Free More than Survival: A Post-apocalyptic Love Story by Camryn Lynn Page B

I want to know how it becomes erect.”
    Sawyer ran his hands down my shoulders, then over my breasts, teasing my nipples as I undid the button on his pants. I squeezed my thighs together when heat moved through me, then tried to pull his pants down. He wouldn’t let me. He took a step back, then slowly pulled them down himself. Kicking them off. Then he stood in front of me naked, and all I could do was stare at his penis. It was so much bigger than I’d imagined. So much bigger than his finger. How was that supposed to fit inside me?
    He wrapped his fingers around it and moved his hand up and down. Over and over again. Slowly, it stiffened and grew. Getting bigger. I scooted back, my eyes growing wide with apprehension as he grew in size.
    “Hard. We say hard, not erect.” Sawyer moved his hand faster. “When I rub it like this, it gets hard.”
    “Do you always need to do that to get it,” I swallowed, “hard?”
    “No. Just looking at you could get me hard. Your bare tits,” he cupped my right breast with his free hand, giving it a squeeze, “just looking at them will turn me on.”
    “What else,” I whispered, sucking in a deep breath as he rubbed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
    “Watching you touch yourself.”
    I looked up, meeting his gaze. “You like that?”
    “It’s so hot.”
    Sawyer stopped stroking himself and gently pushed me back, then eased my pants off me. When they were gone, he grabbed my hand and pulled it down so my fingers were once again stroking my moisture.
    “Push a finger inside,” he whispered.
    I obliged without hesitating, gasping at the warmth moisture of my body closing around the digit. Then I mimicked what Sawyer had done earlier, moving my finger in and out. My eyes rolled back in my head and I moved my finger faster. It felt so good.
    “God, Lucy.” I looked up, meeting Sawyer’s gaze only to find him stroking himself as he watched me.
    “Sawyer,” I whispered. “I know what I want from you now.”
    “What do you want?” he asked, still stroking himself.
    “I want you to put it inside my vagina.”
    “Pussy,” Sawyer said, climbing onto the bed. “Say pussy.”
    His mouth covered mine and his tongue plunged inside. He moved my hand away and shoved a finger inside me. It was bigger than mine, and it made me feel so full. So much fuller than my own finger had. How would he fit in me for real?
    “I want you to put it in my pussy,” I said against his lips.
    “Tell me to fuck you, Lucy.”
    I didn’t know what his words meant, but they made me squirm. His tone was so primal. Hot and passionate. Begging for me to want him. And I did. I wanted him so, so much.
    “Fuck me.”
    Sawyer groaned and shoved my legs apart, moving between them. He grabbed his hard length, positioning it at my opening. Rubbing it up and down. I squirmed under him and whimpered, bucking my hips up like I was desperate for him to be inside me. Sawyer eased forward just a little.
    “This is going to be a little uncomfortable at first.”
    I froze, my eyes growing wide with fear. “It’s going to hurt?”
    “Just a little. I promise, it will pass. And I’ll make it worthwhile. Are you sure you want to do this?” His eyes held mine, the tip of him pressed into me as he waited for me to tell him yes or no.
    I nodded as fast as I could, but I knew he wanted to hear me say it. “Yes. I want you inside me.”
    Sawyer grabbed my hips and pressed forward, pushing into me. Stretching my body as he eased inside. It was tight and awkward, but it didn’t hurt. Not really. He pushed a little farther, sucking in a deep breath.
    “This is the part that might hurt. Are you still okay?”
    I nodded and gripped his shoulders. “I am.”
    “Hang on.”
    Sawyer thrust forward and a sharp pain shot through me. I winced and squeezed my eyes shut, but just like he’d said the pain eased after a few seconds. Sawyer didn’t move until I relaxed, then he slowly began to pull out before