Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse

"What's wrong? Nadia asked, snuggling up to Mathew's side. Her worry was written all over her face, even though Mathew didn't really exhibit any behavior screaming he had some sort of problem.

"Is there a need for there to be something wrong for me to want to spend some time with you? Mathew asked, his expression souring a bit despite how comfortable he was with Nadia cuddling up to his side.

"There is no need for it at all," Nadia replied with a small smile only to change her position a little and snuggle her head up to Mathew's chest. "But I can tell."

The girl didn't elaborate on what she could tell. And Mathew didn't need her to say it out loud either.

The relative silence filled the area, with only the distant echo of the hunters working to gather the cores reaching them from the distance. And yet, Mathew couldn't find peace.

"I just dislike crowds," he finally admitted, sneaking his hand underneath Nadia's bloodied shirt and then running it up and down her spine.

Contrary to having her snuggled up to his side, feeling the direct connection between his and her skin finally brought some desired effects on Mathew's psyche.

"I have never been very good with people," he continued, his expression slowly returning back to one that Nadia was used to. "But lately..." he trailed off before turning his eyes towards the side and releasing a heavy sigh.

"Lately?" Nadia prompted gently, lifting her head up only to then rest her chin on Mathew's chest as she looked into his eyes.

"I don't know," Mathew shook his head slightly. "With all these people around me... I feel suffocated by them sometimes."

Talking about his feelings wasn't Mathew's good side. Yet, with the warmth of Nadia's body melting down the coldness of his heart, he somehow managed to do it.

"I would ask why did you bother organizing all those survivors," Nadia muttered, "but I already know the answer," she finished, shaking her head. Then, she rose up on the primitive bedding Mathew organized so that he could see a small, playful smirk that grew up on her face. "I do think I know how to make you feel at ease, though."

"Hmm?" Mathew leaned his head to the side, looking right into Nadia's eyes. And because of this very reason, he only noticed her hand sneaking into his pants when he actually felt its movements right on his crotch.

"Do we really need to simplify everything to sex?" he then protested when Nadia wrapped her fingers around his dick and slowly started to massage it.

"Of course, we don't need to," Nadia replied with a precious, cheerful smile on her lips. She then went the extra mile by moving up only to sneak her legs underneath Mathew's head. "But resting on my lap, watching my bust shake all the while letting me stroke you..." she whispered, only to leave her lips slightly parted as her own breathing hastened.

"It feels great," Mathew finally admitted, turning his face away as if he suddenly found this kind of act embarrassing. "I'm not gonna deny it, okay?"

"It doesn't matter if you deny it or not," Nadia whispered, bending her body in a way that shouldn't be possible, all to cover Mathew's lips with hers and close them in a kiss. She then pulled her face just a few centimeters away. "Because I would know it would be a lie anyway," she added, caressing Mathew's face with the breath she used to utter those words.

"That makes me feel that we skipped several steps," Mathew then said, only to close his eyes. His body then tensed up, sending wave upon wave of pleasure down his spine as he neared his climax.

Yet, rather than allowing Mathew to reach fulfillment, Nadia suddenly tightened her grasp, replacing the pleasure of her handjob with the pain of restraining Mathew's desire.

"Auch!" Mathew involuntarily let out a voice of protest, opening his eyes and looking at the girl with a puzzled expression.

'She was the one to initiate it and now she wants to stop?' he thought, baffled. 'Is this her way of making excitement work like a coffee for me?' he attempted to guess.

"This is one of those rare moments when I'm not exactly sure what thoughts are going through your head," Nadia admitted with a cheerful smile, only to bring her other hand and run her fingers through Mathew's hair. "But I just don't want to dirty your pants," she explained only to raise Mathew's head and pull her legs from below it.

Nadia then gently placed Mathew's head back on the improvised sheets only to turn herself around and grab at the edge of his pants before sliding them down.

"You really don't have to," Mathew attempted to protest. Even though she just cockblocked him, the stress of the last few hours was still quite a lot for him to deal with.

And escaping into the pleasure of her lips felt like... cheating.

"I know," Nadia replied softly. She then freed her clean hand and reached out for Mathew's cheek. "But is it wrong for me to want it too?" she then asked, only to reveal a small grin before moving her head over Mathew's crotch and wrapping her lips around the shroom of his dick.

Mathew's eyes simply rolled to the back of his head, and his body tensed up face to the sky. He then groaned loudly as Nadia started to give him a blowjob that was nothing short of heavenly.

Mathew finally allowed himself to relax and just enjoy Nadia's lips working around his cock. His breathing evened out, and his heart stopped racing in his chest.

"You really know how to make a man feel at ease," he muttered, only for Nadia to chuckle softly in response.

"Is that so?" she asked before continuing her work with even more enthusiasm. And before long, Mathew could do nothing but moan in response to the pleasure that started washing over him once again.

Soon, the twitching of his hips spread to his entire body, hinting at the coming burst of elation.

The time appeared to skip. Mathew tensed up, his hands involuntarily finding their way to the back of Nadia's head.

Following the signals of her partner, Nadia pushed her lips even further down Mathew's shaft, recognizing the hints and preparing herself for what was about to come.

And then, the time snapped back to its usual rate, right as Mathew emptied his balls out directly into Nadia's throat.