His fingertips seemed to count my ribs as they traveled down my side, then dipped into my waist. The waves were washing up higher now and I could feel the water sweeping over my hips. The pull of the waves rushing back into the ocean dragged the sand out from beneath me, creating another delicious sensation. It pulled me closer to the ocean and onto flatter sand, causing me to lay back completely. As if the position lifting my breasts up toward him was an invitation, Hunter dipped his head down and I felt the tip of his tongue rush across one nipple. He repeated this on the other side and I felt myself shaking harder, unexpected pressure building throughout my body.
Hunter opened his mouth over my breast, drawing it in so that his tongue stroked along the bottom curve and the gentle pressure tantalized my nipple. Just at that moment, a larger wave crashed over me, bringing with it a sudden orgasm that made me cry out and arch against the sand. I grasped at Hunter beside me, digging my fingers into his thigh as I rode out the throbbing spasms of pleasure that coursed through me. When they ended, I lay breathless against the sand, letting the surging and waning waves cool my skin and relax my twitching, trembling muscles.
Finally, I felt like I could open my eyes and I looked up at him. I gave a tremulous smile at the look of surprised awe in his eyes and reached my arms up for him. Hunter folded down into them, easing his body up and over so that he stretched over me. I relished the feeling of his weight pressing down on me and his mouth capturing mine for a long, languid kiss. I could have laid there for the rest of the day just enjoying the feeling of his heartbeat against my chest and his tongue sliding against mine, but all too soon the tide got too high and we had to move to prevent the waves from washing up over our heads.
I was still processing the incredible, unexpected climax when we stood and made our way back up the sand toward the piles of debris that Hunter had created. The sun warmed my bare skin and I felt strangely comfortable though I was walking completely naked along the beach. I knew that I was going to need to put clothes on again at some point if only to protect myself from the plants and bugs in the jungle, but I wasn’t in any hurry to cover myself and lose the awakening, delirious feeling that I had found. It was as though Hunter had opened something within me, connecting me to the natural essence within me, and I was ready to discover more of that wild.
Hunter and I exchanged smiles and went about gathering the debris that he hadn’t gotten to before I stripped down. I was gradually piecing together the collection of knives and tools that we had been using when I glanced back toward Hunter and saw him carrying a metal box tucked under his arm as he stared down at the sand. He was walking slowly, methodically, as though he were scouring the beach for something specific. As I watched, he suddenly dipped down and scooped something out of the sand. He shook it off and dropped it into the box and then kicked at the sand around him before moving on another two steps and repeating the scouring process. I was fascinated by the progress, unsure of what he was trying to find. He dipped down again and picked something else up. As he shook the sand off of it, I saw the sunlight glint off of it and realized that he was holding the foil packet of one of the condoms that had tumbled out of the supply box when he was getting a knife to work on the shelter before the storm.
My heart fluttered in my chest, and I looked away before he had a chance to notice me watching him, for some reason not wanting Hunter to know that I had seen him.
Talk about searching for hidden treasure.
I went back to gathering up the tools and setting them in a pile, intending to put them in the first box that I found cast onto the beach. Even though my body was still humming from the climax he had just given me, my mind was racing with thoughts of how much more we could discover together with those little treasures he was so carefully stocking away.
Chapter Sixteen
Gavin
I tore my shirt into long strips and wound one of them around the gash in my arm, using my teeth to help me tighten it. My arm ached and I could feel the blood pumping into it, trying to force itself against the pressure of the bandage. I opened and closed my hand a few times, trying to release the tension and ease the discomfort in the injury.
“I told them that the fucking storm was coming,” I muttered to myself because, frankly, there was no one else around for me to mutter to. “I told them. But did they care? Did they listen to me? Of course not. They are so wrapped up in making goo goo eyes at each other and not just fucking and getting it over with, or getting bit by fucking snakes and sprawling out in a cave to actually get ready for it.”
I tried to think of a few more ways that I could spit out some profanity, but I seemed to have lost the groove and just gave a defeated sigh and finished the knot of my bandage by tucking the ends underneath. The last thing I needed right then was to get the ends caught on one of the fallen trees and dislocate my shoulder. The storm had battered this island and I wondered how the other two had fared. If they had stayed in the cave, they might have gotten through it alright, but if they had tried to use the half-finished shelter they were likely pinned to the jungle floor with palm shards at this point. I spent a few seconds contemplating this, trying to determine if I really cared either way.
Of course, it hadn’t been the storm that had caused the injury that I was now hoping that I could keep from getting infected for however long I was going to be here. Open wounds in hot, humid weather were never a pleasant prospect. No, that had been my realization that in my haste to hop into the life raft and make my way to this island I hadn’t through to bring any food with me and that I needed to scavenge some. The other island had been abundant in fruit trees and the shallow tide pools near the shore made it easy to catch fish. This island, however, seemed little more than a tangle of trees and what few fish I had seen flitting around the water were not as simple to catch when I was without my spear. This had brought me up into the branches of one of the trees having a distinct difference of opinion with a large rat. I thought that it would make a tasty lunch and it thought that that wasn’t something that it was interested in doing.
I had perched on the edge of the branch, planning to drop down on the rat with the large stick that I held, but as soon as I started to shift my weight, the branch had given way under me and I fell down through the rest of the branches and into the undergrowth, catching my arm on the sharply pointed edge of one of the plants beneath. If I hadn’t actually seen it happen, I would have thought that I had been bitten by the plant because the wound was so deep and so painful.