Epilogue #3
I get it too. Here in a magical location where no one else is around. It’s like being in some other whimsical world where we can just be free and wrapped up and each other. The champagne buzz doesn’t hurt either as we find a dark and private patch of sand beneath a small pier.
“Oh my god, touch me everywhere,” I beckon as my mechanic’s strong capable hands grip at my skin.
The island vibes, time slowing down, the hold we have on each other - all of it has us under the most beautiful spell together. Sand in the ass crack be damned.
West’s trunks get shucked to his knees as he lowers me to the ground. He’s inside me in one swift thrust and I immediately let go, giving into the primal nature of our union.
“Oh fuck, it’s so good,” West groans drawing back and thrusting in again.
“God, yes… fuck me, mayor,” I plead as my nails sink into his skin of his back.
“Oh fuck yeah, I love when you say that,” he grunts, thrusting harder. We’re hot and bothered and the rush of cool water that floods up around us every few seconds confuses the senses in the best way.
West rolls us so that he’s beneath me and I take over our rhythm.
“Oh fuck yeah, Princess, ride me. You fuck me so good.”
The rush of the waves matches the build of our pleasure as I get closer and closer. The momentum builds, promising the most explosive orgasm of my life.
“Oh my God, I’m close baby, so close!” I keen out, rolling my hips in rhythm with the tide, and then it crests. The rush is so strong and intense I can hardly handle it.
“That’s it baby, go harder,” my husband commands beneath me. “Take it, take all you want.”
I cry out as I feel it hit, writing on top of him as a cry rips it’s way up my throat. West grabs my hips and starts pumping erratically; guiding himself through his own climax. My own is just starting to ebb when he roars like I’ve never heard him before.
“Gaaaaaah!!!!” He practically screams.
Wow… looks like this is a personal best for both of us. So why is he trying to throw me off him?
“Dammit! Shit!” He keeps screaming and squirming beneath me, making a nice indent in the sand.
“What? What?” I panic, trying to place my hands on his chest to calm him.
“It hurts! It’s killing me! Oh my God, my balls! My balls are being ripped off!”
“Holy fuck, what?” I try to ask before West is flipping me off him; rolling us to get himself off the sand which has me landing on something sharp.
“Aggggghhh!” I scream as something hard and super sharp punctures several holes in my ass, or so it feels.
“What? Oh my God baby, what’s the matter?!” West wails, sounding like he’s still in his own hell of pain.
“Something sharp is in my ass!” Is all I can manage as I shriek out in pain.
“HELP!” We both scream in unison.
We’re so in sync and meant to be together.
Thankfully, our cries are met followed pretty quickly by the thumping of rapidly approaching footsteps.
A light is shined in our faces as West does his best to shield my nakedness while holding a hand over his junk.
Sally, the Beagle from Lincs boat appears, sniffing at my face before giving it a lick and I hear Lincs familiar mumbly voice.
“You’ve got to be shitting me.”
“Helllp…” I whimper. “I don’t know what happened but we’re both in so much pain.”
“Something stabbed me in the balls,” West groans in agreement, just as Sally ceases her kiss attack and goes scampering after something near one of the pier posts.
Linc follows her trail with the beam of his flashlight and finds what she’s chasing after.
“Think I found the culprit,” he mumbles and I glance over West’s shoulder just in time to see the dog paw at a crab before is scuttles away in terror.
“Oh my God… baby you got your balls pinched by a crab,” I feel tears prick at the corners of my eyes. “And there’s still something sharp in my ass,” I sniff.
“Hang on baby, hold still,” West’s voice still strains against his own discomfort as he gently tries to roll me towards him.
“Ow, ow, ow, ow,” I complain as he reaches a hand behind me to investigate.
“Oh babe… I’m so sorry…”
“What? What is it?” I sniffle.
“I rolled you onto a conch shell … a big one,” he admits.
“Well now I’ve seen everything,” Linc reminds us of his presence with a huff. “Stay there and don’t move,” he orders. “I’ve got a radio on my boat. Dispatch will have the medics here in no time,” he assures us.
As he makes his way up the shore, West pulls me closer, trying to get my weight off the shell as much as possible.
“Well day one of our honeymoon has certainly been… interesting,” he observes with a wince. His balls have got to be throbbing.
“West…” I utter his name in despair, having absolutely no idea what else to say.
“Babe,” he responds, trying to sound attentive through his rip-roaring agony. “It’s okay… you’re worth getting bit in the balls for. I’m sorry for impaling you on a pokey- ass shell.”
“It’s okay,” I assure him, starting to feel dizzy from the pain. Can sea shells cause infections. “I still love you.”
“I love you too,” he proclaims, leaning in and sealing it with a kiss.
Callum
My first three months as an EMT on this island have been nothing short of eventful. Tourist shenanigans certainly keep us busy. But tonight has been one for the books.
Rescuing a beached mermaid was by far one of the most fucked up cases I’ve had to attend to but damn was it worth it to meet such beautifully mesmerizing and refreshingly funny woman.
I reflect on that look in her glassy blue eyes as Blas and I tidy up the back of the ambulance rig for the oncoming shift. We still have half an hour, but if we can get out of here sooner, so much the better.
But oh no… the radio in the cab gives that tell-tale crackle. I let out a sigh, knowing this means we’re going to be working over end of shift and we’ll have to set up the rig again. I take a minute while I let Blas answer the call.
By the time I’ve closed up the ambulance doors and made my way back to the front of the rig, I find my partner sitting in the cab looking confused as all hell.
“What’ve we got?” I ask as I haul myself up into the cab.
“That was Lincoln calling from his boat,” his brow furrows like he’s trying to get his head around something.
“And?”
“Something about a guy with crabs on his balls and a lady with a cock in her ass.”