15. Rosie
Chapter fifteen
Rosie
E ven in his sleep Wilder had concern written all over his face. Soft lines crinkled next to his eyes, his fists clutching the white blanket I’d tucked over him a couple hours ago when I forced him to lay down. He did it begrudgingly, complaining about security as he settled in next to me with a huff.
“I could take the rifle and march back and forth along the rooftop on patrol,” I told him as his eyelids grew heavy.
“Rosie, baby, don’t tell me stuff like that or else I’ll never sleep again.”
I giggled, stroking a dark lock of hair from his forehead as his belly breaths grew deeper. As handsome as he looked, it was boring to watch someone sleep for hours. I puttered around the apartment, resisting the urge to snack on the boxes of food. There was so much, but we had to make it last. If we could take most of it with us then we stood a decent chance of having enough food to last us through a winter. Wilder kept talking about cabins in the woods like they were a foregone conclusion. I understood now why the base wasn’t an option, and I needed to have confidence in his plans. Every chance he got he poured over maps and the almanac, jotting down notes until he had to massage the muscles of his sore hand. I wanted to trust him, to trust that such a thing existed, but the idea of leaving the roof over our heads terrified me. Since the moment I’d come to after fainting, I’d been hell bent on getting out of here, but now that I had a glimpse of what people out there were like, the idea of running into more of them turned my stomach. Most days I felt like we’d be damned if we stayed and damned if we didn’t.
“You should have woke me.”
Wilder startled me without trying to. My nerves felt frayed like an overworked rope.
I stepped towards him, settling my ear against his chest as his arms enveloped me.
“You really needed the sleep.”
“I’m still tired.”
Having Wilder admit that he had basic needs was refreshing. He could act as tough as he wanted but exhaustion would win out if he didn’t take care of himself. If he didn’t let me help take care of him. Whether we intended for it to turn out that way or not, we’d become a team. Not once had we entertained the idea of separating. We leaned against each other, the ever-cooling late October wind whistling beneath the window pane. The empty apartment building was creepy enough without the added sound effects.
“Let’s go back to bed then,” I said.
“I just woke up,” he chuckled, the vibration pleasant against my cheek.
I tipped my head to meet his eyes. “I didn’t say anything about sleep.”
Wilder’s Adam's apple bobbed. Speaking of needs, I’d found a box of condoms in a suitcase that day in the basement, but then everything had gone to shit. They were tucked safely into my bedside table. His cock stiffened between us, pressing against my stomach. Was there a better activity for a windy, rainy day?
He bent low enough to capture my mouth in a hot kiss that drew a moan from somewhere deep inside me. Guiding us backwards, we stumbled over odds and ends blocking our path to the bedroom. We paid them no mind, already tugging at clothing, temperatures rising.
“I need you,” I whimpered, slipping down my leggings while he tugged his long-sleeved tee over his head. I offered a devilish grin as I sank to my knees.
“Remember what you told me? That you’d take me up on this later in the comfort of our tiny home?”
He nodded as I pulled his thick cock free. With one hand on his balls, I licked the ridge running beneath his shaft until I reached the tip. My tongue swirled around his salty pre-cum knowing I was growing wet too. He throbbed between my lips as I took him into my mouth, only managing a few inches before he hit the back of my throat. I swallowed around his cock, savouring every guttural sound he made.
“Rosie…I still haven’t found condoms.”
The poor man sounded like it was the greatest regret of his life.
Pulling back, I switched to teasing him with my fingertips so I could talk.
“I might have found some.”
“Might have? What does that mean?”
He seemed one step from interrogating me for the whereabouts of the condoms.
“It means there’s an unopened box of condoms in my bedside drawer. Found them in a suitcase. Seems like someone had a disappointing vacation.”
“Thank, fuck,” he cheered, turning and nearly tripping over the pants bunched around his ankles. I laughed as he kicked them off and wrenched open the drawer.
“Get your ass on that bed, Rosie.”
I made a show of rising slowly. “Are you in a hurry?”
Wilder was on me in a flash, the soft bed beneath my back and a hard man above me.
He dragged a finger from my knee to the crease at my hip, pausing there. “You have no idea how badly I need you. How much I ache to be connected to you in every way. How much I fucking hate it when you’re out of my sight.”
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes at the genuine intent in his steady voice.
“I need you too. I-I want to stay together and whatever happens…we’ll figure it out.”
He kissed me, his heavy erection pressed against my bare pussy as I sunk deeper into the mattress. The delicious weight of his body disappeared as he carefully opened the wrapper and rolled on a condom, his eyes glowed with heat as I dragged my pointer finger through my wetness.
“That for me?”
I nodded, adjusting the pillow behind me and Wilder took his place between my thighs. The moment he lined himself up with my pussy, I knew this would be different. He’d said how desperately he needed my body, but he kept his urgency wrapped in tender restraint. He searched my face, so gentle as he slipped in inch by inch.
“Fuck,” he whispered. Deep pleasure gathered behind my pubic bone as he bottomed out and rested his forehead against mine.
“Move, Wilder,” I whispered, rolling my hips to spur him on. He pulled back, groaning even louder as he thrust back inside me with more strength.
“Oh, god!” I cried out at the unbelievable bliss building within me. I shivered as he kissed my throat and collarbones, gripping my hip to keep me steady as he picked up the pace. Sweat rolled down the muscles of his torso, nothing but our breathy moans and the creaking of the bedframe filling the room. Wilder’s arms shook, his kisses growing sloppy as the pace of this thrusting grew frenzies.
“I’m going to come,” I chanted over and over as the sensation swelled.
Somehow he found my clit, pressing his thumb there in a way that threw me well over the edge. Crying out into his shoulder, Wilder found his release too. His abs trembled, hips pumping as he grunted out my name.