Page 15 of His Curvy Castaway Obsession - A Man Who Knows What He Wants

“Thanks, Shawn,” I murmur, drawing a queer look from Zoe.

“I packed a hamper and blanket too… just in case…” Shawn adds, and I can almost see him winking at me as I notice it, along with some other stuff in a series of wicker baskets usually reserved for dazzling our guests.

“Roger that Shawn.”

I look over to Zoe and squeeze her tight again before getting behind the wheel, the motor sparking to life with a throaty roar that sends white foam up around us straight away.

In seconds we’ve left the yacht behind us and the whole world too by the feel of it. I circle wide around behind the side where the guests will be, getting around to the secret side of the island.

Zoe’s saying something but I can’t quite hear her. She looks happy and that’s all that matters to me. I feel great too, the wind in my hair and Zoe at my side. Nothing else matters for once.

I feel complete.

There’s only one thing missing though, and I plan to make that happen as soon as Zoe’s ready. I wanted to make her mine, to claim her the moment I saw her, and the island’s the perfect, private place to make it a reality.

“Hold on!” I shout to Zoe, really meaning it. With no pier on the other side of the island, I take a run up to the beach, landing the boat right up on the sand after making sure Zoe knows what I intended to do and is hanging on tight enough.

“Wow!” She exclaims, “That was awesome… please tell me old Fanny Bradshaw’s getting a slightly different landing?”

I laugh along with her and then kiss her again, I can’t help it. Seeing her in the sunshine, her hair tousled by the breeze and her face flushed with excitement.

She’s everything I want and more.

I want her more than ever and I tell her so.

She replies with another kiss, deeper and harder than before, with near violent intensity her mouth tells me how bad she wants me too and I feel myself stiffening fully in response. I can finally let my hands start to explore her now that we have some actual privacy.

Holding her face with my hands first, they gradually slide down her neck to her full chest, which heaves as I squeeze her without hesitation. The one thing I’ve been wanting to do since first seeing her yesterday.

Her moans are matched by mine and I pull her as close as I can, my hardness riding up her belly, pressing into her, giving us both a sensational taste of things yet to come.

“Shall we?” I ask her, catching her as I balance myself. The boat pitching wildly to the left as we set it off balance.

Helping her down out of the boat, I reach in and grab a basket and a blanket, offering them to her and taking the other ones too.

“What’s in these?” she asks and I shrug.

“We’ll have to wait and see, I have no idea,” I tell her truthfully, and with the free hand we have each, we reach out and hold each other’s with it as I lead us over the dunes to a spot that I know will be just perfect.

Chapter Eleven

Zoe

Before we even get to the dunes or wherever it is Michael’s taking me, I’ve already decided. I decided a while ago, or rather, I knew it as soon as I met him.

He’s the only man I ever want to be with. I want him to claim me, right now. I’m through waitressing, but I’m even more through with this ache inside me. Being near him and yet feeling so far away, I need him now, inside me more than ever.

It’s not the world’s biggest island, but before long Michael feels me lagging, his hand tugging on mine as I slow down.

“What is it, everything okay?” he asks me, but my look tells him everything. We’re in a ridge between two dunes, and I know I feel enough privacy to wanna stop walking and start loving.

In seconds we’re a tangled heap on the side of a dune. Michael barely manages to get a blanket down as I literally pounce on him. Every bit of pent up desire I have for him is released in a single moment, as soon as we both know we’re alone and now’s the time.

No interruptions.

I’m his and he’s mine.

The sand underneath the blanket is soft, Michaels firm body sandwiched between my own softness and the sand beneath as I straddle him feels so good. His huge hands finally running all over me, then up my legs as he pushes my skirt up feels even better.

I can feel his hardness pushing into my mound, which is soaking now and I instinctively grind down onto him without even thinking to take our clothes off.

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