I leaned backward, placing my hands on his thighs and riding him deep and strong while his soft groans filled my ears. I could feel his hands run down my chest, over my belly, and stop as his fingers massaged my wet clit. I whined loudly as the feeling of pleasure surged through me and my hips twisted and turned. With every movement, I wanted more. With every groan from Milos’s lips, I could feel my neediness begin to set in.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes,” I shouted loudly with desperation.
The sounds of crickets and frogs were drowned out by the echoes of my own moans. I released any inhibitions, letting myself fully drown his cock in my juices. He reached his hands up and pushed me to the side, carefully laying me on the ground and wrapping my legs around his waist. He stroked his cock for several seconds before pushing it back in, slowly at first, and then increasing in speed. His body slammed against mine, and I arched my back in pleasure. The waves lapped up under my body, splashing against my ass and sending waves of arousal through my chest. Milos leaned his body against mine, digging his knees into the sand and thrusting harder. We rolled through the wet sand until I was back on top, and I spread my legs while he pushed and pulled at my waist.
The water splashed up over us, and I laughed loudly as I brushed my hair from my face. We scooted up the beach a bit to keep from drowning, and Milos moved over the top of me, finding his sweet sensibility once again. He ran his hand up my wet leg and pushed two of his fingers inside of me. I groaned at the feeling, and my breath began to pick up once again. The air moved across my nipples, hardening them instantly, and as he fingered my pussy, he
leaned down and bit at them. With each gentle stroke of his hand, I could feel the pressure building inside of me. I grabbed on to his wrist and pulled him on top of me.
“I want to feel you inside of me when I come,” I whispered.
He pushed his cock back into me and thrust hard against my body. My nails scratched down his shoulders as he pushed me further and further toward ecstasy. I started to grind my hips forward, and he pushed his dick hard and groaned at the feeling it sent through both of us. My arms dropped to the ground, and I arched my back, grabbing at the white dust and feeling it slip through my knuckles.
Milos’s body began to tense strongly as he moved faster and faster, pushing into me hard and then pulling back. My moans began to shorten into small bursts of wailing, and I grabbed his shoulders when I screamed with pleasure. The orgasm hit me hard, and I couldn’t control my head from whipping back and my mouth from groaning wildly. I could feel Milos speed up as he felt my juices explode all over his shaft. With several deep thrusts, he growled loudly, and his cock exploded his seed, and his body shivered from the pleasure.
Though his body had achieved its desires, his hips continued to move slowly, and I could feel my pulse race with each thrust. After a few moments, his body collapsed into the sand next to me, and he turned on his back, trying to catch his breath. I put my hand to my chest and laughed softly at how absolutely amazing that felt.
I leaned my head back into the sand and focused on the moon, now high in the night sky. My breathing slowed down, and my pulse lessened, but there was no rush to get up. Instead, Milos reached over and clasped my hand in his, and we lay there watching the bright flashes of shooting stars go over our heads. At that moment, I felt both full of love and very, very tiny in this gigantic universe.
Just a year ago, I was dancing my heart out for money in Prague. Now, I was the future Queen of Silesia, lying next to my husband on my own island in the middle of the Pacific. I reached up and ran my hand over my belly, in awe of how quickly life changed around me. Milos and I had become that perfect couple I never thought existed. He was attentive, loving, and completely ready to start this family. The way our bodies danced across the shore, intertwined with each other, was exactly how I saw our love for each other. We had been through so much in such a small amount of time, that it seemed impossible that anything could come between us at that point. Finally, after so many years, I could say that I absolutely loved my life and everyone in it. And initially misled or not, I had Milos to thank for that.
As the moon glowed in the night sky and we watched the world pass us by, I could feel the bond between us strengthen. That was the exact moment that I let go of all my fears and settled into this beautiful life. I was madly in love, and I would protect that forever.
22
Milos
I lay in the bed with the breeze cascading over me, and I watched Adriana begin to stir. We were so exhausted by the time we got to bed last night, we’d been out cold within minutes. The fabric draped from the bedposts fluttered in the breeze, giving the morning a lazy, dreamlike quality.
I ran my hand up Adriana’s beautiful, smooth back and watched while a smile spread across her lips. I leaned down and kissed her shoulder, admiring how absolutely gorgeous she was.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I whispered.
She groaned and stretched her arms out. “Morning to you, sir.”
“I thought we might grab a quick snack and head out into the woods,” I said, rubbing her shoulders. “I was told there were mango trees and berry plants around here.”
“I love fruit,” she mumbled cutely.
“I know,” I said, laughing as I slipped out of the bed. “I’ll go start the coffee.”
She smiled. “You know just what to say to a girl.” She opened her eyes and watched me cross the room and grab my shorts. “Clothes are optional.”
I laughed.
As soon as the coffee was done and I had pulled the croissants from the oven, we chowed down, hungrier than I thought. It was another beautiful day in paradise. We got dressed and headed out into the woods to hunt for fruit. As we walked along, stepping over fallen branches and staring up into the tropical forest canopy, I couldn’t help but think about how perfect this woman was for me. She was smart, beautiful, kind, and loved everyone around her, except Zlata. Adriana wasn’t a fan, but neither was I. So we had that in common, too.
The sun pushed through the canopy, spreading rays of light across the forest floor. Everything just seemed like it was more than perfect. Adriana pointed to the left where she had found a mango tree. We pulled out our bags and loaded up on sweet, fresh mango, before venturing further into the forest. Along the way, we stopped and picked berries, and Adriana took pictures of the small frogs perched on leaves of the trees.
We must have walked around the entire island by the time we were ready to head back. She stood looking at me with her big eyes and smiled as she sipped from her water bottle. Suddenly, we heard a sound to the right of us, and I put my arm up in alarm, shielding Adriana and the baby. We both crouched down, unaware of what animals inhabited the island, and pushed through the patch of tall, leafy bushes next to us. As we emerged into the small clearing, Adriana gasped and covered her mouth. Swinging, playing, and eating from the low-lying branches of the trees were small monkeys.
“Look at them,” she squealed, very excited. “They are adorable.”
She attempted to walk forward, but I shook my head at her, not wanting her to get injured in any way. I grabbed her wrist and began to climb the large roots of one of the nearby trees. When we had reached its peak, we sat down, swinging our legs beneath us and watching the monkeys swing about around us. They were just as curious as we were, and I couldn’t help but be completely smitten by Adriana’s wide, excited eyes and the cute little chirping sound that escaped her lips.
One of the younger monkeys crept close to us, and Adriana grabbed a mango from her pouch. She reached the fruit toward the furry creature and watched as it slowly reached forward and took the fruit, before running back to the safety of its family.