Apocalypse: Every Woman I Invest In Makes Me Stronger

Inside the Survival Space, Daisy climbed onto him, one leg swinging over his hips until she straddled his lap completely.

Their mouths met hard. Open. Wet. Tongues sliding against each other, spit passing between them every time they pulled apart just enough to breathe. Ethan’s hands were already under her shirt, palms full of the soft weight of her breasts, thumbs dragging slow circles over the tight peaks of her nipples. Daisy made a small, broken sound into his mouth and pressed closer. The thin fabric of her skirt was the only thing left between them.

He pulled the shirt higher. The fabric cleared her breasts. Soft. Full. Nipples already dark and tight. Ethan broke the kiss long enough to look, then took one into his mouth.

”Ahh...”

Daisy’s head tipped back. His tongue circled the peak, then sucked harder, drawing more of the soft flesh in. His other hand squeezed the opposite breast, fingers sinking deep into the warm weight. He switched sides. The first nipple stayed wet and shiny in the low light. Daisy’s fingers tangled in his hair and held him there while soft, needy sounds kept leaving her throat.

”Ethan... ahh...”

He sucked harder. Tongue flicked. Teeth grazed just enough to make her gasp. His free hand pushed her skirt up until it bunched around her waist. Fingers found the heat between her thighs and stroked over the thin, already-soaked fabric of her panties. He rubbed slow circles over her clit through the wet cloth while his mouth stayed busy on her breast. Daisy’s thighs shook. A soft, broken moan slipped out of her every time his tongue pressed harder or his fingers found the exact spot that made her hips twitch.

She kept kissing him between the sounds, open-mouthed and messy, spit still passing between them. Ethan’s mouth moved from one breast to the other and back again, leaving both nipples wet and dark and sensitive. He sucked one deep, then the other, while his fingers kept rubbing slow, firm circles over her clit through the soaked panties. Daisy’s breathing turned uneven. Her fingers tightened in his hair.

She slid down his body. Knees hit the floor between his legs. Her hands went straight to his zipper. Pants and boxers yanked down together. His cock sprang free~thick, hard, the head already wet with precome.

She stared for a second, breathing hard. Her fingers wrapped around the base, not quite closing all the way, and gave it one slow stroke. Ethan’s hips twitched. She stroked him again, slower, watching the way the head glistened. Then she leaned in and took it into her mouth.

Her lips stretched. She managed only the first few inches before her jaw ached. She pulled back with a soft wet sound, spit trailing from her lips to the tip, then tried again. Deeper this time. Tongue pressed against the underside as she sucked. A soft moan left her around him without her meaning to.

”Ahh... fuck...”

Ethan groaned. One hand settled lightly in her hair. He didn’t push.

Daisy sucked harder. Spit ran down the shaft and over her fingers as she stroked what she couldn’t fit. She took him deeper on the next pass. The head pushed toward her throat. She gagged softly, eyes watering, but stayed. Held there a second, throat tight around him, then eased back. Another string of spit connected her lips to his cock.

She kept going.

Wet. Messy. A little more of him each time. She spit on the shaft again, rubbed it in with both hands until the whole length shone, then swallowed him back down as deep as she could. Cheeks hollowed. Soft wet sounds filled the quiet space every time her head bobbed. Ethan’s breathing grew heavier. His hips twitched, but he still held back.

”Ahh... Daisy... just like that...”

She moaned around him. The vibration traveled up his cock. Her free hand pushed her panties aside and found her own clit. She rubbed slow circles while she sucked him. Soft sounds vibrated around the thick length every time her fingers found the right pressure. She was dripping onto her own hand. Every time she took him deeper, another soft, wet sound left her throat. Spit ran down her chin and onto her fingers. She kept stroking the base with one hand while her mouth worked the rest, getting used to the stretch, the taste, the way he twitched when she sucked harder.

Ethan watched her the whole time. His hand stayed light in her hair, not forcing, just holding. Daisy’s eyes flicked up to his face while she sucked. She took him deeper again, gagged softly, stayed, then eased back with another long string of spit. She spit on him once more, rubbed it all over the thick shaft until it was shiny, and swallowed him down again. Her cheeks hollowed. Her free hand kept rubbing between her legs, fingers slick, circling her clit in time with the bob of her head.

”You’re touching yourself while you suck me,” Ethan said, voice rough. ”Keep going.”

She did. Deeper. Spit ran down her chin. Fingers worked faster between her legs. Wet sounds from her mouth and her hand filled the space between them. Ethan’s hand tightened slightly in her hair. His cock twitched hard against her tongue.

”Daisy... ahh... you’re gonna make me...”

She pulled off just before. Left him throbbing and shiny. A long string of spit stretched between her lips and the head of his cock before it broke. Daisy looked up, breathing hard, mouth wet, eyes dark. Lips swollen. A drop of spit still clung to her chin. She stayed on her knees for another second, still stroking him slowly with one hand, watching the way the head stayed wet from her mouth.

Then she stood.

One hand stayed wrapped around his cock. The other hooked into the waistband of her skirt and panties and pushed them down together. Fabric slid to the floor. She stepped out without looking, still holding him. The soft heat of her bare thighs was close enough that he could feel it.

She was completely bare now. Breasts rose and fell with every breath. Nipples still wet from his mouth. Between her legs she was glistening, the soft folds shiny with how wet she already was.

Daisy climbed back onto him, knees on either side of his thighs, still gripping his cock. She leaned down and kissed him again~open, hungry~while the thick length of him rested against the soft, wet heat of her pussy. She didn’t take him inside. She stayed there, kissing him, stroking him slowly. Every small shift smeared her wetness along the shaft. She could feel how hard he was, how ready. Her own breathing was uneven. The slow grinding left her aching and empty, but she wasn’t ready to take him yet.

She kept kissing him. Kept her hand moving. Kept the thick heat of him trapped between her folds without giving either of them more. Soft, wet sounds came from between them every time she shifted. Daisy’s free hand braced on his chest. Her breasts hung close enough that her still-wet nipples brushed his skin when she leaned in to kiss him again.

She stayed on top of him~virgin, shaking, already soaked~still holding his cock like she wasn’t ready to let go. Every small rock of her hips smeared more of her wetness along the thick length. She kissed him deeper, spit still passing between them, while her hand kept stroking him slowly between their bodies. The first-time nerves mixed with the heat that had already soaked through her. She didn’t rush. She just stayed there, breathing hard, kissing him, holding him, the soft heat of her bare pussy sliding against his cock without taking him inside.