So, so much of it comes out as I clench, milking as much as I can. Finally, the tide ends, but I hear him growl, “Don’t worry, darling.” He stays in me as he lifts me up, sitting back on his chair and stroking my hair as I sit there on his stiff cock, a mess of emotion and pleasure, fucked silly as he whispers in my ear.
“With a year in front of us, there will be much, much more where that came from.”
Three years later, I’m still looking back fondly on the first meeting with the man of my dreams. It was such a storm, such a rush, but I needed it in a way I never could have known. The rest of the year passed in absolute bliss. And the best part? That storm of excitement hasn’t ended.
I go by Harper Delaney now, after the wedding outside London where I was already starting to show my first child. Our son is two now, and his two younger siblings are growing up almost as fast as he is. And still, every single night with Will is a new, unexpected bliss. He takes me hard, fast, and strong while we work together on non-profit charities around the world.
I’m sporting a Master’s degree now, and my research broke ground that will have people visiting the island for research purposes for decades to come. I may be happy to work from a home office now, remotely contacting the next bright students heading to the island for their own research and giving advice, but as my children scurry around me and my massive, strong husband wraps his arms around me, kissing the nape of my neck and feeling the fourth child I have starting to swell in my belly, I can’t help but think.
Nobody in the world who goes to that island is going to have as good a time as I did.
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Zach couldn’t help but throb against her; that was nature and instinct acting of its own accord. Otherwise he was sweet and tender, stroking a hand over her back and along her shoulder. “I tried not to think about it back then,” he confessed, “but yeah, I think so.”
His lips kissed softly beneath her ear, “I just wanted more time with you... always. From the moment I first desired women, it was you I wanted to be around, sis.” They swayed and stepped back and forth upon the sand with their nuzzling and touches, “This time together was just a blessing... space to let me come to terms with how I felt for you.”
“I always noticed. I mean since getting here,” she whispered. “I just figured that couldn’t be helped. That it was just ‘cause you were a boy and I didn’t want to embarrass you,” she paused and swallowed, and her voice was so quiet it was barely audible over the birds and the waves that sang and crashed around them, “I didn’t want to hope.”
Zach stilled then, for her words confirmed something more precious and meaningful to him than he would’ve dared hope. He needed a moment to calm his blood, to let that sink in as he slowly moved along her cheek until their lips aligned.
He kissed her there for the first time, plush and full, no more skirting her mouth sheepishly. His tongue snaked out to lap at her gingerly as he squeezed her body in against his, those full breasts mashed against his hard pecs.
It was so much, their youthful bodies so warm and wanting as her arms encircled him. She tugged him nearer and her mouth worked against his so much more frantically. It wasn’t the thoughtful, careful motions of him. Instead it was passion unleashed, her hand working up along his neck and into his hair, feeling him out so eagerly.
It felt wrong to be doing this, Zach realized, but the rightness of it outweighed that. It was so much better to give in, to let his hands slide over her body, feel out her flesh and move down to palm a cheek and squeeze than it was to resist and be a good brother.
As her excitement grew, so did his, and he gave a low groan as he kissed her back passionately. He was barely even aware of it as his free hand stroked along her spine to find the clasp of her bra, undoing it in his lusty haze as his manhood swelled and pulsed so rapidly.