Vile Wasteland (A Post Apocalyptic Novel) by J.E. Keep, M. Keep

she had a hope that things would work out okay for the
bunker.

Chapter 10
    The next day began when the mighty man beside and around her tried
to quietly disentangle himself from her without waking her. It didn’t
work however, and so she saw his broad face, graced with another
slight smile as light poured in through the window upon them.
"Breakfast’ll be brought up soon," he said in his
gravelly voice, leaning over and kissing her lips again, none of last
night’s tenderness having worn off on the man as he squeezed
her in his thick arm.
    Again her bitchiness was kept at bay, all the more so with the
promise of food. Still, her forearm draped across her eyes as she
moaned, her lips kissing him back of their own accord. "Fuck,"
she murmured, feeling that strange dried slickness between her thighs
and shifting her legs. "Goin’ to need another bath."
    The morning sun lit up the man, his tanned face and chest. It
illuminated the scars as well as his most handsome features in a soft
glow, but it all came together to only make him look more rugged and
appealing. Stroking a hand over her side and hip, another came up to
do the same to her cheek and hair. "After breakfast I gotta go
meet the town leader, like I told you last night. If you can’t
wait," he shrugged lightly, "you can go then. But I’ll
probably take some time to do it myself today too."
    As the large man pet and held her so tenderly, she could feel the
heat and thickness of his cock beneath the blankets pressing against
her leg as it draped over one of his thighs. The morning had gifted
his impressive girth with a steely rigidity.
    "Had to give up my jacket last time," she sighed
groggily, rolling onto her back, though she shifted back against him
almost immediately. "Fuck. I really liked that jacket too,"
she groaned remorsefully, her eyes staring at the ceiling as she
noticed that telltale throb against her thigh.
    Even with her messy hair and her pillow creased face, she was a
beauty. It was almost endearing to see her in such a fresh state, to
see the little unaccounted for flaws.
    The large man watched her with a certain placidity, though behind
his amber eyes burned desire that she could easily read, and
something more. Stroking and touching her tenderly with his hands he
leaned in and kissed her forehead, "I’ll take care of
that," he said huskily. "Wouldn’t be right to have a
lady walking around without a bath or jacket."
    She laughed, the sound genuine if a bit husked with sleep, "I
don’t think I’ve been called a lady before." As soon
as the words were out of her mouth she grew hot against his body,
biting her lip roughly.
    Leaning forward he gave her the sweetest, most loving kiss she
could’ve imagined. The large man pressing their mouths together
and luxuriating in the feel of their lips united. It wasn’t
anything particularly passionate or artful, it was just tender and
caring.
    Despite his hardness and desire, the timidity born from her
‘confession’ of virginity seemed in him still, and he
made no moves to press anything on her sexually, no matter how hard
his body ached for her as she could plainly feel. Instead he
continued stroking her side, along her large breast and down to her
hip. "I think you’d make a perfect lady for the right type
of man," he said, his usually gravelly voice all the more so
from having just awoken.
    Her hand ran across his shoulder and she tugged him close,
pressing her body against him. "How long we have?" she
murmured into the bed of chest hair, snuggling into him so warmly. As
her hand moved down over his side, running to his back, her nails
tickling him.
    "Any moment now," he husked, his own hands returning her
touch, feeling out over her perfect flesh, the fair skin that
contrasted to his own deep tan and hard hands. From her thighs up
over her hips and ass, across her tits, again and again he felt her,
kissed her lips, cheek and neck, "She’ll knock then leave
the food outside the door as