’t need none of that shit now, though. Not when she got a real nigga around.
I feel her freeze, her body going stiff. I let go at the same time, busting deep, holding her body against mine while I empty the whole clip.
The rain starts with a few fat drops, hitting us hard, snapping us out of the bliss of the sex we just had. We go to work immediately, packing up what’s out, making sure everything that needs to stay dry is secured under the platform. I tuck the firewood away on the other side of the shelter. Ari’s securing the clothes. She’s faster now, knowing exactly what to do. We both are.
I put out the poncho. I set it up to catch the water and funnel it into bottles once it’s full. I didn’t think I’d need it this soon, but I’m glad I got it.
Just when we climb back into the shelter, the rain starts pouring down and the sky goes almost nighttime dark. The wind kicks up, blowing so hard the shelter sways a little bit.
Ari presses close to me. I pull her into my arms, and we lay together under the storm.
“Does any of this ever feel normal to you?” she says.
“Yeah. Sometimes. It’s been days when I woke up next to you and forgot where we were. Or I forget sometimes that we’re stuck. I be plannin’ dates and shit.”
She laughs. “I know what you mean. It’s weird.”
“But lowkey cool, right?”
She smiles. “Right.”
The storm rages outside while we lay around the shelter, limbs tangled. I’m surprised it’s lasting this long. Night comes, and the rain keeps lingering.
I kiss on Ari, just makin’ out, just to pass the time. She eventually falls asleep, and I’m still kissing her neck, her shoulder, her ear. I can’t get enough of this woman, and being stuck like this with her just drives that shit home. If it was any other woman, hell, even if it was Shemari, my fuckin’fiancée, Iwould have been bored by now. But with Ari, I feel like this is where I’m supposed to be and this is exactly what I’m supposed to be doing.
She wakes up, looking out of the shelter with a frown on her face.
“It’s still raining?”
“Yeah. Go back to sleep if you want.”
“Shit.” She sighs. “I should have grabbed something to eat before I packed everything.”
“It’s all good, I can fish in the rain.”
“Yeah, but you can’t start a fire.”
“Fuck. Didn’t think about that.”
