To be comforted.
Like her, I need to know I’m here, now. That I’m not dreaming this.
Once I’m up and in, she makes short work of dropping the flap and tying it closed, bathing us in relative darkness.
I hear rustling. My eyes adjust, and I see Corinna stripping. She’s untied her shoes and kicked them off and is now sitting on her butt wriggling out of her jeans. I grin, and follow her lead, toeing off my shoes and peeling out of my shirt, shucking my jeans. I watch her as I disrobe—it’s dim in here, but my eyes have adjusted enough to be able to see her, to soak in the lush fullness of her breasts as they sway, bare, and the thick ivory wonder of her strong legs, and the shadowed V of her sex. She’s naked for me, totally bare. It’s daring, it feels like. Here, now, like this. In daylight, with no assurance that our enemies aren’t still out there, when anyone could drive by and see what seems to be an abandoned military truck…
It’s foolish, even.
It makes my blood sing, the thrill of it torching my arousal hotter, like an afterburner kicking in.
Rin has made a makeshift pallet with our clothing. When I slide my underwear off and stand naked in front of her, she shifts forward to her knees in front of me, gazing up at me. Her hands go to my cock, already swollen and upright, thick and hard and aching with need. Yet, as she touches me, caressing my length, it hardens further, to a nearly painful erection. I groan at her touch, her hands closing around my flesh and stroking downward, her palm cradling my balls and caressing them gently, lovingly. I almost whimper in delighted relief when her lips part and she takes me into her mouth. Sucks me, tongues my tip, swirls the flat of her tongue over the head, licks up the length of it like a lollipop. Takes me to the back of her throat, swallows around me, backs away.
When I start to hiss and huff, she closes her fist around my cock and tugs downward. “Lay down, Apollo.”
I do as she says, lying on the pallet of our clothing. She crawls over me, breasts swaying, hair a curtain around her face—around our faces as she descends to kiss me, kneeling on either side of my hips with her hands on my chest.
I have other plans, however, before we join.
I palm her ass and guide her forward, and she nips her bottom lip in her teeth, knowing what I’m demanding and all too willing to give it to me. She crawls up my body until her sex lines up over my mouth, still on all fours above me. I lick her sex, a soft slow swipe of my tongue up her seam until my tongue meets her clit, and she gasps shrill at the contact. I suckle the pert, erect little nub of flesh into my mouth, causing her to cry out—at the same time, I find her opening with my fingers and slide them inside her, my palm brushing my chin as I suckle and lick her clit, fingers curling and sliding in and out of her. She arches her back, and then bows it upward, teeth gritting around a suppressed scream as I find the rhythm and pressure with my tongue that drives her wild, the thrusting curl of my fingers that makes her mad with arousal.
“Oh fuck, Apollo…” she snarls, “fuck yes. I’m close. Make me come, Apollo. Fuck yeah, give it to me…” She grinds her sex on my mouth, then, as her orgasm rises up in her, hot and swift, mere seconds—less than a minute, probably—since I began devouring her delicious sex. Her juices soak my tongue, essence gushing as she drives higher, closer to climax, her hips writhing on me.
I feel her start to come, feel it in the way her pussy squeezes around my fingers, clamping down hard around them; I hear it in her voice, in the hoarse groans and the muted whimpers. I taste the tart, musky tang of her essence flooding my mouth.
And then she’s screaming out loud, heedless of anything else, a wordless cry of release—I milk her through it, tongue flying in circles over her clit and fingers driving in and out hard and fast, stroking her insides the way she loves it best.
The moment her climax peaks, she breaks away from my mouth and shimmies down my body, grasping my cock in her fist and guiding it to herself. Her eyes are open and fixed on mine, hooded, heavy lidded with release and wild with renewed need for me.
“Apollo…” she whispers. “Fuck me, please fuck me.”
The moment she has me notched inside her slick hot sex, I thrust deep, and she cries out, head dropping. Her body flattens down onto mine, her arms wringing around my neck, her hands pillowing beneath my head. Her ass squishes flat against my hips as I fill her, and I groan aloud now at the wild homecoming bliss of her perfect beautiful body welcoming me.
“Oh god, Rin. My Rin, my Corinna…” I whisper in her ear, breath huffing on her hair, against her ear.
She braces her palms on the floor of the truck bed beside my ears and pushes downward as I thrust upward. Her forehead touches mine, lips against mine, trembling and not kissing. “Apollo. Mine. My Apollo.”
I pull away, and she lifts up, and we meet again with a hard clap of flesh, and then I feel myself aching, boiling, rising. There’s no stamina, there’s no lasting. She’s come once already, and judging by the way she’s gasping and thrusting to meet me, about to come again. And I have no shame in the fact that I’m going to come inside her in a matter of mere minutes. When there’s need like this, the need to simplyfeel, to be joined, to be connected, to be reminded of what’s real, it doesn’t need to last forever. When you’re united like this, whimpering and groaning together in a gathering storm of mutual climax, time ceases to have meaning.
There’s only the moment. The Now. The Us.
Maybe it’s two minutes since I entered her. Or five. Or less. I don’t know. All I know is I feel her sweet sex clamping around me, her nascent orgasm demanding my own match hers. All I know is our mouths, fused, and her breasts crushed flat against my chest. All I know is our bodies joined, my cock driving into her with ever-increasing urgency, her pussy clenching around me with aching ferocity. All I know is her voice in my ear, chanting my name like a prayer, whimpering and panting and screaming as she topples into climax.
Her voice in my ear is an invisible caress on my soul, her touch on my skin erasing any knowledge of pain or memory of fear. All I know is her, her, her. Smoothing and soothing, caressing and kissing, loving me with her words and her body and her soul.
“I’m coming, Apollo!” she gasps into my ear. “Come with me, my love. Come with me, please, please—I need it. I need you. I need to feel you come inside me.”
I feel her orgasm, and it pulls my own from me. Her words act like a command, a trigger. I couldn’t hold it back if I wanted to—and I don’t. I explode within her, crying out with my release, gasping her name—“Corinna, Corinna…Rin, Rin…my god, my Rin…”
I come inside her, flooding her, the mad intensity of my climax wrenching a shout from my throat as wave after wave of climax shakes me to shivering, quivering jelly beneath her.
She comes above me all the while, our orgasms synched, united.
When we both finally are spent, she collapses on me.
Panting hard, she buries her face in the side of my throat and kisses, kisses, kisses, tiny little nips and pecks. “I love you, Apollo Dimitriou.”
It’s ripped from my chest. Torn from the depths of my soul. “I love you, Corinna Roth.”
