Page 82 of Stranded

“Weston!” I gasp, his hard cock connecting with my core through his cargo pants. He pushes his hips against my bare pussy, grinding himself against me, licking and sucking my neck as I beg for more.

With one hand on my ass, he moves the other one lower and manages to sink two fingers inside me from behind. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me right now.”

He pumps his fingers in and out in rhythm with his thrusting hips, making me whimper in pleasure. His mouth moves up my neck, to my cheek, before finally landing back on my mouth. I hold him to me as he kisses me deeply, sending warmth through my entire body.

“Can you take another one, baby?” I nod my head eagerly and he grins. He leans his forehead against mine then pushes a third finger into me and I gasp at the fullness. “Fuck, baby. You’re so tight. You’re taking me like such a good girl.”

I moan loudly, his words and actions bringing me closer to my release. My entire body is on fire, as if I’m being completely consumed by him. “You gonna come for me, baby? You gonna soak my pants with your release?”

“Yes!” I gasp, bucking my hips to take his fingers deeper. And when his thumb finds my clit, I scream loudly, my entire body shaking as I come on his fingers.

He covers my mouth with his, swallowing my screams of pleasure as he helps me ride it out. When I finally feel the last of my orgasm fade, I melt into his arms as he holds me against him. He places a kiss on my neck as he sways us from side to side.

“You’re so beautiful, Zee.”

“Mmm,” I reply, not being able to say much, my body feeling like jelly.

He takes a seat, his back to the wall, as I straddle him, my head resting on his chest, listening to his heart beat while he rubs my back.

“Zee?” he asks after we’re both quiet for a few minutes.

I lift my head to meet his gaze.

“Promise me you won’t try anything like that again. I can’t imagine what would have happened if you fell and I wasn’t there to catch you.”

“I only fell because you startled me.” His eyes narrow, making me roll mine. “Fine, I promise, no more cliff climbing without supervision.”

He reaches up and cups my cheeks, his thumb softly stroking my skin as his eyes explore my face. “You know I’m only like this because I care so much about you?”

“I care about you, too.” I give him a small smile, which he returns.

He reaches down and pulls something out from one of his side pockets. Gripping it tightly in his fist, he brings his hand up between us. “There’s something I want you to have.”

“Oh?” Intrigued, I eye his hand and wonder what it could be.

He opens his palm, and my eyes widen at the beautiful necklace. The one I’d seen them with when they first arrived. I’d forgotten about it.

“This is for me?” I ask, stroking my finger over the seashell charm.

“If you want it.”

“I do, Weston. It’s so pretty.” I pick it up and admire the delicate silver chain. “Where did you get it? You’re sure it wasn’t meant for someone else?” A small ball of doubt starts to form in my gut. Did these guys have girlfriends back in the real world? Do they just see me as some island fling? Nobody had actually clarified that one way or the other.

“It was always meant for you,” he says, taking it from me and clasping it around my neck.

“What do you mean? You had it before you even knew I existed.”

“You’ll think it’s dumb,” he whispers, avoiding my eyes as he lays the charm against the top of my chest.

“I’m sure I won’t. Tell me?” I ask, lifting his chin so his eyes meet mine.

He lets out a deep breath as he rubs his finger over the seashell. “I saw it in the Perth airport.”

My eyes widen at that piece of info I somehow haven’t heard before. “You flew out of Perth?” I ask, unable to hold my question back.

“Yeah, why?” His eyebrows furrow as he looks up at me.

“Oh, no reason, just curious. Carry on,” I say, hoping he doesn’t dwell on my question any longer. I’m grateful when he picks his story back up quickly.

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