Page 48 of Return to the Island

“I love you,” she said, reminding me once again. “I’ll go wherever you lead.”

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We returned to the resort hours later, after enjoying some much-needed time off to sail and swim in the surf. A new happiness surrounded us. I asked the cook if she could make a special dinner to be served in my room, despite the slim pickings of our stock. Supply ships would soon return, but we were still short on several things. Fortunately, champagne had a long shelf life.

Juliet wore a white dress from the clothing shop. Tied just over her breasts, there was a long layer overlapping another, hinting at a deep slit to the material. After toasting to her beauty and sipping champagne to celebrate our day, I spoke.

“Let’s play a game.” I eyed the deep cut of her dress and she watched me over the rim of her fluted glass. She didn’t need to respond. She’d play along. I took the glass from her hands and led her to sit in a chair perpendicular to the couch. Pressing her knees apart, the soft material fell open, slipping over each thigh, exposing a sultry gap in the dress. I knelt at her feet, rubbing my hands slowly under the fabric, searching for skin. Her eyes remained on mine as my fingers climbed. I stopped when I hit a metal clasp.

“If you have on a garter, this game is over.” She reached between her legs and wrapped the material of her dress firmly over each thigh, covering her secret. “Why would you have one on without stockings?”

She simply shrugged. “It’s your game. Is this what you wanted to play?” I blinked at her boldness and chuckled softly.

“No, I wanted to ask another question.” Her brow rose, curious, but she remained quiet. “If you had to pick a new animal to dance to, which would you pick?” Her brows pinched, recalling how Garvey demanded I learn some native ritual of dancing to express what I’d learned from an animal.

They can teach you things you’d never see, he said, and I thought of The Little Prince“What is important is that which cannot be seen.” I could not see love, but I felt it when I was near Juliet.

“I’ll start,” I said, sitting back on my ankles and rubbing up her thighs, temptingly close to that hidden lingerie. “I learned from a vixen, that friendship is important. Being responsible for another is more gratifying than being responsible for only me. That I must learn to appreciate and ask permission, not just take.” She stared at me as my hands stilled at her knees. I pressed up, leaned forward and kissed her. Then I crossed to the couch and sat, perching my arm on the rest. She watched me, and I could see the wheels spinning behind the beautiful violet eyes.

“Are you still seeking redemption?” she asked, looking over at me, the loose material to her dress slipping over one thigh, exposing what I considered she was wearing. The clasp to a garter belt dangling against her inner thigh—white, pristine, and tempting me to do sinful things.

“I am. And I will, for the rest of my life.”

“Is that why you want to marry me?” She sat comfortably in the chair, the distance too far from me.

“No, I want to marry you because I love you. I want to be wild with you.” The comment made her smile, and she stood slowly. Seduction personified, she was an island goddess as she took the short step to stand between my knees.

“Well,” she began, flipping her loose hair over one shoulder and straddling her thighs over mine. “I learned from a snake, that as dangerous as he can seem, he is only trying to survive. He doesn’t wish to be a lone creature. Despite his bite, he has a soft side.” She sat on my lap, the dress parting, exposing the high-waisted ribbon to a sheer garter and the lacy covering over a part of her I treasured. “A snake has taught me that I don’t want to be alone any longer, and if I care for him, he will care about me.”

“I care about everything connected to you,” I said, reaching up for her jaw as she settled over the length straining at my zipper. She slipped back, and a purr rolled from her throat.

“I know,” she whispered, lowering to kiss me. “I trust you.” The words meant more than her love, and in an instant, my mouth crushed hers. I flipped her to her back, spreading her wide against the cushions as I rubbed against her. The dress peeled open, proving the slit rose as high as the tie at her breasts. With a tug it was loosened, and she lay under me, lacy underthings in virginal white. Breasts hardly covered in a demi-bra were ripe for my taking as her nipples poked over the top ruffle.

“Holy shit,” I hissed, staring down at her. My mouth watered, not knowing where to start. She was a delicacy, and I wanted to ravish her. I tugged down the barely-there cups of her bra, forcing her breasts up in the air, nipples already at attention. My mouth lowered to one, sucking on it as I fumbled with my belt. I sat up, and the sharp snap of leather removed from the loops startled her.

“I’d never hurt you,” I said, lowering again to her.

“I know that,” she said, peering up to me with innocent, willing eyes. My fingers slipped aside the lacy nothingness covering her heat, and I slid one inside her, listening to her breath hitch.

“You’re going to be my wife,” I stated, as my finger slipped deeper, feeling the warmth of her surrounding me before dragging back to tease the spot that would push her over the edge.

“Yes, I am.” Her fingers reached greedily for my neck, but I remained perched above her, looking down at where I entered her with my fingers. I unzipped my pants, pushing them to my hips to expose I wore nothing underneath. She gasped as her delicate fingers reached for my dick. Tugging gently, I leapt in her palm.

“We’re going to leave all this on,” I said, admiring her skimpy attire, the dress splayed under her, draping over the couch. I slipped the panties to the side and thrust into her. Balancing above her, with one knee on the couch and the other extended to the floor, I watched as I entered her over and over again. Her white lace contrasted with my black pants only removed to my thighs. She was pure goodness, but I was not evil. I was only a man—a man who wanted a woman. My thrusts increased, and she met me with equal haste. I fell forward as her hands reached for my ass, forcing me into her. She didn’t speak, but the pressure of her fingers told me—harder, faster, deeper. I’d never get deep enough.

“Mouse,” I hissed, warning her I was close, the euphoria of the day mixing with this moment. I reached between us, stroking at her as I pummeled into her. Her signs were present—a soft gasp, a hard clench, thighs stiffening around mine. “That’s it, baby. Take it from me.”

She burst with my name on her lips, and I responded by filling her, pulsing inside her, relishing the heat. A thought crossed my mind that she was in a better position to hold my seed. I silently prayed for a family one day.