Chapter 17
Steven
I’m being selfish. I don’t want to rut around in the sand, trying to keep ourselves hidden and quiet. I want to undress her slowly. To take her where she can make as much noise as she wants.
I meant what I said—I want to take things slow. But after snorkeling with the reef sharks, Junie looked at me with eyes that begged for anything but.
It takes everything in me not to throw her over my shoulder and carry her back to my hut like a caveman. I fight to keep my hands steady as I unlock the door and lead her to the shower.
I want to taste her. Want to stretch her over my sheets and truly savor her. But we’re salty and sandy and I’ve lived on the island long enough to know to keep the beach out of the bed.
“I can wait for you,” I grunt, turning the water on to a pleasant room temperature and gesturing toward my soap and hair products.
“Don’t you dare,” she grins, and tugs me in after her. The cool water rains over us, washing the sun and the ocean away. It nearly clears my head from her sweet intoxication—but then her hands are on my waist, walking up my chest, pulling me toward her.
Her lips are pure fire when we kiss. I lift her off the ground, and press her against the wall, holding her in place with my thigh.
“Take this off,” I rasp, capturing her bikini top between my teeth. Her eyes flash and widen, then she follows my instructions, pulling the material over her head and dropping it to the floor with a wet slap.
The pale triangles on her breasts nearly send me over the edge. Her nipples pucker, hard against my tongue as I taste her. She cries out, arching beneath my hands. I shift her in my arms and free one hand, loving the way she squirms when I pinch and twist.
Slowly, I lower her back to the ground, making sure she’s steady.
I squirt some soap into my hands and rub it into a lather before pulling her back to my front and rubbing the suds all over her curves.
I want to memorize the shape of her body.
My hands trace her breasts and her hips, dipping under the strings of her bikini bottoms, teasing.
My cock strains against my boardies, pushing into her ass, and I make no effort to conceal it from her.
She grinds against it instinctively. She seems blissfully unaware that once I bury myself inside her, I will never want to stop.
When she’s dripping with bubbles, I give her back and shoulders the same treatment. Her face only reaches my chest, but she kisses me anyway, rocking her hips so that she continually brushes up against my erection. It twitches and aches for her.
Touching her is heaven. She’s so warm and responsive. I’m hardly going to last a second. I wash the soap from my hands and kiss her forehead before she steps back into the spray.
“Can I wash your hair?” I ask, holding up the bottle of shampoo. I don’t know what compels me to do it—maybe the desire to slow things down. To savor her. I don’t want this flame to burn out too quickly. Her eyes flash with surprise then darken back into lust.
“Mhmm,” she replies, the sound high-pitched and squeaky.
“Has no one ever done this for you before?” I ask, rubbing my hands together before massaging them into her scalp. I’ve never done it for a woman before either, but half the battle of life is just faking it til you make it.
“No,” she sighs and the breathy moan makes my cock throb. I must be doing something right.
I take my time with her, feeling her melt beneath my touch. She relaxes into me, eyes closed, warm skin brushing mine, until I tilt her head back and wash the suds from her hair.
“Conditioner?” I ask, grabbing the next bottle.
“You have conditioner?” She narrows her eyes.
“Have you seen my mane?” I try to flip it dramatically, but the wet strands stick to my skin. “Did you think I roll out of bed this gorgeous?”
She giggles and it makes my heart race. Did she think I had another woman’s hair products? Is she feeling the tiniest bit possessive over me? The caveman inside beats his chest in approval.
“True,” she turns around obediently and softens her body language as I squeeze the thick cream to the ends of her long, golden hair. “You do have really nice hair.” She sighs.
“The secret is to let it sit for five minutes. What could we do with that time?” I tease.
I spin her around and gently back her against the wall. I drop to my knees, press a kiss to her belly button, then travel down her navel and tug at her tiny blue bottoms. I look up, silently asking for permission to unwrap my prize.
She nods, breathless, tangling one hand in my dripping hair. My little chatterbox is speechless. Mine, I’m already thinking it. I’m so absolutely wrecked by this woman.
I strip her—baring her pussy before my hungry eyes.
She’s even more beautiful than I imagined.
Her tightly trimmed bush hides delicate pink petals I part with one finger.
She was wet for me on the beach, and I had my first taste of her, but it’s nothing compared to being on my knees before this naked goddess.
I nudge her legs open wider and feast. I stroke my tongue through her slit, her sweetness exploding on my tongue. I squeeze my cock through my shorts to ease the tension. I want this to last.
I moan into her folds as I work, exploring her lips and holes with my tongue. She’s breathing hard and makes soft, delicious sounds. I chase those little tells, sucking, nibbling, and flicking—following her pleasure.
“Steven, wait—” she tightens underneath me. I press her harder, supporting her body with one thigh draped over my shoulder as I bury my face in her sweet smell. “I think I might—”
Her hands clench into fists, pulling my hair to the point of pain.
I feel her dancing right on the edge. I encourage her to rock her hips, fuck my face, take what she needs from me.
I make my tongue flat and wide and let her control the pace as she cradles my head and grinds against me.
I slip two fingers into her tight, dripping pussy and she comes undone.
She yanks my hair back with both hands as her leg squeezes, holding me in place. Her body clenches and shudders around my tongue and fingers as she cries out, bending over and nearly suffocating me within her folds. I can think of no better way to go.
Shakily, she slides down until we’re both on our knees. Her slick juices coat my face as she looks at me with half-lidded eyes.
“That felt so good.” She kisses me. I know she can taste herself on my tongue and it makes me want her even more. She fills my mouth, deepening the kiss, pulling me closer. This woman will be the death of me.
“You taste amazing,” I say when she lets me take a breath.
“Can we go to your bed?” she asks, flushed, hand dropping to the velcro on my shorts.
“Yeah,” I pant. She rinses her hair before I turn off the water and grab us some towels. I take a second to adjust myself before I explode. My clothes are still on and I’m already moments away from blowing my load.
She pads from the room with a towel in her hair and sits primly on my bed, the picture of patience.
“Lose the shorts,” she says, then lies back on the sheets, giving me a perfect view of exactly what’s to come. Maybe not so patient after all.
“Yes ma’am.” I rush to comply, the wet boardies slapping the tile as I scrub a towel over myself and practically run into the room. My cock is standing at attention, homing in on her pretty pink pussy.
I can’t help the flicker of pride in my chest as she licks her lips, admiring the merchandise. She reaches for me with both hands, twisting one over my leaking tip and making me groan. I have to be inside her. Have to feel her wet heat. Have to feel her fall apart for me again.
She crawls closer as if to take my cock into her mouth, but I shake my head. I won’t last a minute between her gorgeous lips. I don’t want to come in her mouth. I want this woman dripping with my seed. It’s a sudden, undeniable biological need.
“I want you just like this,” she says, reading my mind. “I want to feel you. With nothing in between us. Is that alright?”
I can hardly form a logical response. I climb onto the bed, hovering over her. She feels so small and fragile under my big body. Is she sure she can even take me? She continues stroking my cock with both hands, rubbing my tip through her slick, wet folds.
“Are you ready for me?” I ask, the words come out low, almost threatening.
“Fuck me, Steven,” she whispers, and I follow her command.
In one thrust, I’m sheathed inside her. Her tight channel wraps around me, clenching. She’s warm and deep. Paradise. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I remain still, buried inside her, letting her get used to the feeling.
“Give me more,” she whispers, impatient, eager. I shift my hips and she cries out again, her body tightening. “Please.”
That one word nearly breaks me. I can’t tease her anymore. I give her what we’re both craving, what my body has been begging for since the moment I first laid eyes on her—I thrust into Junie’s sweet pussy like it’s our last night on Earth.
Just when I’m about to hit my limit, she taps my shoulder and rolls us over so that I’m on my back.
She adjusts her seat on top of me, wiggling her hips with me buried deep inside her.
I loose a strangled groan and grab at her waist, holding her still, before something happens that we’ll both regret.
She looks at me, eyes wide, then seems to understand from the pained look on my face.
“I have an IUD,” she says simply, then gives me the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen. I have a moment to process the fact that an angel is sitting on top of me before she starts to ride—bouncing on my cock like she was born to do it.
“Does that mean—” I choke out, reaching for her clit with my thumb and rubbing small circles that make her mouth drop open. I need to hear her say it.
“Come inside me,” she whispers. “Please.”
That word again. Does she know what it does to me? I push down on her tight bundle of nerves and she clenches around me, milking my cock as I start to shudder.
“Oh fuck,” she cries, slamming her ass down, shaking as she shares her release with me. My head falls back and my hips jerk as I fill her up, holding her in place as I pump her full of my spent desire.
She falls forward, her soft chest bumping against mine as she wilts, and I roll us over again. My cock is still half hard as I leisurely slide in and out, stuffing my load even deeper inside her and feeling our juices leak out of her pretty, puffy lower lips.
She’s limp when I take a nipple between my teeth and lash it with my tongue. She groans, half-heartedly swatting at me until I finally pull out of her tight sheath and collapse on the bed beside her.
She wriggles until her head is on my chest, and I stroke her hair, still smelling her on my fingers. The proud barbarian inside is satisfied and curls up for a nap, pleased by our efforts.
“That was the best—”
“Steven, I—”
“You go ahead,” I say, as she pushes to sitting. All of the tension I thought I’d smoothed away seems to reappear on her forehead.
“It’s just…” she sighs, and I hate that she’s frowning so soon after the best sex of my life.
Am I crazy? Did she not feel it too? My heart pounds.
“I’ve just gotten out of a long relationship where I didn’t feel appreciated.
I thought I could bang this out of my system and then move on, but I don’t want to do that.
I want to keep hanging out with you. I don’t want it to be weird at the sanctuary.
Sorry, I’m just having a million thoughts right now—”
I cut her off with a kiss, stroking her mouth as I hold her chin in place. I move down to her neck, her shoulder, I wrap my lips around her nipple again, making her squirm and moan softly. That’s much better.
“Junie, that was the best sex of my life. I know you’re only here for a few weeks, but I intend to spend as much of that time as possible with you. You better not think you’re off the hook. I already want you again.”
“Now?” she giggles and I push her hand against the growing rod between my legs. “Oh,” she gulps and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. She squeezes my shaft and flicks her thumb over the sensitive head. “Just let me run to the bathroom first.”
Reluctantly, I let her climb out of bed and watch her walk away. I can’t believe my luck—I’m an idiot for pushing her away. I plan to spend every second of the next four weeks making it up to her in smiles and orgasms. I want to know everything about this woman.
From the bathroom, she squeals.
“Are you okay?” I ask as the door flies open.
“You have a toilet!” she cries. “Like a real, actual toilet! Oh my god, I’m never leaving. I live here now. I hope you’re okay with that.”
I laugh. It’s not how I’d planned to convince her, but at least we’re on the same page. I’ve never had a woman stay the night here before—the villa is pretty small—but suddenly I hate the idea of her sleeping anywhere else.
“Stay as long as you like,” I say, truthfully.
She climbs back into bed and tells me her mishaps with the squat toilet in the dorm. If letting her use me for my bathroom appliances means this gorgeous woman wants to spend more time with me, then I’ll install ten more.
The bathroom conversation puts a bit of a pause on our bedroom activities, but I love listening to her talk. We chat and cuddle for hours, naked in each other’s arms, until I feel my cock begin to stir again. I could spend all night buried in her pussy, feeling her wrapped tight around me.
I fuck her hard and deep, fast and sweet. We fuck until we’re both exhausted, falling asleep in a puddle of sweat and fluids.
So much for taking it slow.