Page 34 of Return to the Island

“It’s true. I think back on that night as well, and I know I would have claimed you as mine. Had I passed the test, I would have challenged Rick and said you were coming with me.”

“You say that in hindsight,” she corrected.

“I say that in truth.” The statement was sharp, my tone clear. Despite my headspace that night, I would not have let another man touch her after me. I was confident I’d have stopped, but there was a small one-percent that told me I might not have. It was that percent that haunted me. I’d been given a second chance to prove myself to her, and I didn’t want to waste it.

Suddenly, she dipped under the water, escaping my grasp. Her head disappeared a moment before she popped up for air. I wanted to touch her, press her against me to prove my heart raced for her, but a shaky line was dividing us.

“I love this pond,” she said. “It clears my head,” she added, brushing back her soaked hair and reminding me of the first time I saw her on the island. She was screaming at me to get away from her. Her body language was in a state of transition. I was beginning to panic that it was presently telling me the same thing.

“I remember watching you touch yourself.” I wasn’t sure why I told her that memory.

“Oh yeah,” she smirked, a devilish glint to her violet eyes. “Why did you like that?”

“First, it seemed like you wanted to tell me to fuck off.” She burst out laughing at the comment. “But then, you looked both peaceful and determined. Like you wanted me to know you were in control of who would touch you, who would control you, and maybe you wanted me to know what I’d missed out on.” My eyes playfully narrowed.

“I seem to recall you asking to kiss me in this pond and then letting me touch you.” Her tone teased, hardening me with the memory.

“You were quite the vixen. Again, I wanted you to see you could control me. It pleased me, make no doubt about that, but I wanted it to please you. Help you realize you controlled the situation between us.”

She lowered in the pond a little, covering her breasts with the cool water and swishing her arms around her, gently rippling the water.

“Do I still have the power?” she quietly asked.

“Do you want it?” I smirked. She stood tall, startling me, and water cascaded off her body in torrents. She stepped back and then turned for the flat rock near the edge of the pond.

“Mouse,” I called softly, worried I’d offended her. My heart raced with her retreat. She climbed up on the rock and sat facing me, legs spread, knees bent. I had a clear view of the center of her, her skin puckered and pink. Her eyes focused on my face, and I blinked at her only briefly before her fingers slid over her middle and down to those precious folds. Slowly she strummed herself. Her other hand braced on the rock, casually holding her upright.

“Holy fuck,” I mumbled, wrapping a thick palm around myself and beginning to stroke as I watched. I’d been so hard the past twenty-four hours, I was beginning to worry I had an issue. I realized she was it. “You own me,” I blurted. She proved it time and again. Her current display was confirmation.

She smiled that devilish smile, taking pleasure in knowing she turned me on by turning on herself. Her head fell back, and her mouth opened in that perfect O, the same cylinder that engulfed me and swallowed me last night. The thought made me stiffen further, and my dick ached, on the edge of release.

“Mouse,” I hissed, warning her that I was there just watching her. Her head rolled forward, and her mouth curled as she slipped a finger inside herself and moaned deliciously. Her lids lowered lazily, and I burst at the sight. She was the best porn I’d ever watched, and I meant that as the greatest compliment. I stepped forward, kicking water as I moved toward the rock. Her finger made a slicking sound.

“I want my turn,” I said, tugging back her hand. “Move to the edge.” She carefully came forward until her core neared my face. Lifting up on my toes, my lips lunged for her folds. My tongue dove deep, parting her, sucking at the slickness. My arm curled under her thigh, and my hand clapped over it. I tugged her forward, hungrily lapping at her as her hand came to my head for balance.

“Tack,” she whimpered, but I wasn’t letting up. My tongue flattened, and I licked upward.

“You.” I breathed over her heat.

“Own.” I pursed my lips, exhaling onto her wet skin.

“Me.” My mouth covered her entire clit, drawing her into my mouth before flicking her with my tongue again. She purred like she had last night, the rumbling animalistic growl building before her hands cupped my head, and she held me still while she came against my lips.

I reached up for her waist and pulled her to me, dipping us both in the water. My mouth found hers, but the kiss was brief.

“I want more than one kiss. I want them all.” I kissed her again, and she followed my lead. Desperation grew between us, the kisses harried and frantic. We were both spent. We couldn’t make love again, so our mouths had to say all that was left unsaid.

I see who you are.

I’m looking at you, she responded.

The conversation was reminiscent of the night she tried to kill me. A night of two frightened people on an island begging for attention, begging to be seen and understood by the other.

A boat-horn peeled in the background, announcing the need to leave soon.

I released her lips, tenderly pecking a final few.

“I will never stop wanting you,” she told me and my heart shattered with joy.