Renata
Later that day, the house became available. As they left, with Keone in tow, Renata exchanged hesitant farewells with Rocio and Diamond. She was still shocked by their older appearanceâit's not like they looked like senior citizens, but the difference was still jarring.
"The house should be filled with all of the amenities you need," Rocio reminded them on the way out, "and if you need anything else, there's a phone book with a bunch of numbers, including ours, and a reliable landline."
"Thanks, sis," Tahoma dwarfed Rocio as he hugged her tightly. Well, Renata suspected he dwarfed most people who didn't beat his towering height. "Don't worry, we'll come knocking soon. We need a tour of the town, and dinner."
Both women's eyes darted toward Renata, hopeful. She returned a small smile. This invigorated them. "Alright," Rocio breathed out, "get out before we lock the doors."
The trio exited soon after and piled into the back of a helpful neighbor's car who was nice enough to give them a ride. It was a married couple named Monique and Hank. The husband, gray and slim, addressed them, "welcome to Saint Joseph. We hear we have a lot to thank you for."
While wedged in between Tahoma and Keone, or really had she been anywhere else, she was not in the mood to be praised. "Please don't, but thank you for driving us."
"Either way," Monique added in, gray and plump, "we're glad to have newcomersâones so young too."
Renata shared a weary look with Tahoma. When she looked over at Keone, he simply looked out the car window. He'd hardly said anything since he'd finally awakened.
She had a weird feeling about him, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.
**********
They walked up to the cozy cottage. Tahoma didn't bother to lower his voice. "Does the fucker have to stay with us? I want you all to myself."
"You heard my sister, there's a small guesthouse out back." And just like that, Keone broke off from them and walked around the house, presumdely toward where she mentioned.
"Still too close," Tahoma grumbled, pulling her closer as they reached the front door.
She shook her head at him. "He saved your life, you know."
"Don't remind me." He paused as he reached into the black mailbox that hung near the door and removed two keys. He handed one over to her and unlocked the door as she pocketed hers. "It sounds like you've forgiven him."
She appreciated that it didn't sound like an accusation. "Well, I don't know if I ever fully can, but after all the shit I've been through," they stepped inside, "I just don't think I have the energy to hate him. Anyway, I think he hates himself enough for the both of us."
He locked the door behind them. "I support your emotional maturity, priya, even though I'd prefer you to give me the green light to blow his head off." He dropped his duffle bag on the ground. So did she.
"I know I should diffuse your anger against him," she admitted as he began prowling toward her, "but it's kinda hot."
That wicked gleam shone on his striking face. "Tell me what else is hot about me."
"You first," she gasped as he took a hold of her nape and yanked her flush against him. The feeling of her soft body pressed against his mouth-watering muscles made them both groan.
Tahoma's hold on her and his position from above forced her to look up. "Well," he began, "I have a great assâ"
Renata laughed, but instead of breaking the tension, this seemed to make him snap. He swooped down for the kiss she had been yearning for. He kissed her like he wanted to eat her whole, and had he still been undying, she might have given merit to that fear. Instead, he tasted her like she was his most favorite food, his most addictive drug. She never felt more sexy and beautiful than when he worshipped her body the way he did. It was unlike anything she'd ever known.
At that delirious moment of horniness, she couldn't imagine giving him up ever.
She caressed him and clutched him fiercely. She moaned into his luscious mouth. "Please, Tahoma," she pleaded against his kiss.
"Fuck!" he snapped and pulled away from her, confusing her.
"Now that I'm human," he explained, "I might be fertile."
Her eyes widened with understanding. "Oh, fuck."
"This place better have something, or I'm burning this whole town to the ground."
She watched, dazed and amused, as Tahoma proceeded to tear up the entire house in search of some kind of contraception. He disappeared in a room in the back, her smile growing all the while.
She laughed out loud once he shouted from somewhere, "a condom!"
Renata barely had time to rip off her top before he was on her in the instant, claiming her lips once more, not even giving her time to tease him for his unabashed desperation.
Since the entrance fed right into the frontroom, they went tumbling over the nearest couch and went crashing over the cushions straight onto the ground. They laughed against each other's lips at how awkward their position was between the couch and the coffee table.
Tahoma guided them so he was seated comfortably with her on top straddling him. They both worked together to undo his pants and slid them out of the way to expose his stiff erection. The pulsing strengthened in her body at the sight, going straight to her clit. He made an annoyed sound as he fumbled to get her shorts and panties off.
He twisted her around so she sat against his lap. She followed his lead, doing whatever possible to get him inside her. He yanked the material down to around her thighs and she took the opportunity to press her ass against him.
He hissed out at the contact, taking handfuls of her into each palm, massaging her as though he was compelled to do so. "I stand corrected, you have an amazing ass." While he was distracted, she shimmied the rest of the way out of her clothes and repositioned her knees to be on either side of his.
She listened to the sound of him ripping open the packet and rolling on the latex, unleashing tortured sounds that scorched her, taking her to titillating heights. He wanted her so badly and it made her want him even more.
They moaned in unison as he entered her slick heat. She applied her own pressure by pushing back, taking in more of his hardness until he was completely buried. His possessive hands skimmed up her sides, tickling her, not stopping until they reached her full, sensitive breasts. They drew into erect peaks, begging for attention. His thumbs grazed over her dark nipples, encouraging her to match the rhythm of his teasing with her own grinding.
"You feel so fucking good, soâ" he gave out a strangled breath as she sat up higher, creating more friction as she sucked him back in, clenching her muscles around him.
His hands became rougher as he kneaded her, unintentionally begging for reprieve.
"Touch yourself," he commanded, practically growling like a wild animal. "I want to feel you cum on me while you ride me."
Renata nodded along. Would have agreed to anything. She tested her core and thigh strength by leaning slightly backward, using one hand to support herself against him and her dominant one to start flicking the tip of her finger against her swollen clit. Tahoma's heavy breaths hit the back of her neck and he took a hold of her hips and starting fucking her from underneath.
"That's cheating," she whined and squeezed her eyes shut. She panted and sweated like there was no tomorrow. "Keep doing that."
She relished in his deep plunging, relished in the sensation of them sliding together, making the most beautiful, erotic music of sensitive skin colliding and shameless moaning.
Him taking charge of that pleasure encouraged her to focus on reaching her own orgasm. She was desperate to beat him, wasn't sure if there was another condom and if they would be doing this again, depending on the birth control situation in this town.
Having learned her body over the last several years, she'd gotten her self-care routineâaka masturbationâdown to a science, and that was when she wasn't getting her brains fucked out.
Being pumped with such dedication and consistency along with appreciation for her clit meant it wouldn't take all that long for her to finally fall over the edge.
Right on time, her muscles around her core and within clenched. She tensed up only to explode. "Tahoma!" she called out, thanking him as the relief washed through her, easing up her twisting tension.
He thankfully slowed down his speed, allowing her to ride her own wave for a few seconds. Renata sighed, catching her breath. But with Tahoma still twitching beneath, a new sense of determination hit her. She pulled up, just so he would slide out.
His choked-out plea made her laugh as she took the time to face him again, offering up her swollen breasts, at the center of each a drawn-in bundle of nerves. To placate himself, he took one into his mouth, flicking his tongue against the tip.
Still recovering from her own climax, she was almost distracted by his expert mouth, began to imagine herself sitting on his face, knew he would happily return to her needs being metâ
No!
Soon.
She bit her lip as she moved her hand between them and took a hold of him. She'd just meant to put him back in the place she wanted most, between her lips and further, but as soon as she saw his face contort with pleasure/pain at the contact, she began rubbing him, paying special attention to his thick head, running her thumb across the slit, making his entire body jerk.
He grabbed her by the nape, which seemed to be his favorite thing to do, and drew her into a brief, toe-curling kiss. As he cradled her there, he put his hand on her ass and urged her forward.
Wanting it just as badly as him, she curved herself so he sat right at the juncture of her softs folds, the outermost layer protected by more coils than she was used to but could have cared less about. And when she sat, it was better than ever. They both shuddered but refused to stop kissing.
Renata ground against him, though found that hitching up about halfway and coming back down to the hilt was what made Tahoma go the most wild. She enjoyed watching the way he unravelled beneath her, as he guided her bouncing, urging her to go faster.
They were both so unbelievably sweaty, gasping for air as they tested each other's stamina. As they learned the first time, as proven this time, they were an electric match.
Their chests rubbed together as they licked each other, tasting each other, and making love in a way that was almost unbearable.
He threw his head back, and she couldn't help but fist his hair and yank him back into their kiss she wasn't ready to break. They clashed, Tahoma clearly trying to hold off and losing the battle. He was so close. She just knew from his desperation in his face and the way he held onto her, as though he hung off the edge of a cliff.
She sucked on his mouth, on his length with her clenching, quivering walls. She craved to see him finish, to see the results of her hard work and proof that she could satisfy this hot piece of ass.
He gritted his teeth, cursing as he finally succumbed to her riding.
He slunk back into the couch, like jelly, very hot and warm.
Despite wanting to linger, she withdrew just enough.
She allowed herself to fall against him briefly, only to realize he was still fully dressed. They'd only managed to put his shirt up enough to expose his carved front and his pants down enough for the most essential part in the equation. "Hey, how is that far?" She breathlessly admonished him. She pressed her palms against his belly. The muscles jumped at her touch. "Me, all vulnerable, you all covered up."
He gave a lazy smile and managed to press a kiss against her pouting mouth. "I think it's kind of hot."
"No, I just think it means sometime soon, the roles should be reversed."
His wicked smile widened. "I could live with that."
She rolled her eyes. "Glad to hear you're so eager." She stood up between his legs. "I need to pee and shower." She laughed when he didn't move an inch in response. "You gonna take a nap?"
"Mhmm."
She started strolling away. "That's too bad, I was hoping for some bathroom action."
He practically fell out of his seated position from moving too fast, making her laugh and pick up the pace.
This was certainly quite the reward for saving the world.
**********
Renata felt cleaner yet dirtierâonly because they did some sinful, delicious things to each other that sort of defeated the purpose of a showerâseveral hours later as she laid side by side with Tahoma in their shared bed. They'd spent hours talking about everything, getting down to the nitty gritty details, taking advanatange of the whole there's-no-apacolypse-anymore situation.
"You know," she sighed, leaning her head against his bare shoulder. "I've never moved in with a lover so soon, or at all actually, now that I think about it."
He grabbed her closest hand and fiddled around with her fingers. "Lover," he repeated. "How about 'boyfriend'? We'll discuss 'husband' at a later date."
Renata clicked her tongue at him. "Surprise, surprise. Look whose cocky side is making an appearance."
He desperately checked his crotch area to make sure his briefs were on right, making her laugh. "Don't scare me like that."
"I'm only half serious. You did stick through the end of the fucking world with me."
"See?" he urged. "Absolute boyfriend material: not afraid of commitment, provides and happily receives mind-blowing sexâ"
She put her palm across his lips. "Okay, okay! Consider me convinced."
He moved her hand out of the way, pressing a peck to it in the process, warming her right up. "I was also going to mention my impeccable emotional support skills..." his dark, alluring eyes shone with concern. "That was a lot earlier today."
She heard his many silent questions. She tried not to but wilted at the subject change. "I guess I should be thankful we didn't come back a century later."
"And look at us," he snuggled closer, "there's at least six or seven centuries between us. I'd say this is going pretty well."
"You're only reminding me more of how much I've missed. It's fine. I'll be fine."
"Don't do that. It doesn't have to be fine. You don't have to be fine, priya."
"I'm just so embarrassed. I feel like I acted like such a drama queen back there."
He resumed putting his arm around her. She felt so protected whenever he seemingly tried to shield her from the world. "You weren't. You've been through more than anyone can imagine. You are more than entitled to being overwhelmed and frustrated and whatever else you feel. You're entitled to feel however the hell you want."
"I just haven't had any time to process anything, not even what I have been through let alone the whole messy situation with them."
"You're absolutely right. And that's why we're here instead of there. You're going to take as much time as you need. That's the bare minimum of what you deserve."
She went quiet for a little bit, astonished by his unconditional support. She also took the time to comprehend his points. And he was right, she was being too hard on herself. She forgave herself for her own failings, giving herself the grace she so badly needed in a vulnerable time such as this oneâwould try to, anyway. "Thank you, Tahoma. You really are a lifesafer."
He winked at her. "Right back at you."
She smiled in return, bewitched and having no intention of fighting against his spell.