Shoshanna Evers - The Pulse

Swallowing around his length, she took more of him in, loving the power it gave her to control his sensations. His hands tangled in her hair and drew her in even closer.

“Emily,” he breathed, and she licked the underside of his shaft, tasting his musky, salty taste. “You can stay,” he said. “Stay with me.”

He came then, exploding into her mouth. She swallowed hard, sucking him, licking the little slit at the tip to make sure she got every last pearly drop.

She looked up at him, smiling. He looked down at her, and at the same time they each said to the other, “Thank you.”

She giggled, standing up. “So I can stay? Really?”

He nodded, hugging her close. “Yes. I shouldn’t be so selfish, but I want you here with me. God forgive me.”

“I’m glad,” she whispered. “I want to be here with you too. I don’t care about the security the town gave. I’m happier here… with you.”

“I haven’t got any food for dinner,” he said softly.

Emily smiled and pulled her sandwich out of her pack, two large bites missing from the guy who took the toll. “We can split this,” she said.

Sitting by the fire, slowly chewing the half of the sandwich, Mason looked at her. He was so handsome, even covered in stubble and dirt. “My goal is to find someplace in the woods with lots of hunting and wood for fire, and make a permanent shelter. Someplace where we can plant and grow food. Does that sound like something you’d be interested in?” He asked casually, but Emily could tell her answer was important to him.

“Absolutely,” she said, no hesitation in her voice. “If we could find a pond or little lake too, that would be good. We’ll need water.”

Mason’s eyes lit up. “Good point. There’re tons of lakes in upstate New York. I’m sure we can find something.”

She nodded.

“But Emily,” he said, his eyes solemn, “if I can’t take care of you properly then I—”

“Don’t even say it,” she interrupted him. “You don’t have my permission to make decisions on my behalf. We’ll take care of each other, as equals. I need to know we’re in this together.” She said the last part quietly, but Mason still heard her, she could see.

He nodded. “Okay.”

“Unless,” she said, looking up uncomfortably, “you change your mind and don’t want me around. If you don’t want me to stay with you then I can’t force you to. But you have to be honest with me—don’t just keep saying it’s for my own good, because I’m not buying that.”

Mason laughed, a deep belly laugh, and tackled her to the grassy forest floor. “Got it.”

She stripped her shirt off, desperate to feel his skin against hers. He pulled his T-shirt off over his head, throwing it to the side, pulling his pants down again, setting his pistol next to them. Emily set her gun to the side as well so she could unzip her jeans, tugging them down.

He thrust his cock inside her so quickly she gasped.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Did I hurt you?”

She grabbed his ass, holding him in place deep within her, bucking her hips up to meet his thrusts. “Keep going,” she said. “Fuck me hard.”

He pounded into her as she held on tightly, her fingernails digging into the muscles on his back, needing more of him, needing all of him.

Every muscle in her body tensed and spasmed as the orgasm overtook her senses, making her body writhe beneath his. He continued stroking deep inside her, drawing her climax out, lengthening it, pulling aftershocks from her quivering body as she cried out for more.

Mason pumped one last time, hard, spilling his seed deep within her, her pussy clamping down on his cock. He grunted and fell on top of her, breathing hard into her disheveled hair.

“Don’t leave me again,” she whispered. But she knew he wasn’t making any promises this time.

The following morning,Mason and Emily walked, together, up the highway. Mason knew he should be upset with Emily for leaving the safety of the town, but damn it was good to have her with him again.

He’d always been a loner, but she’d changed him. Permanently. Now he needed to create a life for them where he wouldn’t be worried she’d be better off with anyone else.

Then he saw the mailbox.

A small wooden mailbox, shaped like a whimsical bear with a red flag on its hat, was on the side of the road. Turning to the mailbox, he cut across the empty highway, drawn to it by its very out-of-place-ness.

Emily followed him. “What’s that?” she asked, sounding as curious as he felt.

“A mailbox,” he said. “Which means there must be—”

“A house,” she finished. She looked at him and he could tell they were on the same page.

“Come on,” he said, taking her hand. It seemed so tiny in his, but it felt so right. He had been crazy to think he could leave her behind.

There was a gravel driveway, at one point, anyway, underneath the grass and leaves and dirt. Now, after more than a year of neglect, the driveway was practically hidden from sight. Mason could still feel the gravel through the worn soles of his shoes and followed the long, winding path.

Emily was able to keep up easily, since he had learned to slow his strides for her sake. It was more fun to walk next to her than in front of her anyway.

The path continued over a mile deep into the woods.

“Mason.” She tugged at his arm, and he looked over at where she stopped and stared. The sun glinted off of the rippling waters of… a lake.

“Holy shit,” he breathed. “A lake.”

She grinned. “Woods. A lake.” They heard a small scuffle in a tree overhead. “That’s gotta be a squirrel, or a chipmunk, right?” she asked, smiling up into the tree.

“That’s gonna be dinner,” he said, peering through the optic sight on his rifle into the top of the tree. The squirrel was nowhere to be seen, maybe because the prospect of food suddenly paled in comparison to what he could see through the sight of his rifle.

He lowered his aim, using the sight like a telescope, and looked through the clearing in the woods behind the lake.

“Emily,” he whispered.

She stiffened beside him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he laughed. He dropped his gun and picked her up, swirling her around in excitement. “And everything’s right.”

“What are you talking about?”

A cabin. A small hunting cabin on the lake.

“Come on,” he said, and they trekked around the lake. It was a small lake, maybe a mile around, more of a large pond, but there were geese on the water. The thought of eating goose made his mouth water. Maybe he could breed geese…

They approached the cabin cautiously even though it looked abandoned. An overgrown, weed-filled vegetable garden crept around from the back of the structure, as if the plants, left to their own devices for so long, had taken over.

“Hello?” Mason called, hoping upon hope no one would answer back.

No one did.

“Tomatoes,” Emily whispered reverently at the sight. “Seeds, Mason.”

“I know.” He held his breath, wondering for a moment if he was imagining things. She grinned at him and he knew. It’s for real. This is our home now.

The front door lay open, and the inside was trashed, by black bears or maybe raccoons. Emily’s eyes brightened at the sight. “We can clean this place up,” she said. “Look, there’s a wood-burning stove for heat!”

He grinned at her. There was even an axe, rusted and dull no doubt, in the corner on the floor. “Yes we can,” he said.

“It’s perfect,” she replied, looking around. “It’s everything we wanted.”

“I never thought this would actually happen,” he admitted. “I didn’t know if we’d ever find this.”