For the first time in as long as I could remember, I woke up without the remnants of a nightmare in my head.
In the dream I had been having, I was behind the wheel of my schooner and Raine was sitting up ahead of me, leaning against the deck railing with her hair blowing out to one side as we skimmed the waves of the Caribbean Sea. I was smiling, she was beautiful, and when she turned to look back at me, she placed her fingers against her lips for a moment and blew a kiss in my direction. I had a cup of coffee in my hand, and when I took a sip of it, it was just plain, black coffee.
I rolled to one side and pressed my lips to Raine’s cheek before forcing myself to get up. There was a lot I wanted to get done today, and if I lay next to her long enough for her to wake up, I’d want to get my dick back into her. If I did that, the morning would be gone before we even realized it.
The last four days had been incomparable bliss as far as I was concerned. We had located water up the cliff in the form of a small stream – it was barely a trickle out of the rock, really, but more than enough for us to live on indefinitely. The water from the still and the coconuts allowed us not to have to travel to the stream every day, and the water from those sources was also a little fresher than the water coming out of the rock, which had a bit of a sulfur odor to it. Raine would drink it without complaining because frankly she didn’t complain about much of anything, but she always wrinkled her nose. I kept the still going for the couple of cups of water it provided daily, making sure she got it all because I didn’t really give a shit about the smell. Fish and other seafood were plentiful and easy to find and catch here, and the coconuts had at least added a little something else to our meals.
All that survival shit was great, but what mattered the most to me occurred after the sun went down. I had always had an insatiable sexual appetite, but with Raine, I found I was just as satisfied if she curled up next to me when we slept. It wouldn’t have mattered if we had sex beforehand or not because her being there was what I really cared about. I still fucked her every night, but I didn’t feel like I had to. I just wanted to fuck her all the time, so I also fucked her at least once during the day, usually near the edge of the water after her “mandatory” bathing and shaving were complete. I kept telling her I had to do the shaving because she couldn’t handle the knife as well, but that was bullshit. Shaving led to laying her down in the sand and listening to her scream my name when she came. She kept saying we were making love, but I called it fucking because it annoyed her, and the look on her face when I said it made me laugh.
I knew it was lovemaking. I couldn’t have explained why it was different, but it was. Even when I was fucking her hard, it was still making love. It didn’t make any sense when I tried to think about it, but my body knew the difference.
Between sexual escapades on the beach and trips to the water source, I had also started making her a place to live that would be a shitload better than the lean-to shelter we currently used for sleeping. This one would have a floor, which is what I was making first. It was only going to be about twelve feet square, but it would be elevated and keep her out of the wet when it rained. It had taken me the better part of a day just cutting a bunch of stalks all the same length until I had enough and then twisting vine into rope to wrap it all together. Raine watched for a couple hours before she started to get the hang of the ropemaking and eventually weaving, too. She picked up on everything really quickly, and it made me feel proud.
Raine was awake by the time I got back with a little seafood breakfast, hanging out near the edge of the water and washing herself off with seawater and sand. It worked surprisingly well for removing dirt, and Raine said it was a better exfoliation product than some of the stuff Lindsay spent a small fortune on. Of course, she was there without a shirt on, and I couldn’t help myself at that point, shaving included or not. Breakfast was forgotten as I lay her down in the sand and made her mine again while the morning waves rolled over our feet.
“Are we spending another day getting nothing done?” Raine giggled.