I leaned down and kissed her deeply, cupping my hands underneath her ass. She wiggled against me and I revelled in the uniquely perfect fit between our bodies, her curves against my solid muscle. Slowly, I carried her out of the water and brought us over to the long, flat rock she’d used earlier to prepare our dinner.
“So glad you cleaned your work surface.” I smiled, sitting us down on it.
“I’m a professional chef,” she informed me. “Or at least I want to be. If you could get a diploma from watching YouTube videos, I’d have, like ten. I know all about mise en place. Clean up as you go.”
“I don’t know about mise en place, but clean up as you go makes sense. And now we can use this surface.” I kissed her lips, her cheek, her ear, my hands lightly circling her waist.
“Exactly,” she agreed, kissing my neck, her hands wandering down my chest. “You chop carrots on a cutting board. You wash it off, then you can chop your mushrooms.”
“Just what I’m talking about,” I agreed. “You prep dinner on a rock. You wash it off, then you can fuck your woman on it.” I untied the neck of her bikini top and let it fall down around her waist.
She laughed, full and throaty, then sighed with pleasure as I caressed her breasts. “What do you think, Caroline?” I asked as she pressed against me, her legs straddling me on either side. “How would you like it?” I rocked my cock against her and she moaned, bucking against me as I rolled her nipples between my fingers.
“I have all kinds of ideas.” I watched her as she swayed against me, her head tilting back, her mouth opening in desire. That gave me a good one.
“I want you to get down on your knees,” I murmured, pulling her off my waist. She whimpered in disappointment over our separation, and I instantly missed the connection, too. But all good things came to those who waited.
She kneeled before me, her gorgeous breasts splayed out naked, her hair wet and winding down her back. Just the sight of her kneeling before me, looking up eager and adoring, had me rock hard. I brought my hand to my shaft, pressing against the cotton of my briefs, and gave it a squeeze. She followed my movement, her eyes fixed on the growing bulge, and she licked her lips.
“Take off everything,” I ordered, my voice already thick with need. She did as she was told, untying the rest of her top and her bottoms. String bikinis looked so good on and came off so nice and fast. And they had so many different uses. I slid down my briefs, tossing them to the side. Then I picked up her bikini top and walked around behind her.
Grasping her wrists in my hand, I pulled them behind her back, crossing them at the top of her ass. Improvising, without any of my usual restraints, I took the bikini and began winding it around her wrists. It would do.
“What are you doing?” she asked, twisting a bit in my grasp. Not struggling, exactly, but she sounded slightly nervous and unsure. My cock ached at her inexperience, her newness to it all. I bet no one had ever bound her before.
“I’m binding your wrists behind your back,” I whispered in her ear, leaning over her as I tied her tight. “How does that feel?”
“Um…” She pulled a bit at her ties. “I’m not sure.”
I walked around, watching her there before me kneeling and bound, her back slightly arched, her tits thrust up as she strained and wiggled against her restraints. Cock in my hand, I began to stroke it, relishing the sight of her displayed like that.
“Spread your legs for me,” I commanded, standing directly before her. She looked up, eyes wide, struggling with mixed emotions, confused and unsure. Then she locked in on my cock, hard and huge in my palm. And her lips parted, an instinctual response, a slight moan coming from deep inside her.
I sat back down on the rock before her, my cock now level with her mouth, and I stroked it in front of her. She watched, mesmerized, as I ran my hand along its length.
“I told you to spread for me. Do it.” I spoke to her low, level and authoritative. She moved at my command, inching one knee to the side, then the other until she kneeled before me as I wanted.
“Good,” I praised her, hand working my cock. “Now tell me how you like being naked and tied up on your knees? Are you wet from the feel of serving me?”
She moaned, her eyelids flickering half closed, and I saw her hips move in a sensual undulation. I bet she wished she had her hands free so she could touch herself.
“If I untied you, would you touch yourself for me?” I asked in a whisper.
“Yes,” she answered instantly, eager, needy.
I chuckled. “But I’m enjoying the sight of you with your wrists bound behind your back.” I brought my hands to her bare breasts, caressing her lightly, tracing the outline of her mounds, brushing against her nipples. “You’re so vulnerable like this.” I stroked her with my voice, too, coaxing out her desire, getting her to surrender to it, to me. “I can do anything I want with you.”
She moaned, her head tilted back, eyes fully closed. But I wanted her to watch. “Eyes open!” I commanded and she quickly snapped her head up, opening them wide. “Look at how I play with you.”
We both watched as my large hands cupped her breasts, squeezing. Then I bent down and sucked, taking her nipples into my hot, demanding mouth.
“Colt!” she gasped as I pinched, then licked and sucked her fat nipples.
“Are you wet?” I asked, sitting back up, slowly trailing my hand down to her pussy. Sliding my fingers along her dripping, slippery heat, I groaned in satisfaction. She liked the feel of restraint, of having her wrists tied behind her, kneeling before me. I’d known she would.
“I’ve wanted to see you like this from the moment I first saw you.”
“I did have my wrists bound when we met,” she recalled, breathlessly.
“Yes, you did. I knew I had to get you like that for me again so I could play with you.”
“You really went to extremes with the plane crash.”
“Just my dumb luck that I now have you all to myself on a deserted tropical island.” Pressing against her clit, working my fingers up inside her, I licked her breasts. “I remember seeing your nipples pressing through your T-shirt. It made me want to do this.” I sucked on her nipple, groaning, circling it with my tongue as I did the same on her throbbing clit with my thumb.
She pushed against me, arching into it, an orgasm building, growing inside of her. But not yet. I sat back, taking my hands away. She looked up, disappointed, slightly pouty. I grasped my thick cock in my hands and her pout went away as she watched me stroke it.
“You’re going to get to come, baby. Don’t worry. But first I want you to su
ck my cock.”
“Yes,” she exhaled, seeming to really like the idea.
“You want this?” I asked, angling it toward her, the thick crown glistening with arousal. She licked her lips, looking hungry. “Come here and show me.”
She closed the small space between us, leaning forward, her pretty mouth open, and she started with her tongue, giving my tip a long, slow, savoring lick. She groaned with pleasure at my taste, then took in more, wet and sucking. The sight of her opening wide, working to suck my cock, got me even harder.
“Yes, like that,” I praised her as she started moving along my shaft, taking me down her throat. I brought my hand to the back of her neck and guided her on my cock, showing her how I wanted it, teaching her the rhythm. The sounds she made as she sucked me, deep satisfaction, moans of desire, wet and needy, nearly made me come. But I held back, enjoying the ride way too much to get off just yet.
Watching her suck me so good, her wrists tied at her back, I started thrusting down her throat. She took it all, eagerly. Her eyes widened and I could tell it was a lot of effort, but she wanted it.
“So good,” I groaned, bringing my hand down to her pussy. Dripping wet, she moaned on my cock as I started finger-fucking her in rhythm with my thrusts.
But then it was too much. I had to be inside of her, had to fill her with my come. I pulled her off and there was that look again of pouty disappointment. She’d wanted to swallow my come, and I’d make sure she’d get the chance sometime soon. But now I pulled off the ties from her wrists and guided her down onto all fours.
“I need to come inside you,” I grunted as I kneeled behind her and grabbed her hips.
“Yes!” she cried out as I entered her in one long, powerful thrust.
“Fuck!” I slammed into her hard, ramming my cock into her pussy, so wet, so hot, so tight around me it nearly made me blackout. I knew I was being rough with her, as I had been earlier that day against the wall of the cave, but I couldn’t hold back. She was mine, my woman, and I needed to mark her, fuck her, fill her with my seed.