Page 24 of Surviving Her

They moved together in a frantic dance as River pushed two fingers deep inside of Eliza.

Oh…this feels incredible. I can’t believe we’re doing this.

The water splashed over the sides of the tub as Eliza gave in to her overwhelming need for River’s rough hands. Eliza gasped as River gripped her hips, guiding her movements as she fucked her harder and deeper. Eliza moaned and grabbed the side of the bath. Even if a walker bolted through the door right now, she didn’t think it could stop the pressure building in her core. Her body tensed as River’s lips met hers and the deepest orgasm she’d ever felt erupted through her entire body.

“River…you just made me come. Oh, God. I’ve never come so fast…fuck,” Eliza cried out, panting to try to catch her breath.

River laughed. “I know. Your face when you come is…it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Fuck. I liked that. I likeyou.”

“Really? Like what? Like weird or something?” Eliza replied, her breathing still ragged as she clung to River.

“Not at all. Jesus. Just watching you come like that was the biggest turn-on. You’re fucking hot. Are you sure you’ve never been even slightly into women? You seem pretty gay right now.” River laughed.

Eliza rested her head on River’s firm breasts, her heart still pounding as she tried to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions that consumed her. She’d never felt anything like thisbefore, this intense connection that went beyond mere physical attraction. It was as if she’d found something she had no idea she’d been searching for. She laughed softly.

“No, never.”

River’s fingers traced lazy circles on her back, her touch now gentle. “Are you feeling okay? You’re not saying much,” she asked, her voice a soft rumble that vibrated against Eliza’s cheek.

Eliza nodded, a contented sigh escaping her lips. “I really am. I’m…more than okay.”

They eventually climbed out of the tub, the chill of the air making Eliza shiver as she dried off. River found an old, threadbare blanket in one of the cupboards, and they curled up together on the worn-out couch in front of the dying embers in the hearth.

As they lay there, wrapped in the blanket, Eliza couldn’t help but feel a surprising sense of peace. The world outside had turned into a living nightmare, but tonight she felt safe, anchored by the warmth of River’s body next to hers. The doors and windows were barricaded with every piece of furniture they’d found. River had even laid out old cans and bottles that would make noise if they were knocked over by anything entering.

“Thank you,” she murmured under her breath, not really daring to say what she so desperately wanted to. “I feel like…like I owe you an orgasm, but I don’t know how. I don’t know what to do.”

River pressed a kiss to her forehead, her arms tightening around her. “You don’t have to think about that right now. That’s not how this works. I’m not a man. And do you know what? When the time comes, I know you’ll be a natural. The way you kiss me…and touch me…I know you know exactly what you’re doing. But for tonight, making you come was more than enough for me.”

A natural? The words echoed in her mind as Eliza snuggled closer to River, letting the heat of River’s body lull her into a deep sleep.

9

RIVER

River woke to the soft light of dawn seeping through the dirty windows. The cold air nipped at her exposed skin, but the warmth of Eliza’s body beside her meant she hardly felt it. Her arm was draped around Eliza’s voluptuous waist. She wished life was normal outside. She wished she’d met Eliza on a dating app and they were about to get coffee and lunch at a cool spot in the city.

What a way to wake up.

For a moment, River lay there, her eyes tracing the curve of Eliza’s back and the way her hair fanned out across her plump breasts. Their sex played on a loop in her mind—the raw passion and the depth of the connection they’d shared surprised River with its intensity. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt, and all she could think of in that moment was her desire to do it all over again.

River wasn’t usually the type to second-guess herself, but as she lay there, a voice in the back of her mind whispered to her incessantly. What did this mean? Had she forgotten all about her father? Why add a new layer of complexity to what was already a huge challenge?

She watched as Eliza began to stir, her movements slow and careful as she extricated herself from River’s embrace. River’s hand slipped from Eliza’s waist, and she felt the loss of contact acutely, though she didn’t move to close the gap. Eliza sat up on the edge of the couch, her back to River, the blanket wrapped tightly around her.

“Morning,” Eliza said in a raspy voice.

River could sense the conflict in Eliza before even seeing her face. It was there in the tense slope of her shoulders, in the way she seemed unsure of what to do next.

With a soft sigh, River sat up and reached out to place a hand on Eliza’s back. She felt the tension beneath her fingers, and she longed to smooth it away and reassure Eliza.

“Lize,” River murmured, her voice heavy with sleep but laced with concern. “What’s up, sweetie?”

Eliza shook her head slowly, her shoulders lifting into a shrug. “Sweetie? Really? I’m just…I’m trying to make sense of what we did last night. I don’t know if this whole zombie apocalypse situation is making me crazy or something.”

River’s eyes twitched. She didn’t like how this sounded, but she could understand that a sudden gay awakening in the midst of a zombie outbreak was hard to comprehend. “There’s nothing that says we have to figure all this out right here and now. Why can’t we take it one step at a time? That’s what we’ve been doing so far, right?”

Eliza nodded, though River could see that her doubts still lingered. “I know. It’s just that I didn’t ask for any of this. It’s not my thing, and now…”

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