Chapter 43 Vincent
Vincent
Not that I’m complaining, but this is the third time we’ve fucked since I killed that ugly ass pig yesterday.
Ari can’t seem to get enough of me. Last night, it was backshots at the edge of the shelter. This morning, after breakfast, it was oral and reverse cowgirl on the blanket next to the fire. And now, it’s after lunch and she’s riding me, her naked skin glowing in the sunlight.
Her braids fall over her face as she moves on top of me. She’s so damn cute with this big ass belly. I stare at it for a while before I bring my eyes to her titties, which are full and heavy. She looks so fuckin’ juicy.
And then there’s her pussy.
I already know how good pregnant sex can be from when Shemari was carrying JR, but with Ari, it’s even better. Maybe cuz it’s just us two alone in the world, no distractions, no other shit that ain’t got shit to do with anything.
“Fuck,” I groan as I stare into her eyes. “You feel so good.”
It’s wetter. Tighter. More responsive. This morning, I was only in it for like three minutes before she came.
I reach up and grab her breasts, but I’m gentle with it. Same with her nipples. I roll them between my fingertips until her eyes roll back, and I know it’s just a matter of time.
There it is.
She screams, and it’s the prettiest sound, the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. Watching her fall apart on my dick gives me so much fuckin’ pleasure.
It’s fuckin’ weird, but I could lowkey live like this. Maybe not forever, but for the time being. It ain’t so bad being the only two people in the world. Not bad at all.
She’s riding me again, doing her part to get me off. It ain’t gon’ take much after what I just saw. I grab her hips and guide her, moving her slow and steady. Just when I let my eyes close, she goes still.
“Nah, don’t stop,” I urge. “I’m close.”
“Did you hear that?”
“Nah. Don’t stop, baby. Ride this shit.”
“Wait. Listen.”
Irritated, I open my eyes, and sure enough, there’s an unfamiliar sound. It’s getting louder, too, rolling over the ocean like thunder.
I lift my head at the same time she turns hers and there it is.
A plane.
“Fuck!” I breathe.
She scrambles off me, grabbing for her clothes. We’re both fumbling, panicking, half naked and in full disbelief.
I yank on my pants while she pulls on her top, then we sprint down the sand, waving our arms like maniacs.
The plane circles lower and closer than the last one ever got. My heart is pumping so hard I have to gasp to get any oxygen to my brain. Ari’s braids bounce around her shoulders as she jumps up and down, her belly moving with her.
Then, a crackle from above. A voice echoing through the sea air.
“This is Search and Rescue. If you are the missing passengers from Flight 297, please hold up one arm.”
Shit, are we? For the life of me, I can’t remember that damn flight number.
But Ari lifts her arm right up, so I do the same.
The voice comes again, but it’s warmer this time. “It’s good to see you. Please step back toward the tree line.”
Barefoot and anxious, we rush back, clinging to each other like we’re scared we’re about to wake up from a dream.
The plane circles again, lower this time, then I see two small objects drop and hit the beach with a thud and a cloud of orange dust explode onto the sand around them.
“The rescue helicopter will be here in no more than one hour. Repeat—one hour.”
The plane banks, glinting in the sunlight, then disappears over the horizon.
We look at each other, but neither of us speaks. Ari’s hand goes to her mouth. Mine goes to the back of my neck.
We stare at each other for a while until she says, “Did that really just happen?”
“Yeah,” I say, my throat tight. “It really happened.”
For a moment, neither of us moves. Then she starts to cry, the deep, soul-shaking kind that rips out of your throat. I pull her into my arms, burying my face in her braids.
I just hold her for a while, still shocked my damn self, but a different mode just switched on. I make a mental list of shit we need to do, then I kiss her forehead and tell her we need to get started.