Chapter 125: Sex in the Zombie Land. 2
The moonlight clung to our joined bodies like a second skin, silver and cold against the rising heat between us.
I began to withdraw. The thick shaft of my cock eased backward with glacial slowness, each millimeter a deliberate surrender. Her inner walls clung to me desperately, the slick, velvet ridges dragging along my length in reluctant ripples. A glistening sheen of her arousal coated me visibly, catching the pale light in thin, wet strands that stretched and thinned as I pulled away.
The head of my cock paused just inside her entrance, the flared rim nestled against the tight ring of muscle, pulsing once, twice, before the slow reversal began.
May’s breath hitched in the back of her throat, a faint, trembling sound that barely disturbed the night air. "Ohh Ohh."
Her back remained arched beneath me, the elegant curve of her spine glistening with a fine layer of sweat. Each vertebra pressed more prominently against her skin as her muscles held the tension.
Then came the forward push.
My hips rolled forward with infinite care. The broad head parted her again, sinking inward through the hot, yielding channel. Centimeter by torturous centimeter, my shaft disappeared into her, stretching the delicate pink folds around my girth.
Her pussy fluttered visibly around me, the outer lips puffing slightly with each incremental advance, then smoothing as I filled her completely once more. The wet, obscene sound of our joining was soft, almost intimate, skin meeting slick skin, the faint squelch of trapped arousal being displaced.
I buried myself to the hilt again. Our bodies locked flush. My pelvis pressed firmly against the soft curve of her ass, the coarse hair at my base brushing her sensitive skin. Inside, her walls clenched in rhythmic pulses, milking me with slow, powerful contractions that traveled the full length of my cock. The heat of her was overwhelming, molten silk gripping every vein and ridge.
Her hips responded. The movement began deep in her core, a subtle roll that started at the base of her spine and traveled outward. The muscles in her lower back flexed, then her glutes tightened, pushing back against me in a smooth, seeking arc.
She adjusted the angle with exquisite precision, taking me just a fraction deeper, the head of my cock nudging against that sensitive spot inside her. A fresh trickle of wetness escaped where we were joined, sliding slowly down the inside of her thigh.
The ruined balcony creaked beneath us. The old metal and concrete gave the faintest groan, a low vibration traveling through my knees and palms. A small flake of rust detached from the railing and drifted downward, turning lazily in the moonlight before disappearing into the darkness below.
The wind moved through the broken walls like a ghost. It brushed across the overheated expanse of my back first, cool fingers tracing the line of my spine, raising faint gooseflesh in its wake. Then it found the curve of May’s waist, sliding between our bodies where sweat had gathered, carrying away the mingled scent of sex and night air.
May’s hand began its journey backward. Her fingers lifted from the rough surface of the balcony, tendons shifting visibly beneath the skin. The wrist rotated slightly, elbow bending in slow degrees. Her palm hovered for a long moment, trembling with the effort of holding position, before making contact with my hip.
The pads of her fingers touched first, warm, slightly damp, pressing into the firm muscle there. Then her full hand settled, gripping with quiet strength. Her nails dug in just enough to create small crescent indentations in my skin.
She pulled me deeper.
I answered. My hips drove forward in one long, controlled thrust, sinking fully into her welcoming heat once more. The rhythm between us settled, slow, deep, unhurried, each motion stretching the seconds into something almost eternal.
The infected below remained frozen statues in the silver light, blind and unmoving, as we breathed and moved above them in the quiet ruin.
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I felt the shift begin in my core, a deliberate decision rising through muscle and tendon.
My hands tightened their grip on the soft curves of her waist, fingers sinking a fraction deeper into the warm, sweat-damp skin. The pads of my thumbs pressed harder against the small of her back, feeling the subtle roll of her spine as she braced herself. Then my hips drew back, slower at first than before, but with gathering intent, until only the swollen head of my cock remained nestled just inside her entrance. The withdrawal dragged every ridge and vein along her clutching inner walls, pulling a fresh sheen of her arousal outward with me.
I paused for the space of one long breath, the cool night air kissing the wet length of my shaft where it glistened in the moonlight.
Then I drove forward.
My thighs flexed, the powerful muscles tightening beneath my skin as I pushed deeper. The motion accelerated gradually, each centimeter gained faster than the last, until my pelvis met the soft, rounded backs of her thighs with a low, fleshy slap. The sound bloomed in the quiet ruin: skin striking skin, soft yet distinct, echoing faintly off the broken concrete walls around us. A second later, the impact rippled through her flesh, the smooth curve of her ass compressing slightly before rebounding.
I withdrew again, the drag even more pronounced now, her slick heat resisting every inch of the retreat.
Her inner muscles fluttered and clenched in tiny, involuntary pulses around me, as if trying to hold me inside. Another forward thrust followed, faster still. The slap came sharper this time, thighs against thighs, carrying a faint wet undertone from how soaked she had become. The rhythm was building, but each individual collision stretched out, every detail unfolding in slow succession.
May’s moan rose from deep in her chest, starting as a low, throaty vibration that traveled up her throat. Her lips parted wider, the lower one trembling as the sound escaped, raw, unrestrained, lingering in the cool air. Her fingers, already resting on the crumbling edge of the half-wall, dug in further.
I watched the tendons in her hands stand out one by one, the skin over her knuckles stretching thin and paling as blood receded. Tiny grains of concrete dust crumbled beneath her nails, falling in almost invisible particles onto the ledge.
Her back arched deeper, the moonlight sliding across the shifting muscles beneath her skin like liquid silver. A fresh bead of sweat rolled down the side of her ribcage, catching the light before it disappeared into the shadow beneath her breast. With each new thrust, her body rocked forward slightly, then pushed back to meet me, the motion creating a slow, hypnotic wave through her hips and spine.
Below us, the infected remained utterly still, pale faces turned upward, their dead eyes reflecting the moon like dull coins. One of them had its jaw hanging slack, a thin strand of something dark swaying from its lower lip in the breeze, but none moved. The ruined world stayed frozen while our bodies continued their accelerating dance.
Another thrust. The slap of skin on skin rang clearer now, the impact traveling up through my pelvis in a warm jolt. Her walls gripped me tighter with every stroke, hot and silky, the friction building heat between us. Her moan climbed higher, breaking into two separate sounds as my hips met hers again, flesh meeting flesh in that steady, growing cadence.
My breath came heavier, each exhale brushing across the damp skin of her shoulder. A drop of sweat slid from my hairline, tracing a slow path down my temple before falling onto her back, joining the growing slickness that coated us both. The balcony creaked once beneath our weight, a low groan from the old rebar, but the night held us in its silver grip, every second drawn out into long, vivid pulses of motion and sensation.
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