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With a slam, I closed the door to the washer and turned around to face him.
 

“Now what do we do?” I asked.
 

FORTY-SEVEN | Spin Cycle

I grabbed for her. I pulled her to me and didn’t think about what I was doing. My hands were all over her naked body and my mouth was exploring everything it touched. I led her backwards, our lips colliding, our breaths mingling. She even stepped on my toes a few times, but I couldn’t care less.
 

I broke away to get my bearings and then swept her up in my arms and threw her on the raised queen size bed. I took a few moments before I joined her to stare at her beauty.
 
She was breathtaking. Her skin was absolutely flawless, the perfect pale shade of peach, with not a mole or freckle to mar the tone of it. She had designs down her side, they looked like words mixed with flowering hibiscus and leaves from her armpit to her fit stomach.
 

“What does this say?” I moved onto the bed with her. The words were in a different language, maybe German, and they flowed over her skin in an inspiring work of art. It was a great piece.
 

“
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you,” she quoted from memory.
 

“
Nietzsche, kind of deep for a grunt,” I laughed. She looked at me with fake offense, which was hard to do since we were both naked and quoting a long dead philosopher.
 

“The fact that you even know who that is blows your bad-boy biker persona out the window,” she teased and rolled her eyes.
 

“I thought I blew that one out the window a long time ago,” I said and moved over her, capturing her mouth so she couldn’t respond. She kissed me back with an eagerness that had me dying to spread her legs and claim her, but I held back. I kissed her face, her chin, her neck until I had my face buried in her beautiful tits.
 

Another perfect part of her body. I kept finding new ones.
 

I sucked a nipple into my mouth and she moaned, pressing up against me. I ran my fingers through the wet folds of her pussy. She was soaked and I slipped two fingers into her easily, smiling around her nipple as she bucked and cried out.
 

I sucked on her nipple as I penetrated her with my fingers. In and out, quicker and quicker, I moved them inside of her. I wanted to be buried in her, dick deep, but I wanted to make her come more. I ran my thumb over her clit in a circular pattern and fingered her until she spread her arms and thrust her hips up against my hand, screaming my name as she orgasmed.
 

“Rebel,” she called.
 

“Call me Reid.” I requested and I stopped touching her.
 

“Please don’t stop,” she moaned.
 

“Then what are you going to call me?”
 

“Reid, fuck me, dammit.” She grabbed me by the neck and pulled me down for a kiss. I used my knee to spread her legs wider to accommodate me.
 

We both gasped as my dick nestled between her legs and barely penetrated her. She was so wet, she was dripping.

I pushed in, entering her slowly. She was tight, but wet so it was a contrast in feelings. I used my arms to prop myself up and concentrated on the act of sliding deeper into her.
 

Our gazes locked as I fully seated myself inside her, making sure she could take all of me without pain. She showed no sign of discomfort, only pleasure. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were glazed, her mouth open slightly as she panted from the sensation.
 

I held still, focused on our joined bodies and the warmth that spread over me.
 

She was the first to get anxious and began to push up against me. I pulled back, withdrawing almost all the way out of her and then pushed back into her hard.
 

This time she screamed my real name without any prompting. Might as well reward her. I stimulated her clit, rubbing it with my thumb as I pumped my cock into her tight pussy.
 

She came undone around me. I felt the pulse of her pussy as it gripped my dick and the pleasure overtook her. I gave her a moment to enjoy the wave of sensation, then I slipped my arms under her thighs and pushed her legs up so I could get even deeper inside of her.
 

I slid my hands down her legs and gripped her by her ankles as I began to pump hard into her. I set a rough pace, but I was lost in her, lost in the feeling and she was urging me on with her wonderful little noises of enjoyment. When I felt another orgasm overtake her, I was done. It hit me hard and fast and suddenly I was jerking into her, my orgasm a hot flash of sensation that broke me open and left me dizzy and murmuring words that made no sense.
 

I pulled out of her and she whimpered at the loss, but I was spent, my eyes grainy, my body heavy. I didn’t want to crush her. I moved to the side of her and pulled her to me, reaching spastically for the covers to pull over us. I had never felt this content in my life. I might have said it out loud. But I didn’t care. I wanted her to know what she did to me.
 

FORTY-EIGHT | Shattered

I was sore, especially between my legs. I awoke and I could feel the pulse of awareness there, from the amazing sex I just had.
 
I wiggled and felt him hard against my back. He was either awake too, or he had serious morning wood. We hadn’t been out that long. I didn’t feel like we had slept much. Enough to refresh.

His arms snaked around me and cupped my breast, squeezing tightly.
 

Awake then.
 

He pinched my nipple hard and I cried out from the pain, pleasure of it. Not able to resist I arched my back and pushed against him. His hands went to my hips and pulled them tight against him, his hard cock pressed into my ass. He slipped it between my legs, not entering me, only stimulating me. My legs were still closed and as he pulled himself in and out of the juncture between my legs it created a unique sensation.
 

When he found my clit, I shattered. The feeling was amazing and I couldn’t control my body. I wanted to move in five different directions at once. I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to fuck him, I wanted to take him with every part of me, but I was facing the wrong way.
 

“Inside of me, Reid,” I moaned. I needed him.
 

“Not yet, Baby,” he cooed. His pace picked up as he circled my clit with those amazing fingers. He sucked my ear lobe into his mouth and held me tight to him as he pumped between my legs but he never entered me. He took me over the edge with his clever fingers.
 

I came with a shout and a lot of jerking against him as my body flooded with a pulsing sensation.
 

“That’s what I needed,” he said as he rolled me to my back and kissed me generously on the mouth.
 

“Ditto,” I managed to get out between breaths.
 

“C’mon, get up, I’m sure if the washing machine works, the hot water heater works. I can’t even remember what a hot shower feels like.”
 

“Not something I want to hear from the guy I just sexed up,” I laughed but he looked like he regretted what he said. “Oh, speaking of that, I gotta put the clothes in the dryer.” I got up from the bed quickly.
 

“I already did that, not too long ago. You were sleeping, I didn’t want to wake you.”
 

I could have kissed him. Or declared my undying love for him, which was a little overboard for him doing laundry. But it was thoughtful and people didn’t do thoughtful things for me. Especially now that everyone was focused on surviving.
 

Instead of opening my mouth and making a fool of myself, though, I dragged him to the shower.
 

The shower was probably the biggest thing in the tiny apartment. There wasn’t a bath tub, only an enclosed shower with two shower heads and a shallow bench along the back wall for holding soaps and shampoo. There were no toiletries in the bathroom, so I fished out the homemade stuff I had begun to really enjoy from my pack.
 

I had helped Grace make the soaps once and it was enough for me, but I enjoyed watching the process. She had this strange combination of watered down ashes and animal fat that she would “cook” and then combine at different times. For scents, she would boil in certain herbs she collected. I preferred the lavender bars. It grows like a weed at our compound so it’s plentiful.
 

Rebel was already in the shower and he opened the door to let me in, taking the soap from my hand and sniffing it.
 

“I love this smell,” he smiled and began to lather me with the soap.
 

“So do I,” I said, sighing as he meticulously cleaned me from bottom to top. He might have paid special attention to a few areas, but I wasn’t complaining.
 

When he was done, I took the soap and returned the favor. I also paid special attention to some parts which wonderfully came to attention in my hand. Before long, I had him moaning and
thrusting
his hips against my hand as I slowly stroked him. I watched his face as I brought him fully erect in my palm.
 

The floor was cold, but I didn’t mind as I got to my knees in front of him. I licked out and tasted the head of his dick and the salty pre-come that leaked from the end. He grabbed for my head and held me tight as I sucked him into my mouth.
 

“Damn,” he cursed as I began to suck harder along his length. I swirled my tongue around the tip as I pulled back and began to stroke him with my hand and lick the head.
 

I took him deep again and again. He lost his balance, and had to brace himself on the back of the shower as I aggressively took him deeper into my throat.
 

He held on tight to my head and pumped into my mouth. I let him control the pace, I took it and let him fuck my mouth.

Suddenly he went stiff and I thought he might come, I was ready, but he pulled out quickly. He yanked me to my feet and spun me around. His hands pushed me up onto the tiny ledge of the shower. With one quick motion he entered me, quick and hard. He pressed me hard against the back wall of the shower and plunged into me repeatedly.
 

Holy. Shit.
 

I held on for dear life as he took me with a vigor I have never experienced before during sex. Never before had I felt this way. I was a mess of conflicted emotions and sensations by the time my orgasm overtook me. I scratched his back with my fingernails, unaware of what I was doing as he roared my name and emptied inside of me.
 

He broke me into pieces. I didn’t think there was anything that could put me back together again–except maybe more Rebel.
 

FORTY-NINE | You and Me