Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse With My Military System

Chapter 109 First time? (R18)

Chapter 109 First time? (R18)

As Sara's lips met Richard's in a swift, unexpected kiss, a surge of warmth rushed through him. His heart raced, and a mix of surprise and delight filled his eyes. At that moment, every thought in his mind paused, giving way to the intensity of the kiss.

Gently, he placed his hands on Sara's shoulders, easing her back just a fraction to catch his breath and take in the moment. His eyes searched hers, wide with astonishment and a glimmer of something more.

"Sara?" he whispered, his voice filled with wonder and a hint of curiosity.

Sara's eyes, shimmering with vulnerability, met him as she took a small step back. She bit her lower lip, seemingly uncertain about her bold move.

"I…I'm sorry, I just…" she started, her voice soft and filled with a mix of emotions.

Richard, still feeling the warmth of her kiss, shook his head slightly – not in denial, but in amazement. He lifted his hand to gently brush a strand of hair away from her face, his touch tender.

"No, don't apologize. I was just… surprised, that's all," he assured her, his voice gentle and sincere.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while," Sara admitted, her gaze steady, as if she was laying all her cards on the table. "And when you looked at me like that, I just…"

Richard felt a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, understanding dawning on him.

"Like what?" he asked, intrigued and wanting to know more about what had spurred her to take such a bold step.

Sara blushed, her eyes sparkling with a mix of emotions.

"You looked at me with such warmth, such affection. I felt… drawn to you," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Richard's heart swelled at her words, and he realized that the surprise he had felt was not from the kiss itself, but from the realization of his own feelings, which he had kept hidden even from himself. He cupped her face with his hands, looking deep into her eyes.

"Sara, I..." he paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I'm glad you did that. I didn't realize how much I wanted you to until you did."

Sara's eyes lit up with relief and happiness, and in that moment, Richard knew that they had crossed a threshold in their relationship. There was no going back, and he found that he didn't want to.

"Come here," he whispered, pulling her back into his arms and capturing her lips in a sweet, tender kiss.

They made their way deeper into his room, their lips sealed as if they were making up for lost time. He pinned her to the wall, gently but with a sense of urgency that surprised them both. His hands found her waist, while Sara wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

Then his hands found their way to the buttons of her white blouse - one by one, they slipped through the buttonholes and came undone, revealing the creamy smoothness of her skin. Sara's heart thudded in her chest, her mind now racing with thoughts of what this meant, and with hope that this would not be their only chance.

She felt herself being pulled onto his bed, falling in a whirl of lips and clothing. Richard's hands were warm on her bare skin, his touch deliciously soft. Sara melted into his embrace, letting her body fall back on the bed.

Their lips locked in a kiss as his hands found their way to the button of her jeans, and with a gentle tug, they fell to the floor, a heap on the ground. Unhurriedly, he drew his lips down her neck, lingering on the curve of her neck. Sara's heart fluttered in her chest as she felt his lips, the feeling of his hot breath leaving a trail of fire down her skin.

His hands slid up her thighs, exploring her skin, feeling her warmth and softness. She closed her eyes, giving in to the sensations. Then, he lifted her left leg, placing it over his hip as he positioned himself on top of her. He shifted, his lips still locked on hers, his fingers on both of her legs now as his hand slithered up her thigh, resting between her legs.

"Is it okay?" Richard halted his movements, leaving Sara in surprise.

Is Richard asking for her consent?

"Yes," she answered breathlessly, her voice breaking as she felt his hand slide up her leg, closer to her core.

Sara's hands were on his back, her nails lightly digging into his skin as she felt his fingers slide up her thigh, under her panties. Her breath hitched as his fingers began to draw circles around her sensitive spot. A moan escaped her lips, and her back arched as he continued to slide his fingers over her.

Moments later, Richard removed his pants, revealing his hardened shaft. This is it, his first time, to the beautiful lady who is surrendering to him.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, almost to himself, as his eyes roamed her body.

Sara felt herself blush, speechless.

"You're not so bad yourself," she managed to answer, smiling. "Are you sure this is your first time?"

In response, Richard climbed back on top of her, his hard shaft pressed against her through their underwear. She could feel herself getting wetter, and the thought of him inside her only added to the heat that was slowly spreading through her.

"I don't want to hurt you. Let me know if it hurts," Richard said as he began removing her panties and started inserting his raging hard on into her.

Sara closed her eyes, feeling Richard enter her. It did hurt for a moment, his shaft entering her, but then her walls stretched to accommodate more of him. She bit her lower lip as he pushed all the way in, then started moving slowly.

Richard pulled out slowly, his member still hard and throbbing, then thrust back in. Sara moaned at the feeling. His thrusts were slow, at first. Then, as he picked up the pace, his rhythm grew in speed and intensity. Sara dug her nails into his back as she felt him go faster. A cry escaped her lips as he continued thrusting. Faster and faster. Deep and strong. Her cries were becoming louder with each thrust.

"I'm about to come," Sara whispered, her breath ragged and her voice barely audible.

"Me too," Richard replied.

Then, he started thrusting faster and faster, his back muscles flexing with each thrust. Sara arched her back, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, drawing him in deeper just as he released a cry of pleasure deep into her. She felt the warm and sticky streams of his release inside her as her own orgasm took over. Then she moaned his name, out of breath, into his ear. Richard collapsed on top of her, panting, and kissed the skin on her neck.