The sun was setting, and the shadows grew long. A cool breeze blew across the land, sending a shiver down John’s spine and a chill in his bones. He sighed and sat down on the bed. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, the scent of fresh air and damp grass filling his nostrils.
He could hear the sound of birds singing and the rustle of leaves in the wind. He opened his eyes and gazed at the orange-tinted sky, his mind filled by the beauty of nature, but he needed to rest. He sealed his eyes shut and surrendered himself to sleep.
He opened his eyes and the world around him was dark. He looked up at the sky and saw the stars twinkling in the night. The wind blew, sending a chill down his spine and a shiver through his body. He got to his feet and looked around. He could see the faint outline of the buildings and the trees, and he could smell the damp earth and the fragrance of the flowers. He could hear the sound of the insects and the wind rustling through the leaves.
It was as if the apocalypse had never happened, but he knew better. He looked down at his bed, but he knew himself, he would not be able to go back to sleep. He heaved a deep sigh and sauntered toward the kitchen. He needed to cook and eat something.
John’s eyes narrowed at the thought of cooking. He had forgotten that his women and friends were injured, and they would need to eat, too. He would need to wake up and cook for them.
He sighed and closed his eyes.
"Echo, are the girls awake?" he asked.
"No, they’re asleep."
John heaved a sigh of relief. He was glad they were all safe. He looked at the stove and the pots. He could already imagine the delicious aroma of the food filling the room. However, it was still too early. He prepared some coffee and sat down in the lounge, machinating over their next steps. The next time, they would need more preparation.
A soft set of footsteps caught his attention and he turned around to find Julia walking toward him.
"Good morning, John," she said, her voice quiet and her expression calm.
"You’re supposed to be resting," he chided, his tone stern.
"I’m sorry, I couldn’t sleep," she explained with a soft tone a downcast gaze.
"Well, I’m not surprised. That was a rough experience."
"Yeah, it was. But we made it," she replied, her voice firm and her tone steady.
"That we did. How’s your arm?" he asked, his tone softening.
"It’s fine, I can move it now. It’s just a bit sore."
"Good, I’m glad you’re feeling better," he said, his voice gentle and his expression relieved.
John smirked at Julia’s hesitant demeanour.
"What are you doing? Come here," he said, patting his lap.
Julia blushed and walked towards him, her cheeks flushing and her body trembling. She sat down on his lap, her eyes were still downcast and she rest her hands on his chest.
"Are you nervous?" John asked with a playful tone while his lips curled into a smirk.
She clenched her jaw and glared at him, her voice steady and cold. "No, I’m not," she spat out, daring him to challenge her.
He leaned closer to her, his breath warm on her ear. He chuckled softly, his voice low and teasing. "Good, I’m glad," he said, his lips curling into a smirk.
His fingers brushed along her thigh, tracing a slow and deliberate path upwards.
Her eyes fluttered closed and her breathing hitched, her body arching into his touch and her skin tingling.
"J-john," she whispered with a strained voice. Her heart thundered inside her, the anticipation inside her about to burst.
"Hmm?" he murmured, trailing his lips along her jawline and grazing her earlobe with his teeth. He skimmed his lips across her delicate skin and she trembled, her body writhed and her skin burned with desire.
"N-nothing," she gasped, her eyes fluttering open and her hands gripping his shirt.
The warmth of his touch stretched out like tentacles and drained her skin, like a demon’s dark, seductive caress.
She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, surrendering herself to John’s greedy hands. His touch was never unwelcome. John felt satisfaction simmering low in his stomach at her submission. He snaked his arm around her waist and placed her down gently on the sofa.
He leaned down and planted kisses on her neck, her natural scent tickling his nostrils and sending a thrill straight to his hard member. He pressed his erect shaft against her damp crotch and Julia stifled a moan.
"John..." she breathed, her voice hoarse and her eyes pleaded for something more, something to quell the storm brewing in her crotch.
He gazed down at her, his eyes dark and his lips curled into a smirk.
"Tell me, Julia, what do you want?"
"I want...I want you, John," she confessed, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glistening.
"How much do you want me?"
"So much, John, I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you right now."
His words set alight something deep within her core, her pulse racing as he gently cupped both of her full breasts. Her nipples tightened beneath his touch, and she moaned softly in response.
He removed his pants, exposing his hard cock that stood proudly before her. Gently, he lifted her legs and positioned himself at the entrance to her wet slit. She shivered as his tip pressed against her sensitive flesh, her fingers digging into his muscles for support.
"Please, John, I need you inside me," she begged, her eyes wild and her lips swollen.
Slipping a finger between her thighs, he felt the damp heat of her desire seeping through her lacy cloth.
"So wet for me, Julia," he murmured. His husky voice sent a tingle down her crotch. She tried to rub her thighs together, but John’s grip on her ankles remained firm.
"Your pussy is soaked for me, Julia," he whispered hoarsely. Hearing his voice sent a tingle down her crotch. She felt the need to rub her thighs together, to quench the fire igniting, but John’s grip on her ankles remained firm.
"Please..." she pleaded, her voice a breathless whisper.
"I want to hear you beg, Julia. Tell me how badly you want my cock."
She moaned, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright.
"Please, John, I want you so much. I need you inside me. Please, fuck me."
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His approval hummed through her when he said, "Good girl." And Julia knew she would give herself completely to him.