“I want you,” I breathed against her skin. “I need you…please, Raine…”
Everything was blurred, and I wasn’t even sure how she managed to strip off her shorts so quickly and without letting go of me. My hands grasped at her back, holding her against my chest as much as I could. I felt her hand releasing the buttons on my shorts, which she pushed down just far enough to be out of the way. A moment later she was pushing against my shoulders until I lay on my back in the sand. She straddled me, gripped my cock by the base, and guided me into her.
We hadn’t been like this before – with her on top of me. I preferred her under me with me in control. I don’t know why – I just did. We hadn’t even tried it any other way. This was…different…and as soon as my shoulders hit the ground, I felt a shift in my head, and I went with it. My eyes closed as her body enveloped me, and I let my mind go blank so I could just feel. I felt her flesh, her warm breath, and the deeper, internal connection that had nothing to do with the placement of our bodies. I felt my desire for her, and I felt her love for me as she leaned forward and ran her hands over my shoulders and neck before fingering my jaw line. I felt everything as I let her take me – mind, body and soul. I didn’t know if she wanted it or needed it like I did, but I gave it to her anyway.
I lay my head back and placed my hands on her hips and let her set the pace as she raised herself up just enough for me to slip out of her about halfway. Then she brought our bodies back together, burying me in her warmth. I didn’t know how long she moved on top of me, owning me on a deeper level every time she brought me inside of her, but by the time I released into her, I was completely spent in more ways than I could possibly name.
*
Pointing my toes out as far as I could, I grimaced through the tight pain in my lower thigh. I brought my knee up to my chest and felt more of the sting from the healing cut. It was better; I could clearly see that today. Raine insisted it was because I finally listened to her and stayed off it most of yesterday and today, but I didn’t buy that shit.
I didn’t tell her I didn’t buy it; I let her believe what she wanted.
After completing all the physical therapy exercises I could remember from the multiple times I had been cut, bruised, battered, or broken, I sat in the sand and watched the waves for a little while as the sun started sinking lower and lower. I had taken it easy again today because tomorrow I was going to get moving on the new shelter whether Raine liked it or not.
As if she could hear what I was thinking, Raine walked up behind me with a new batch of infection curing paste, wearing a smile and nothing else. Nakedness seemed to have become her preference, which fucking thrilled me. When I was in a little better shape and able to move around more, I was definitely going to take advantage of that shit. Probably a dozen times a day. My cock responded regardless of the physical shape I was in and usually liked to make his presence known as soon as her tits got into view. I tried not to look any lower because busting out of my shorts would suck. They were all I had.
Part of me wished I had thought to strip the bodies of the motherfuckers of their clothing before burning them up since we certainly could have used it, but even when I thought about it afterwards, I probably would have ripped the shit up by now, anyway. I didn’t want anything that would remind me of them. The dreams were bad enough.
“I can’t believe you happened to see the right kind of flowers,” Raine said after I flopped down on my stomach and let her go to work on my leg. “How did you ever remember such a thing?”
I chuckled slightly and felt one side of my mouth curl up. I glanced off into the distance, looking at nothing and then glanced at her over my shoulder.
“I may have had an ulterior motive,” I admitted with a slight, one-shouldered shrug.
“Ulterior motive?” Raine repeated, questioning. She scowled at me.
“Yeah, well…” I stammered a little. “The more common name for Lobelia is Indian Tobacco. I remembered seeing them because I figured I could try drying the leaves and rolling them into smokes.”
Raine’s mouth dropped open, and I cringed a little, waiting for whatever onslaught might be coming. I knew she didn’t like it, which is why I hadn’t gotten around to trying it out yet. Well, that and the whole nearly dying thing. Even before my leg was hurt, I hadn’t gotten around to it because it wasn’t the right time. Air, shelter, water, food – after that you can fuck around with shit you want. I had just gotten to the food part.
Surprisingly, instead of yelling, Raine started laughing. I looked up at her with narrowed eyes, wondering if she had somehow caught my fever because she sounded like a total loon.