The hydroponic greenhouse hummed under the solar lamps. Lush greens towered around us, heavy with juice. Eva’s curves had filled out, ripe now, tempting. Her skin glowed, warm from the fake sun. I watched her bend over a melon vine, ass tight in shorts. Heart slammed in my chest. Months of isolation, her body rebuilding. My cock twitched, hardening fast. She straightened, sweat beading on her neck. Turned, eyes locking mine. Lips parted. Air thick with chlorophyll and something darker. Heat. Mine. Hers. Pulsing. I stepped close. Hand grazed her arm. Electric. Skin burned under my palm. She gasped, nipples peaking through her tank. Pulse raced in her throat. I pressed against her. Hard. Urgent. No words. Just need. Raw. Devouring. Her breath hitched, hands fisting my shirt. Pulled me in. Mouths crashed. Tongues fought. Salty sweat mixed. Heart hammered like a war drum. Fingers dug into flesh. Hers clawed my back. Mine yanked her top up. Breasts spilled free. Heavy. Full. I sucked a nipple hard. She moaned, arching. Legs parted. Ground against her thigh. Wet heat seeped through fabric. Lost it. Pushed her to the potting bench. Vines brushed us. Dangerous edge. World dead above. Here, alive. Burning.
She ripped my pants down. Cock sprang free, throbbing. Veins bulging. Pre-cum slicked the tip. Her hand wrapped it. Tight. Stroked rough. I growled, shoving her shorts aside. No panties. Pussy bare, glistening. Swollen lips begged. Fingers plunged in. Soaked. Tight. Clenched me. She bucked, nails raking my shoulders. ‘Fuck me,’ she hissed. Raw voice. Broke me. Lifted her hips. Slammed in. Deep. Balls slapped wet flesh. She screamed. Walls gripped like a vice. Pounded hard. Bench shook. Plants quivered. Sweat poured. Slid slick between us. Hearts thundered in sync. Her tits bounced with each thrust. Biting her neck. Tasting salt. She clawed my ass, pulling deeper. Fucked like animals. No mercy. Grunts echoed. Pussy spasmed. Milked me. I flipped her. Face down. Ass up. Rammed from behind. Hands pinned wrists. Owned her. She begged. ‘Harder.’ Obliged. Skin slapped. Juices dripped. Balls tightened. Edge closing. She shattered first. Convulsed. Squirted hot on my thighs. Triggered me. Flooded her. Thick ropes. Pulsing. Endless. Collapsed together. Gasping. Drenched.
The Fever
Bodies tangled on the soil-warmed floor. Lamps hummed soft. Plants whispered in the vents. Her skin still fever-hot against mine. Chest heaved, slowing. Heartbeats synced to calm thuds. Cum leaked between her thighs, mixing sweat. I traced her spine. Goosebumps rose. She shivered, nuzzled my neck. Lips brushed. Tender now. Alive. Unique. This fire we’d lit. In the dead world. Her hand on my chest. Felt the pulse fade. Peace. But embers glowed. Dangerous spark. We’d burn again. Soon. Her belly might swell. Our secret. Rebirth in the green.