More than Survival: A Post-apocalyptic Love Story by Camryn Lynn Page B

care. I scooted closer until my leg was right up against his. The heat of his body against mine gave me courage. “I know what my body wants. You.”
    My hands moved over my breasts almost on their own, brushing my hard nipples. The throbbing between my legs grew with each touch. I’d never felt anything like it. Sawyer’s eyes got bigger, but he didn’t tell me to stop. So I grew bolder, unbuttoning my pants as I stood, trying to pull them down.
    Sawyer jumped to his feet and grabbed my wrist. “Lucy, stop this,” he said, begging me.
    “No,” I said firmly.
    I tried to move my hands so I could take my pants off, but he grabbed them by the waistband. Holding my pants so it was impossible to remove them. But the throbbing inside me hadn’t stopped and I refused to be denied, so I slid one hand inside. Down through the soft tuft of hair, then lower. To the private area I had guarded for so long. The one I’d seen the woman in that magazine displaying so brazenly. When my fingertip brushed moisture, I let out a gasp of surprise. I wasn’t sure how it normally felt down there, but I had a strong suspicion the wetness had to do with the ache inside me. And with Sawyer.
    “I’m so wet,” I whispered without thinking.
    The heat of shame rose to my cheeks. Then Sawyer’s breath caught in his throat and his eyes filled with lust, and in a flash the embarrassment was gone. Replaced by desire. Anything that would cause this man look at me like that wasn’t something to be embarrassed about.
    I moved my hand lower, sliding my fingers over the wetness of my most private area. The pleasure that shot through my body caused a deep moan to work its way out of me. I’d had no idea it would feel so good to be touched, and I could only imagine what it would feel like to have Sawyer’s experienced hands on me. To have him strip me down and made me his. To teach me what to do.
    “Lucy,” Sawyer said, pleading with me now. Sounding like he was on the brink of losing control. “Please. God, if you don’t stop I’m going to rip your clothes off. Is that what you want?”
    “Yes,” I said, moving my fingers faster through the moisture.
    My fingers rubbed against a little nub I hadn’t noticed at first, and a pleasurable tremor moved through my body. I moaned, but before I could do anything else Sawyer was on me. He pushed me onto the couch, yanking my pants off in one swift move. It happened so fast I barely had time to register what he was doing. He pulled his own shirt off and tossed it aside, then lowered himself next to me. His lips covered my nipple, flicking it with his tongue, and my back arched off the couch as a wail of desire left my lips.
    My hand was still between my legs, but Sawyer pulled it away. He took over, sliding his fingers through my moisture. Expertly moving them up and down, rubbing me until I writhed under him and the heat inside me collected in what felt like a giant ball of fire. His tongue flicked over my nipple, then he rolled it between his teeth. I gasped and cried out, and when he pushed a finger inside me I almost lost the ability to form coherent words.
    “God, you’re so tight,” he said against my breast. The words little more than a growl of desire. “Do you know how long it’s been for me, Lucy? How long I’ve been alone. How long I’ve wanted a woman under me just like this. Her body mine to please. I want to make you moan and beg. I want to make you feel better than you ever have before.”
    He pumped his finger in and out, moving faster and faster until I felt dizzy. The ball of fire in me grew stronger, hotter, and even though it felt so unbelievably good, I wanted more. I needed more. I just didn’t know what.
    “Sawyer!”
    His name was a cry on my lips, me begging him, and even though I hadn’t said the words, he seemed to understand. He continued to pump his finger into me, but at the same time he worked his thumb against the small numb I’d felt earlier. The two