After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 778

When alcohol was said to cloud one’s judgment to make such a big mistake, they actually knew it wasn’t true.

It was just an excuse made by the infidel people to pass their actions as involuntary.

Alcohol could, though, make one braver, and help people do what they wouldn’t normally dare to do.

Like now, with both of their cases, kissing a ’sworn rival’ senseless and using their bodies to chase pleasure unimaginable to them.

Their clothing was removed one by one—even helping each other out to do so.

In fact, both of them had been a bit intimate with other people, but had never gone all the way, nor had they felt this much lust for anyone else.

They were a bit clumsy in undressing the other but it was part of the thrill. It even became part of their rivalry—who took the other’s clothes off first without tearing them off.

It was just that that play stopped when they saw the other stark naked and suddenly the gravity of the situation became even more real.

Their breaths were heavy and their faces were flushed. They gulped as their faces awkwardly got closer again, and Ansel leaned down to push on, parting her lips with his tongue, and soon the heats in their bodies completely consumed their brains.

They didn’t need to speak anymore as they consumed each other’s mouths, their bare bodies grinded against each other, chasing the feeling of the other desperately.

She moaned as she felt his hardness rub on her, her erogenous zones touched and pleasured, and she gasped when she felt his fingers enter.

When her exes tried to do this, she immediately buckled and ran. But Ansel’s hand wasn’t disgusting at all. She even longed for it.

"Ha… ahh…"

While Ansel prepared her for what was to come, he himself was gasping, kissing her neck and her shoulders, tasting her soft skin.

She moaned loudly when she got her first real orgasm, her fingernails buried in his hard shoulder.

Ansel kissed her neck one more time before he lifted his head, placing his forehead against hers. His strong arms kept him balanced above her, but everything of his was grinding on her, continuously making her gasp and moan.

"I’m entering," Ansel hotly said against her ears, lapping it, and eliciting her delicious whimper.

Winona closed her eyes and pursed her lips, a little scared, but otherwise she wrapped her arms tightly around his lean shoulders.

She screamed when he entered and he gasped as he felt her walls clamp on him.

"Winona!" he groaned, burying his head on her soft shoulder. _{frёeweɓηovel.coɱ}

"Hurts!" She yelled, grabbing his soft hair.

"I…"

The pain and the barrier should’ve woken them up if this was a mistake. Instead, Ansel hovered over her, his sweat dripping all over her.

He leaned down to kiss her tears, waiting for her to be ready, waiting for her to ask him to proceed.

She wrapped her arms around him tighter, lifting her head to meet his lips. She pried them open, her soft tongue tangling with his, as if she was asking for comfort.

He gladly did so, angling his head so he could get better access. While their tongues danced, Ansel’s hand moved to caress her curvaceous waist up her perk mounds, pleasuring her where he could to bury the pain.

He continued to kiss her face, her neck, and her shoulders.

Ansel had also never gone all the way with anyone—he never felt like the responsibility that came after was worth it.