Airborne

18. Falling

Chloe

Sleep was bliss. No haunting nightmares, just a passionate dream followed by a romantic date if we were in a world without the apocalypse.

Coming round from the haze was a shame at first, until the sensation of Brody's chiselled body being pressed against my back registers. His heat and presence soothe me, and if it weren't for needing to move, then I'd gladly fall back to sleep.

Something hard shifting between my thighs startles me, but the memory of what occurred last night rekindles the fire. Glancing over my shoulder, Brody's fast asleep with a content expression, and that's when I feel the flutter in my chest. In a matter of us sharing that intimate moment, having those sweet dreams and waking up, I've fallen. It's not love, but it's something, and I know he's going to be over the moon when I tell him.

What if this makes things harder? I'm sure the urge to protect him will be stronger.

Shit.

Carefully squeezing my thighs to dull the ache, he moans in his sleep, the hardness between my legs grows more if possible, and it's incredibly hard. His hips shift, and that's all I get for the mean time. Trying to roll from his arms don't work because I'm flushed against him, his erection caressing my folds.

"Mm, darling . . . stop moving or there's going to be a big problem on your hands," he groans huskily against my ear, adding a thrust at the end to emphasise his point.

How can I not want to feel it again when he has a morning voice like that, laced with sex?

"Sorry, I was just trying to get comfortable," I reply, shifting my hips to make my point.

"I think I can help with that," he starts, beginning to get up. "Get on your hands and knees for me, sweetheart."

Brody helps me roll over, there's rustling before the heat of his body returns.

"I'm going to start off slow," he announces while sliding in, and my God, I can feel more than last time.

We moan, and he pushes in as much as he can before pulling out and thrusting back in. Already that tingly sensation kicks in, and I'm bouncing to his thrust. He grunts in response, arching my back.

"That feels good, keep doing that beautiful."

So, I do. He thrusts harder, and I'm cumming instantly, sensitive from the inside out. He kisses my neck, nipping it in the process as he brings me back so I'm riding his lap with my back to him, using his chest as support. He's fast and digging deep, fingers working my hardened nipples, sucking my neck hard to pull a delightful sigh from me.

Moaning, I rock into him, chasing another closing orgasm.

"You're squeezing me, Chloe. Cum for me."

His fingers drop to my bundle of nerves and works it.

"Brody, yes!" I scream, riding the continuous high that isn't dying down.

"You're not done yet," he rasps, and lifts me off him at an angle before relentlessly pounding into me, bringing my hips back to meet him.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," he growls, jerking repeatedly into me. "Shit, you feel so good, I don't want to stop."

With a few more thrusts, I'm finishing with never ending trembles of pleasure, and we stay like it for what feels like forever before he pulls out, bring me to his chest after disposing of the protection.

"I've fallen for you Brody . . . It's not love yet, but I have."

After a celebratory round, we clothed and made tracks to sector eight, which is no better than all the places we've seen previously. Brody hasn't left my side, and I'm assuming it's because he wants to make sure I'm safe as much as I do him.