Page 93 of Wrecked
We’re actually going to do this. We’re going to have sex for the first time in eight years. It only took three days after crashing on this island before letting this man have me again. Three days to break a promise that I never should have made, not when he belongs to me. His heart belongs to me. His soul belongs to me. Hisbodybelongs to me. He’s mine to love, mine to keep, mine to fuck. The thought of another woman’s hands on his skin makes me absolutely feral.
He stands in front of me, stripped down to his tented boxers. I reach out and caress his hard cock through the thin material. He leans forward, hiding his face in the crook of my neck as he groans. I can feel his smile against my skin as I move my hand back and forth, stroking him from root to tip.
He bites down. Hard. Sucking my sensitive flesh into his mouth. He laps the skin with his tongue, easing the sting, and trails his tongue up the side of my throat. His breath tickles as he reaches my ear, his tongue licking the lobe before gently nipping.
“Stop,” he growls in a low whisper against my ear. His hand finds mine, removing it from his rock-hard cock. “I’min control here, Pip. The nights I spent dreaming about the tightness of your wet pussy, the sound of your moans, the taste of your come…this isn’t going to be quick. I’m going to taste you…feel you…fuckyou…over and over until you can’t take it anymore. Until your body is exhausted and the pleasure I give you edges toward pain. And then I’m going to make you come one more time just to make sure you know that…You. Are. Mine. Nod if you understand.”
I nod.
I nod a lot.
I want all of that. All of him. Every bit of the boy I onceknew, and every inch of the man standing before me. He’s different, but the same. His touch feels familiar. His kiss feels like coming home. He is stillmyNate. He’s just…bigger.
Everywhere.
I relinquish the reins, tucking my hands at my side to ensure I keep them to myself. Nate’s lip lifts on one side, appreciating my submission. Almost as if rehearsed, we close the distance between our lips, meeting in the middle. Our kiss is urgent, yet soft. The gentle exploration quickly deepens as our desire takes over. I wrap my arms around his neck, unable to keep them at my sides, while his hands slide down to my waist. He lifts me up, slamming my back into the wall as my legs wrap around his hips. He positions us just right, his cock aligning with my core, and then thrusts against me, letting me feel how much he wants me.
The booming thunder matches the beat of my heart and my body’s response to Nate as he drives into me. Our movements become erratic, venturing on desperate. My core is soaked, and I know that he can feel it through his thin boxers. He moans his approval, and slips his hand inside my leggings, expertly finding his way to my bundle of nerves and circling it with his thumb. I flood his fingers and press harder against him. I need to feel him inside of me, but I’m so close that I can’t help but chase my climax.
“Take what you need, baby. Use me and make yourself come,” he demands.
I feel the telltale spark as tension builds in my core. My cheeks flush as the pressure grows higher and higher. My body begins to shudder as a wave of pleasure explodes, sending euphoric tingles throughout my body. I come hard, whimpering as the shockwaves set me on fire, a feeling almost too intense to handle.
“Nate…Nate…fuck…” I chant as I climax, arching against his hard cock and relentless fingers. I barely come down from my high before he sets me back on my feet, kneels in front of me and yanks my leggings down. My legs wobble, weak from the intensity of my orgasm, but Nate pins me in place with his forearm so that I don’t slide to the ground.
“I need to taste you,” he snarls, like he’s infuriated that I came anywhere but in his mouth. He forces my legs apart with his free hand, and grabs one of my legs, pulling it over his shoulder. I am open and bare to his gaze, and I can tell the moment he sees my dripping release. His eyes flare with a hunger I’ve never seen before. He leans forward, his breath hot against my bare skin, and takes one long swipe of his tongue, ridding me of the sweet mess.
“Mm.” His moan vibrates against my clit seconds before his lips clamp around it. He sucks me hard into his mouth, and I cry out from the sensitivity.
“Shit…shit…shit. It’s too much, Nate. It’s too much,” I nearly sob, while simultaneously thrusting my hips into his face. I can feel his smile against my skin, and if I wasn’t trapped in this place between intense pleasure and euphoric pain, I would smack the smug look off his face.
His tongue enters me deeply, and I slap the wall behind me. I press my back into the boulder and lift my pelvis against his mouth. My head shakes back and forth against the rough, uneven rock. The cool stone against my back is a searing contrast to my overheating body. It almost seems impossible how quickly the tension builds in my core. The tips of my fingers and toes feel numb as warmth spreads throughout my body. I feel an overwhelming urgency to let go and release, but I fight it as the tension builds higher. I cry out as a powerful crescendo of pleasure possesses my senses, and I’m no longer able to see or hear. All I can do is feel is the ecstasy of Nate’s mouth as he fucks me with his tongue.
I can’t take it anymore. I hold my breath as I strain my neck, staring up at the cave ceiling. Hot, searing pleasure travels frommy core, a cataclysmic pressure releases and explodes throughout my body. I come…hard. Nate keeps sucking as the aftershocks set off millions of little fireworks.
Finally, my orgasm releases me, and I practically sit on Nate’s face, my leg muscles too weak to stand on my own. I’m breathing harder than I ever have, yet I feel deeply relaxed and serene. Nate laps at me, cleaning up the mess he made. I can’t even be bothered to be embarrassed about how much there is to clean.
He removes his forearm from my waist, and I slide down the damp wall. I lean my head back against the stone. The only sound that can be heard is our heavy panting and the distant drips of water hitting the cavern floor. Dim light from outside the cave’s entrance forms shadows against the stone, giving the cavern an eerie ambiance.
Nate snickers, “You’re not done yet. Not even close.”
“Can’t,” I respond. At least I think I do. Words no longer make sense in my brain.
I can hear Nate slide closer to me before his hand cups my cheek and turns my head to face him. My eyes flutter open, and I gasp when our gazes lock. His thirst for me is nowhere near quenched, and he’s not going to stop until it is. I can’t help the tiny tingle that shoots through my core, even though I’m clearly spent.
“Taste yourself.” It’s not a question. It’s a command. I lean forward and capture his lips, tasting my essence on his mouth. He slides his tongue between my lips, forcing my musky tang deeper inside. “Fucking delicious,” he says after pulling away. He gently lays me down on the stone ground, maneuvering my body the way he wants it. I’m putty in his hands, and I couldn’t resist even if I tried.
“Do you want my cock, baby?” I am exhausted. I’m sore. My nerves are so sensitive that the thought of even putting my leggings back on has me questioning my life decisions. But thesecond those words leave his lips, there is nothing I want more.
I nod my head enthusiastically.
“Tell me,” he growls. God, there is something about that beastly voice that makes me want to submit to anything he says.
“Yes,” I answer meekly, suddenly feeling a little shy. We’ve never talked dirty before. This is a new experience for me, but I’m a huge fan of the words coming fromhim.
“Yes, what?” he orders. He’s not going to let me off easily.
“Yes, I want your…your cock,” I stammer. I can feel the heat decorating my cheeks, and he cups one side in his hand. He swipes his thumb up and down, and I can only imagine he is tracing the red color.
