He bathed me with his tongue, lapping the sweet nectar from my skin. Gathering some of it onto his lips, he lifted his head to kiss me, sharing some of the bright flavor with me. I kissed him eagerly and took my arm out from under my head to rest fully on the rocks again. Arching my back, I presented my breasts to Hunter, aching for more attention.
Hunter obliged, crushing the fruit against one of my breasts. The soft texture of the flesh stimulated my nipple and I parted my thighs, bending my knees up so that I could draw my body closer to him. He suckled the juice and bits of fruit from my breast, feeding some of it to me with another passionate kiss. I rocked my hips, but he didn’t touch me the way that I expected him to. Instead, he pressed his hand to the center of my chest and brought it down until it reached my hips. He applied guiding pressure to my hipbone to flip me over onto my belly. His hand traveled down my back and onto my thigh and he swept my leg up so it bent beside me, lifting my hips slightly. He brushed my hair over my shoulder and I felt the cool juice touch between my hipbones and trail down my spine, pooling at the small of my back. Hunter’s tongue followed it, licking it off of my spine and then sucking up the small pool like a shot. His hand tucked beneath my hips and lifted them up higher so that he could press the fruit against my core.
The soft, cool flesh stimulated me and I felt my body responding passionately, bucking back toward him and lifting my hips higher. An instant later I felt the fruit leave and his tongue delve between my thighs and into the heat of my core. Hunter’s tongue was nearly frantic, a stark contrast to the slow patience of the night before as he explored the fantasy that he had held within him and carefully played it out. Even hours later my body was still sensitive from that powerful encounter and within seconds of his focused, determined ministrations, I felt myself rushing headlong toward orgasm. Just before I tumbled over the edge, though, Hunter pulled away and I heard the tearing sound of him opening another condom. An instant later he took his position behind me again and plunged his engorged cock into me, pressing me down against the rocks as he fucked me with blinding intensity.
At that angle, every intense thrust slammed into my g-spot and it was only seconds before I exploded, crashing into tremors that made me scream out into the stillness of the morning. I looked back over my shoulder and saw Hunter pull his hips back so that he could grip the base of his cock and rub the tip through my spasming folds, occasionally nudging at my humming clit. I groaned and arched back to press toward him as he continued to tease me. Finally, he positioned the head of his erection against my opening and grabbed hold of my hips, pulling them back hard so he could plunge into me again.
Without withdrawing from me, Hunter guided me up onto my knees so that my legs were wide and my chest was pressed to the ground. This new position created an even more overwhelming sensation that was nearly too much for me. Hunter leaned forward and ran his tongue along my spine again, causing his body to envelope me. This created an exquisite balance between rough, almost dominating control and tender, gentle nurturing.
Hunter thrust into me at a fast, intense pace. Each stroke seemed to get harder in response to the sounds spilling from my lips getting louder and higher. He slipped his hand under my belly so that he could circle the pad of his thumb against my clit. I fought to hold back as the sensations became even more incredible, wanting for us to come together, to further meld our existence in one exceptional, exquisite moment. Hunter let out deep, guttural grunts with each thrust until he pushed forward suddenly to impale me one final time.
The almost painful, blissfully pleasurable sensation sent me plummeting over the brink and I screamed out his name, immediately sending him into his own climax. The pulses of his cock were frantic and I could feel the rush of his orgasm into the condom, pushing me into another powerful wave. He finally rested down on top of me and wrapped his arms around my chest, cupping my breasts with his hands. He lay there for a few sweet moments before pulling out and walking away to dispose of the condom. When he came back I had sat up and I tilted my face toward him for a kiss.
“Good morning,” I said, realizing that I hadn’t offered him the greeting.
He smiled and took my hands, helping me to my feet before giving me another kiss.
“What do you say we go down to the water and take a bath before we get started on the shelter again?”
“That sounds wonderful,” I said.
As much as I didn’t want to wash away his touch, the thought of the cool water in the already-hot day sounded delightful. Even working on the shelter again sounded delightful since I knew that I would be doing it with Hunter. Somehow working alongside him didn’t have the same feeling of miserable work that it had when we were contending with Gavin. The thought of the other man sent pinpricks of anger through the veil of delicious, humming afterglow and I quickly pushed it away. This was beyond anything that I could have dreamed of and I didn’t want to give anything the power to take it away.
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Gavin
The conversation with my client had gone less than well and I was still feeling the sting of the shouting in my ear when I woke up the next morning. I was curled in on myself in a hammock that Sophie had apparently woven and I struggled to get out as it swung and twisted on the trees where it hung. I would have preferred to just sleep on the ground, but Sophie and Edwin had insisted that no guest of theirs was going to go without the best accommodations. I hadn’t bothered to point out that I wasn’t so much a guest of theirs as a hostage of the island. My aged hosts had fed me until I couldn’t eat another bite and provided me with a constant flow of the tea, so I wasn’t going to argue with them.
I finally fought myself out of the grip of the hammock and got to my feet. I headed toward the house and found Sophie and Edwin already moving around the clearing, hanging wet laundry on a clothesline and stirring a fragrant stew that hung over the fire. They looked as though they had been awake for hours and I wondered how long they had let me sleep.
“There you are,” Sophie said in her cheery voice. “You sure must have been exhausted. I haven’t seen anyone sleep like that since my nursing days.”
“I was,” I agreed.
“Well, I’m glad you’re up. You have some company,” she said as she gestured behind me.
I felt my heart sink a little and turned around. My client was standing on the other side of the clearing, glaring at me through a vicious, tight-lipped smile. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her hair pulled back into a severe bun, and she looked even angrier than she had sounded when I spoke to her the night before.
“Did you sleep well, Gavin?” she asked.
“I did,” I said, not wanting to offend Sophie and Edwin.
“Good,” she said.
Yeah, because after seeing that face I might never sleep again. I had seen a lot in my military career, but the deadness in this woman’s eyes rivaled it.
“Thank you very much for your hospitality,” I said to the pair and then started across the clearing. “Come on, Lucille, we should get going.”