We broke our connection long enough to remove our tattered stained clothing, allowing them to fall to the dusty floor. Standing before each other, naked and bruised, we examined our weathered shells before retreating into our pile of blankets. When our bodies made contact, our instincts took over. The friction increased our desires. Rolling back and forth, he finally took charge, climbing on top of me.
Entering me hard. Filling me up. All the worries disappeared if for only a moment. I didn't care if we we're safe. Where the next meal was coming from. Schedules and routines all of it melted away. I just wanted more of him. I held him tightly against me as he gave me a moment to adjust to our pairing. Then he pulled out and rammed himself into me again. Again and again. Hard and fast. His skin slapping against mine filling the emptiness of the room. I never wanted it to stop. As soon as it did, our reality would take its place again. I wanted to reject the horror. Make it not exist anymore. I wanted him to replace it. He raised up on his elbows and looked into my eyes as pounded me. That loving gaze sent me over the edge. My sex vibrated against him surging energy throughout his body. He picked up pace confessing he wanted to cum. How much he needed to. I begged him to do it for me.
