“Guess this would be a good time to ask if you’re on the pill,” I say, feeling a little sheepish that I let things go this far before it even occurred to me.
“Yes, yes,” she says impatiently. She glances at me over her shoulder, her face flushed. “I’m protected, I have an IUD, I’m clean.”
“Just got to be sure.” I pause, no need to tell her how long it’s been since I was with someone, nor that I usually take every precaution. Condoms were the one thing I didn’t think to pack.
“Tai,” she whines, sounding breathless, impatient.
“It’s Captain Wakefield,” I tell her, grinning.
“Captain Wakefield. What are you waiting for?”
Nothing.
I suck in my breath and with one swift, hard thrust I plunge my cock deep inside of her.
“Fuck!” Daisy yelps, and I realize I may have been a bit rough.
I’m about to apologize when she cries out, “Keep going.”
That I can do. I slowly pull out and then spear her again, my cock sinking into the hilt as my fingers make bruises on her hips.
Now I’m groaning, my eyes falling closed as my head goes back to the sky. We slowly build up a rhythm. The slow drag of me pulling out, the hard thrust as I piston my hips into her.
Her ass shakes and jiggles with each deliberate thrust, spurring me on to go harder, deeper. I tighten my hold on her, tilting her and adjusting myself so that I’m grinding against her in all the right places, my balls swinging against her ass.
“Oh god,” she says through a moan. “Yes, keep going.”
All the encouragement I need.
I bite my lip and keep pumping into her, my glutes getting a workout as I rhythmically pound and pound and pound. Sweat is pouring off of me, splashing onto her skin, the humidity mixing with my exertion.
Without losing cadence, I reach down with one hand and find her clit, soft and silky, aching for my touch.
“Tai,” she whimpers. “I’m going to come.”
I knew she would. If I learned anything from those dreams of hers, it’s that she doesn’t take long at all.
And, despite all my efforts to keep myself back, it’s not going to take long for me either.
With my finger slipping and sliding all over her swollen clit, I stroke that sensitive bundle of nerves until she’s tense and ready to explode. Then, as she yells out my name and begins to shake and shudder, clenching around my cock, I let go.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I growl, thrusting in harder and deeper, faster, like I’m trying to impale her right into the sand. Everything inside me tenses from my balls to my chest and then I’m being walloped by a tsunami, the orgasm ripping me apart and dragging me out to sea.
In these depths I don’t even know what I’m doing, just that I’m an incoherent mess, a man who is sinking faster and faster, until everything is black.
“Fucking hell,” I manage to say, partially collapsing on top of Daisy, whose face is already pressed against the sand, unable to keep herself up, her ass raised.
What even was that? How was that even possible?
Damn.
It feels like it takes forever for my heart rate to slow and for my breath to return to normal, but time ceases to have meaning. I am in no rush, all I need is right here. My cock still inside of her as she softly pulses around it, my hot, damp skin against her skin, the both of us burning up underneath the rising sun.
Eventually, though, we have to part.
I straighten up, running my hand down over her back, placing little kisses on her spine, before I grab her hips and pull out.
I’m not sure what to say to her. I don’t know if there is anything to say.
Except that part of me wants to thank her.
Thank her for being so persistent. Thank her for opening up my eyes.
I knew it wouldn’t just be a casual fuck with her, and as the reality is slowly comes back in, I know I want more.
I want us to be together. Just like this.
Again and again.
Until when? The voice in my head asks.
I don’t have an answer.
But I know what I want.
“I think this is the first time I’ve ever gotten sandburn,” she says to me, turning around and getting to her knees. She shows me her palms, which are all red.
“Sorry,” I tell her, not really sorry at all. I get to my feet and grab her hand, pulling her up. I gesture to both our knees, also red. “Looks like a work hazard.”
She grins, then suddenly turns shy. I guess because we’re both standing here naked in the stark light, though perhaps it’s because I just nailed her like a madman.
I bend down and pick up her clothes, handing them to her. “You may want these. As much as I would like to stay on Naked Island all day, I’m not sure your sister would appreciate it.” I pause. “Richard might.”