We Needed It

We needed it. No one was whole anymore. Too much damage has set in and boy did we need it. After everything that had happen, it felt weird. Sitting there like two teenagers losing their virginity all over again. We exchanged glances until one makes the first move.

He kissed me. One soft lips pressed against lips. Then again. And again. Then my arms around him. His arms around me pulling each other closer together. We opened our mouths and allowed our tongues to dance. It felt so good to get lost in someone. To take comfort in being lost at all when we desperately want to be found.

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.

We needed it so bad. It wasn't long before he pushes into me and exploded. Rope after rope pouring into me, filling me whole. We lay there connected not wanting to let go. Never wanting to let go. Just him being inside me pushed me over again. This in turn excited him all over again. Except this time he turned me over. Ran his hands up and down my back. Squeezed my ass cheeks as he slid in and out of me slowly. He pulled my cheeks apart. His breath quickened.

He professed his approval over and over. My thick breasts swaying under me and he pushed into me over and over. He then laid his body on top of mine with his member pressed as far into me as it could go. It still didn't feel close enough. He waited a moment before he began to pound me, short thrusts in and out. It felt like he was torpedoing me over and over and I couldn't get enough. I demanded more.

Slapping sounds returned to fill my ears as my orgasm took control. The mixture of him and me slipping out of me as he fucked me until he slammed in to me once more and filled me again. Our heavy breathing synchronized. Every inch of us had synced finally and we would never let go again.