We’re just a few yards off the beach in a shelter made of long poles and palm fronds. There are tall palm trees all around us, offering cool shade. Wooden hooks are attached to the walls, and our clothing hangs from them, shifting slightly with the breeze off the water. Bastian is lying next to me on top of a pile of towels, naked. He has one hand behind his head, and he’s staring up at me as I sit beside him with my legs crossed.
“You’re remarkably beautiful,” he says with a smile.
I can feel myself blush. I had just been thinking the same thing about him. I reach up and run my hand through my short, brown hair. I recently had it highlighted to give it a little more pep, but I don’t think it’s remarkable in any way.
“You already got into my pants,” I tell him. “You don’t really have to butter me up now.”
He sits up slightly and balances on one elbow. With his other hand, he reaches out and strokes my thigh.
“I’m not,” he says with a sharp shake of his head. He sounds sincere, and though I shouldn’t doubt the look in his eyes, I can’t quite bring myself to believe it.
“Yes, you are.” I sigh heavily. “I’m just me, and there’s nothing special about me. Besides, I’m sick and I know I don’t look my best. I’m so tired all the time…”
Bastian’s eyes go dark as he sits up the rest of the way and grabs my hand.
“Don’t you fucking say that!” he says as he glares at me. He places his hands on my cheeks and looks right into my eyes. “You are special, and you are fucking beautiful. It radiates out of your eyes, and it feels like it will blind me if I look at you too long, but I can’t look away.”
I open my mouth, but I don’t know what to say in response.
“Everything about you captivates me,” he says, his tone softer now. “Your beauty, your selflessness, your courage—all of it just makes me want you more.”
“I don’t feel brave.” I look away from him and feel pressure behind my eyes. I’ve felt so much fear lately—fear of myself, fear of my body turning against me, and fear of the future. Many times, I have felt it was all too much to bear.
He strokes the side of my face with his rough fingertips, taking me away from my unpleasant thoughts. I’m reminded of what he can do with his hands, both to me and to others. A shiver runs through me though there’s no chill in the ocean breeze.
“You are brave.” He uses his hand to make me look at him and then covers my mouth with his. The kiss is slow and deep, and his tongue runs gently over mine. Without breaking the kiss, he lays me on my back and throws one leg over my hips, pinning me to the ground with his body.
“Are you tired now?” he asks as he nibbles up the side of my face to my ear. He takes the lobe in his mouth and sucks gently.
“No.” I reach up and place my hands on his sides, stroking his skin with my fingers.
“You’re fucking going to be.”
Bastian runs his hands from my waist up to my breasts, cupping them both for a moment before he takes one in his mouth, sucking hard enough that I gasp. As his tongue circles my nipple, I swear I can feel it on my clit. He switches to the other side, and I arch my back in response to his touch.
I close my eyes to the experience, allowing him to do what he will with me. His hands seem to be everywhere at once, and my body sings in response. My muscles clench, my heart rate increases, and each breath is a gasp.
Placing my hands on the side of his head, I bring his mouth to mine, kissing him deeply. I feel his passion so intently, and I want to show him that I feel the same. I need him to know how much I want this—how much I need this.
His hands are all over me—stroking every inch of my skin as his tongue caresses my lips. With each touch, all other thoughts are wiped away from my mind. There is nothing but the two of us in this small shelter, safe and secure. He takes my lower lip in his teeth briefly before pulling back and gazing down at my body.
“So beautiful.” He runs his hand from my stomach to my shoulder. “Are you ready for me? Are you ready to take my cock into that hot little pussy of yours?”
Bastian doesn’t wait for an answer but reaches down between my legs to find out for himself. I feel a single finger slide inside of me, quickly joined by another. He hums in appreciation when he feels how wet I am, grins down at me and winks.
“How bad do you want it, Kandace? How bad do you want to get fucked?”
I look up at him, pleading with my eyes as I raise my hips to press against his hand. He slips his fingers in and out, stroking me on the inside. His thumb rolls around over my clit, causing me to buck up against his hand. He presses against my shoulder to hold me down on the towels, and I’m not sure if I’m annoyed or grateful for the restriction. I want to be closer to him, but I can’t sit up at all with his hand pressed firmly against me. I give in, close my eyes, and allow myself to just revel in the feeling of his hands on me.
As he withdraws his fingers, I groan slowly. A moment later, I welcome the head of his cock at my opening, and he pushes slowly inside—filling me completely. He stills inside of me, leans down, and presses his lips firmly against mine. I open my mouth to him, relaxing against the towels and giving myself to him without hesitation.
He starts to move, taking his time as he backs out of me slowly, then buries himself inside of me. He pauses before sliding in and out again and runs his hands up and down my sides, capturing my breasts, releasing them, and then starting all over again. Each thrust is hard and purposeful.
“You are mine, Kandace,” he tells me. “Mine and mine alone. Do you understand that?”
“I’m yours,” I whisper in response.
My whole body is tingling. We’re both coated in a thin layer of sweat from the actions and the warmth of the sun peeking through small gaps in the shelter. At the same time, the slight breeze cools my skin, keeping the temperature perfectly balanced.