I encouraged it, slowly running my hands along my body to clean my skin and increase the feeling of need that was growing between my thighs. Finally, I made my way across the pool to where the waterfall tumbled in. The floor of the pool rose up at this point, leaving piles of rocks that rose up out of the water on either side. I sat on one of the lower rocks so that the level of water was up to my breasts and leaned back against the rock behind me. The water running down into the pool agitated the surface, causing it to bubble and dance across my skin. I closed my eyes and sighed, letting my hand run across my breasts in time with the bubbling. As I touched, my legs opened slowly, as if naturally drawn apart by the promise of the touch of the water. I slid down slightly further on the rock so that I could tilt my hips, opening myself to the rush of the water, and immediately felt a surge of pleasure flow through me.
Biting down on my lip to contain the moan I felt forming in my throat, I arched slightly into the flowing water. The sensation intensified and I cupped my breast, squeezing it and letting my fingertip and thumb pluck my nipple. The combination rocketed between my thighs and I felt my clit become more sensitive as it emerged, seeking more of the stimulation. Images of Hunter filled my mind and played against my closed eyes. I thought of his incredible body, the hidden sexiness that I would have never expected to discover. Even when I had him in the hotel room with me, his body stretched out across mine, I hadn’t known that that was what was waiting for me just on the other side of his shy, nerdy exterior. His reaction to the condoms brought the thought to my mind that while he might not be as inexperienced as Gavin taunted him about, it might not have been too far off.
Somehow that idea was unbearably sexy. I imagined what it would be like to get through that outer shell and show him everything I knew that that body was capable of doing. I imagined undressing him, finding more of the muscles and smooth, velvety skin. If it was anything like the rest of his body, I knew that the cock waiting for me would be long, thick, and incredibly hard. My mouth watered as I thought of wrapping my hand around his shaft and feeling the skin move over the tight muscle beneath. I imagined running the soft head across my lips and tasting his fluids, then taking him in to suck him nearly to the brink of his control.
The feeling of the water was becoming deliciously intense as my mind wandered to Hunter touching me. I imagined that it was his hand cupping at my breast and kneading into the flesh, his mouth coming down to suck the other nipple. My hand slid down my body as I thought of his mouth trailing along my skin and settling between my thighs so that he could taste me the way that I had tasted him. My fingers pressed past my entrance as I imagined that hard cock sinking deep within me. I could feel how hot and wet my walls were, reflecting how much I wanted him. I lifted my hips higher into the swirl of the water as I pumped my fingers inside of me, mimicking the thrusts that I so craved.
It took only seconds to feel the pressure building through my body and the dizzying heat rush across my face and chest. Suddenly I felt my climax crash around me and I forced my fingers as far inside of my body as I could, pressing against the furthest wall as I cried out in response to the powerful contractions that flowed in waves across me. I rode the feeling, giving myself over to it and the thought of Hunter crying out as he came within me, until it slowed and then gently withdrew my fingers and slipped off of the rock to rinse and cool off again beneath the stream of the waterfall.
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Hunter
The sound of Eleanor whimpering and gasping as her hand moved beneath the water was too much for me to handle and I pumped my hand harder. My cock was like a rock in my palm, swollen until it felt like it was going to burst. This was the last thing that I expected to find when I went into the jungle for a break to wash the sweat away from my face. I had intended to just rinse off and go back to work on the shelter, but when I came over the slight hill and saw Eleanor down in the water, her face expressing pure ecstasy, all thoughts of anything else that I might be doing completely left my mind.
She was incredibly gorgeous, even sexier now with her hair wild and wet, her skin lightly touched by the sun, than she had been all dolled up on the cruise ship. The movements of her body caused her breasts to surge upward, occasionally breaking the surface of the water so that I could see them fully, her hand grasping one as the other remained between her thighs. She arched slightly and I saw her fingers inside of her body, and there was nothing that I could do to control myself. My erection was already nearly painful it was so hard and I had to have relief.
I watched Eleanor enjoying herself in the water and let my hand stroke my cock at the fast, intense speed that I would have used if it was plunged deep inside her. Her sounds told me that she was getting closer and closer to her climax, and the more those sweet little sounds filled the air, the more intense the feelings of my own pleasure became until I felt that I was only seconds away from orgasm. I held off until she screamed out and then let myself go, feeling the hard throb of my own blinding climax and then the heat as I spilled out onto the ground. My hand slowed, stroking gently as my cock twitched and pulsed in my palm. I gasped for breath, not wanting to make any sound. I didn’t want her to know that I was there, and yet all I wanted to do was get down in the water with her.
Even if I was, though, I wondered if I would ever be able to cause those sounds to flow out of her and create the powerful feelings that she had just given herself, and that thought alone was enough to pull me away from her and head for the narrow creek trickling through the trees so I could rinse off and go back to the shelter.
Chapter Eleven
Gavin
It was our fourth day on the island and our shelter was coming along better than I had hoped it would, which, to be honest, wasn’t really saying much. I hadn’t thought that either of these people were going to be terribly effective at gathering the materials that were available on the island and converting them into any type of structure that was going to actually provide us with any protection. Eleanor had pretty much fallen right into step with what I anticipated, roaming around the island and doing nothing to help us with any of the preparations we were trying to make. In the time that we had been working, however, Hunter had surprised me. The man seemed distinctly more withdrawn than he had since they climbed onto my boat, but he was willingly going along with the project, working harder and with greater strength than I ever would have expected him to have. Though I was grateful for the benefit that the harder work offered the shelter construction, it didn’t escape me that this could make my job all the more difficult when it finally came time to finish it.
I turned my attention back to the shelter and surveyed what we had accomplished. We already had the basic shape of three rooms framed out with the stiff, sturdy stalks from palm trees and bamboo and were now concentrating on adding a roof that could protect us from the storm that seemed to be hovering just on the edge of happening, grumbling on the horizon like a really pissed off woman. As soon as I had noticed the clouds rolling in, I pushed the construction work into high gear, not wanting to get caught in another storm without anything to protect us. I knew that once we started seeing the wisps of black and red along the sky, heavy rain was soon to follow, and just as I had told Eleanor, when severe weather struck, we weren’t going to be able to rely on the boat to provide us with any form of shelter. Its structural integrity wasn’t enough for us to trust it, which meant that it was just us and the island.
I took the knife from between my teeth and started sawing through the thick stalk of bamboo in front of me, trying to decrease its integrity enough that he could snap it. The fibrous plant was giving its survival the old college try, but I wasn’t going to let it defeat me. I had already taken down a few dozen of its brothers, and I was going to get this one, too.
Oh, dear lord, I was starting to snap. I had inhabited the island with anthropomorphized bamboo. I don’t care how much money this job was worth, if the plants started talking back to me, I was leaving Eleanor behind and swimming to the next closest island.