Page 27 of Return to the Island

“Mouse,” I croaked, questioning her intentions, but not wanting to stop whatever direction things were headed in. “I didn’t bring you here for this,” I said, reaching for her nearly naked back and rubbing upward over her sun-kissed skin.

Although the top of her bikini was slipping, she wasn’t fully exposed yet.

“You don’t want to have sex with me,” she stated, her tone hesitant, almost hurt.

“No, baby, I want to make love to you, but when you’re ready. No pressure. I know—” I stopped abruptly. She’d reached behind her back and pulled the second string to her suit. Then she tugged the material forward.

“Sweet Jesus,” I cursed, dipping my mouth as I cupped one breast and latched onto her. Her hips rocked forward as I lapped and sucked at the heavy globe. My teeth grazed over her nipple, and she yelped. I smiled and paid the other breast the same attention. After another minute of savoring her, she pressed me back and lay flat atop me. The moment her ripe nipples brushed my chest, I sighed. Her mouth captured the noise, kissing me again.

I rolled her to her back and worked at untying the skirt she returned to her waist after I’d made her come on the boat. I wanted to make her come again on every surface of this island—sand, rock, water, tree. Her hand came to my short’s button.

“It’s time for me to touch you,” she said, confidence streaming from her voice. I laid back and let her tackle my shorts, helping her press my swim trunks down with the outer layer. I lay fully exposed in the sand, but when her hand gripped my thick dick, I lost all thought of anything but her. She stroked, and she tugged, working me to be the hardest I’d ever been. My toes curled, and her thumb rubbed over my head. Moisture seeped forward, and she spread it over my tip. Then her mouth descended, covering me in the heat of her. Her cheeks caved inward, and she dragged the hollow of her mouth to my tip. My eyes rolled back in my head, and my hand came to her hair.

“Like that, baby,” I tried to say, but the words were stuttered and rattled together as her teeth gently scraped up the ridges of my shaft before she lowered, engulfing me in the warmth of her mouth. She sucked upward again, and her hand cupped my balls.

“F…” I couldn’t complete the word. Her tongue rolled around my length until she reached the tip. Slipping it over the slit at the top, she sucked only the head for a moment before drawing the rest of me in. My hands slipped under her armpits, and I dragged her off of me. Her mouth was covered in moisture.

“Not like this,” I muttered, tugging the ties at the side of her string bikini.

“Why not?” she asked, looking completely confused.

“When I come for you, it’s going to be deep inside you.” She blinked down at me before stretching her leg over my hip.

“Can they see us from the boat?” she asked, not bothering to look over her shoulder.

“Fuck if I care,” I said, guiding her hips over mine. I gripped my dick and held it upright, allowing her to balance on the tip before she lowered herself over me, and we both exhaled. Burning liquid came to my eyes. She felt amazing, and a string of mutterings fell from my lips.

“So warm. So wet. So tight.” I had to close my eyes as the emotion was too intense. She lifted and lowered in a steady rhythm, her hands balanced on my chest to hold herself upright. My hips pressed upward in short, sharp bursts while she rolled over me. Opening my eyes, her tangled hair was falling loose from her ponytail, and I reached for the band, freeing the strands to tumble kinky and wild over her shoulders. Her hips increased their rhythm, but the movement was measured, as if she were dancing over me.

I’m not fucking dancing, I’d told Garvey over and over and over again. Some spiritual ritual to bring me in tune with nature was not going to happen, but this girl wiggling her body over me, this dancing I would do every night of my life if it brought me in tune with her.

She pushed back at her hair and looked down at me. Her eyes were a glazed violet and she looked lost in her rhythm.

“Take what you need, baby,” I encouraged. “Take everything,” I added lower. She rolled faster, the pace harsher. Her hands rose to her own breasts. She squeezed them together, pinching her own nipples, and her head fell back. Her eyes closed.

“Like that, baby,” I said, watching her touch herself while she rocked over me. “So like that,” I mumbled, hardly coherent. My hands twitched to join her massage, but I stared in awe instead. She was a goddess over me, an island queen. “Getting close,” I choked, knowing I couldn’t keep watching her, feeling her wrapped around me, sucking me into her, without reaching the brink soon. Too soon.

Her hands lowered to my chest and she shifted, hammering up and down on me, dragging herself so I was in and out of her in a rush of intense friction.

“You make me wild,” she gasped, choked and smoky sounding.

“I want to tame you,” I said, and she slammed down on me. Her head fell forward, chin to her chest and the clenching over my dick set off the release in me. Powerful and rushed, I erupted inside her, holding her at the hip so nothing escaped. I wanted it all in her, deep in her channel, filling her with only me. She cried out, a guttural sound of relief, and one hand fisted while it rested on my chest.

Falling forward, her body covered mine. Her head came to my chest and my fingers combed through the damp streaks. She rolled so her mouth covered my left pec, and she kissed me there. I remembered the first time she did that. This time she lingered like before, and I wondered what she whispered to me, silently praying it was words I longed to hear again.