"You…" He meant to say "you don't have to," but he was silenced as she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her thin white shoulders and a black camisole. Transfixed, he watched as she slipped off the thin straps of the undershirt and pulled it down to her stomach.

Her breasts were small, like the rest of her, and just as beautiful as he'd imagined. Automatically he reached for them and brushed his fingers over the sensitive nipples as he pulled her into another kiss. She shivered and moaned as he worked his strong hands over her bare skin.

"Do you mind if I try something?" He breathed as they gasped for air.

"Go ahead," Willow whispered, giddy with excitement.

Hesitating for just a moment, he dipped his head down and took her left breast in his mouth, gently sucking and nibbling as she gasped.

"Oh… keep doing that, Wilson. It feels so good."

He moved on to the other one, playing with the first absentmindedly with his fingers. After a while, he pulled away and looked at her, asking permission for something else.

By way of an answer, Willow pulled the undershirt over her head and kicked off her boots. Slowly, she stripped off her long stockings and finally stepped out of her skirt.

She stood in front of him, pale and blushing and naked, shyly looking up at him for approval.

He couldn't take his eyes off her. He stepped towards her and put his arm around her waist, dipping her into a deep kiss. He laid her out gently on a straw roll and pushed her legs apart, placing his head in between them.

"Sure you know what you're doing?" She asked coyly.

Wilson smiled. "Nope." He had seen many diagrams while studying biology, but of course he'd never done anything like this. He just knew all the scientific names for what lay in front of him.

Cautiously, he licked the length of her lips, his tongue alternating between flat and soft or hard and pointy, and slowly moved inwards toward her opening. He stuck his tongue inside while gently kneading her clitoris with his fingers, which elicited appreciative moans. Trailing upwards, he licked the sensitive area gently before sucking on it a bit more strongly, making Willow buck her hips and throw her head back.

After a while, Willow sat up. Wilson immediately drew back and wiped his mouth, confused and worried.

"Don't worry; you're doing fine," she reassured him. "I just want to do something for you."

Drawing herself up on her knees, she pushed Wilson down to a sitting position. He straightened out his legs and inhaled sharply as Willow knelt between his knees and started to unbuckle his belt. She massaged him through his pants a bit, then pulled them down and revealed Wilson's manhood to all the world. She gasped softly.

Wilson looked away, embarrassed. "What?"

"I… I don't know. It's kind of big."

"It's only average. Six inches. I—ah!"

He forgot whatever useless nonsense he was going to say as Willow took the head into her mouth and teased it with her tongue. Wilson closed his eyes in ecstasy as she began to suck, slowly bobbing her head up and down and gagging slightly whenever she took in the full length. Her mouth was warm and wet, and he had never felt so good in his life. He opened his eyes and saw her watching steadily from below, stroking him with her hand as she sucked on the head. Almost unaware of what he was doing, he put his hand on his head and ran his fingers through her hair, moaning as she quickened her pace.

After a while, Wilson cried "Stop!"

Willow snapped up immediately, her pale eyes a bit watery. "What?"

"Y-you were going to make me…" He didn't want to end that sentence, and didn't need to. Willow nodded and lay back down, parting her legs. Wilson, uncomfortably hot, stripped off his vest and shirt. Willow was happily surprised as how muscular he was, and wanted him more than ever as he positioned himself on top of her.

Wilson looked into her eyes. "Are you ready?"

"God, yes," she moaned.

Wilson nodded, raised himself up and slowly began to enter her. She took a sharp breath.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, it just… feels strange." It hurt a bit, but nothing too bad.

Wilson pushed in, slowly, to make her comfortable. He kept going slowly for the first few strokes, until Willow whispered "Faster."

Wilson raised himself up and thrust into her, not too quick at first, but gaining speed as she relaxed more and let out small gasps after every thrust. He leaned down and kissed her deeply as he went even faster, feeling her heart beat under his chest. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, and Wilson felt himself getting close.

"Willow… I'm… I'm going to…"

"Do it inside," she whispered, and that was all he needed.

Willow felt him throb and gasped as a jet of warmth filled her when he finished. Exhausted, he rested his head on her shoulder and rolled off her.

"I… I'm sorry if that wasn't satisfying… to you," he said in a strained voice.

"It was wonderful, Wilson," Willow whispered as she curled up with her head on his muscular chest.

"Oh… good. I'm glad."

They lay there in silence. After a while, Wilson pulled his pants up and rolled on his side to face her.

"God, you're beautiful, Willow," he said, cupping her face in his hand and gazing at her so lovingly it spread a warmth throughout her whole body. "You're so beautiful, and kind, and gentle… I… I love you. So much."

"Wilson," she murmured, running her hands over his stomach. "You're so handsome, you're so, so smart." She thought of how cautious and careful he had been. "I love you. Please stay with me. Always."

"Of course."

"Can we... do this again, sometime?"

"Of course."

And at that moment, neither of them really cared if they ever got out of this place, or found Maxwell, or found anyone else for that matter. They had each other. They had a friend.

Does anyone want me to continue this? Also this was my first erotica ever, please don't be too mean, haha.