Page 16 of Creepy (The Zombiepidemic #1)

While I was parked on the couch, he made a fabulous feast of tacos from some freeze-dried package of vegetable-based meat and some tortilla chips he’d had on his truck.

We didn’t care they were stale. He paired it with veggies from my garden and a bottle of my hoarded wine.

Literally feeding me chocolate for dessert, Arlo had me grinning from ear to ear and almost forgetting how Troy had stormed out.

His fingers tracing my lips, he asked, “Do you want to get cleaned up?”

Nodding my head, I sucked one of his fingers into my mouth. Our eyes locked. He dipped down playfully to lick the chocolate off my lips.

He brought me a bucket of water. Instead of letting me put on the boot, Arlo helped me to the bedroom to get my clothes and next to the bathroom, leaving me alone to clean up and change for bed.

When I hopped back into the hall, I expected him to be waiting to help me back to the couch.

I didn’t expect what happened next. Arlo picked me up and whirled me around until I wrapped my legs around his middle.

He seized me with his lips. Having kissed him just the other day, all my attraction to him flooded back.

I returned his kiss with ease, thinking it would go nowhere.

However, instead of going to the couch, he took me to my bedroom.

The multitude of candles he’d lit while I was cleaning up, shimmered magnificently, stunning me.

I hoped they were from his own stash. The music playing softly was another surprise.

He had a battery power radio and a cassette tape.

I tried to place the romantic tune and couldn’t.

Arlo set me on my one good foot. I’ll admit, I changed into one of my prettier nightgowns, but I didn’t expect him to tear it clear off me.

His look was wild. So much so, I’d be scared if I hadn’t already been to this point with him.

“I thought I’d lost you,” he declared, helping me to sit on the edge of the tall bed.

Like at the pool, he slipped down the strap of my bra down, kissing my shoulder.

But he didn’t replace it this time. Nimble fingers stripped me bare.

Arlo stepped back to rid himself of his clothes.

I’d seen all of him before and longed to again.

Watching intently, my cravings for him grew.

All the while, I felt torn between being so aroused and nervous that at any moment Troy would return.

Not to mention the fact I’d just had the most awesome sex with the big man.

But as he’d said, he wasn’t asking me to move in or something.

He’d also stormed out, leaving Arlo to take care of me.

Arlo drew me even closer to the edge of the bed, spreading me open, where Miss Mary could kiss his cock. In the perfect position, he swiftly entered me with no fanfare or warning.

I gulped. Miss Mary whimpered her surrender.

It was like we’d picked up where we’d left off from our romp in the pool.

I felt the same feelings I had for him then.

Maybe more. I was just as wet as I’d been in the water.

And like we were in the water, Arlo used the bed to help bounce me onto his gigantic cock.

Riding his dick like I was, would otherwise be hard in my condition.

Impressed again by his resourcefulness, I let go, let myself be free of any thought but Arlo.

He laid me back, his hands running from my shoulders to my knees.

Yes, even though I’d had sex last night, I could only think of Arlo now, him standing off the bed, plunging his dick into me.

Holding my thighs, he hauled me into each punch, making each more powerful.

The pulse of his strikes surged. His body engulfed mine.

He’d climbed on the bed, moving me with him.

Rolling us around until I was on top, he held me to him.

I laid flat against him, not rising to my knees like usual.

Twerking my hips, I scratched a primal itch.

Fucking Arlo, I stared into his eyes. His features quivered.

He yanked me off his dick and directed me down until it slipped into my mouth.

Him holding my head captive, his dick burst with hot goo, cumming down my throat. Helpless, I swallowed it.

Arlo sat up in his lotus position. I sat up too. The music had stopped. Unsated, I was afraid he’d finished for the night.

“Have you ever experienced Yab Yum?” He asked.

Breathlessly, I shook my head, no.

He helped me to sit in his lap, facing him. His still rigid cock slid into me easily as I lowered onto him. My legs wrapped around him. He cupped my ass cheeks and stilled. We didn’t move. Clutching his back, I began to move. “Hold still. Look at me,” he demanded.

I obeyed.

His eyes piercing mine, Arlo’s smile glowed. “This is a full embrace. We’ll breathe together. It’ll be cosmic, intense.”

I about whined, “Is this some sort of meditation?”

“It’ll be worth it.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You just got off.”

“I could never do this with you if I hadn’t,” he remarked.

“It’s not fair.” I started to raise up.

Arlo clutched my hips, not letting me move. “You’re not going anywhere.” The forceful way he’d said it made me want to stay. “Try it for five minutes. If you’ve not cum by then, we’ll do it your way.”

“You mean you’ll be getting me off without moving?”

“Yes. But in silence.” That was Arlo’s polite way of telling me to shut up.

He directed our breathing. Staying still in my state of arousal took everything I had.

Our chests rising and falling together, we locked eyes.

Though frozen in our position, I was hyperaware of his dick stirring in me.

Just it being there, unmoving, it twitched.

My pussy wept around it to the point I dripped.

All the while, our breaths grew faster. Face to face, our hot air mingling back and forth, mimicking the rhythm I so craved below.

My belly ached deep with need, truly hurting.

The silence, all but our labored breaths, continued.

My climax built as Arlo fucked me with nothing but his gaze.

My pussy clenched around him as I tried to keep holding still.

The urge became unbearable. We blew out of our noses now.

His gaze, the most passionate kiss, his breath a thrust, I came panting and baying.

Our energy synchronized, Arlo came as well, shooting the warm evidence right into me.