Page 17 of His Curvy Castaway Obsession - A Man Who Knows What He Wants

“I… I’m a virgin.” I stammer, figuring now’s as good a time as any to tell him.

Then I promptly burst into tears.

Chapter Twelve

Michael

I don’t think I’ve been so moved by anything, ever.

Zoe seems to think I’ll think less of her because she’s a virgin, but she couldn’t be further from the truth. It makes me love her more, makes me want her even more.

I’ll be her first and I’ll be her only, how can that not be perfect?

I gently explain this to her, and I tell her it’s okay if she doesn’t want to go all the way just now, we can take it slow. But she points out the obvious…

My raging hard on, about to explode.

“Then stop touching it,” I try telling her, my words cut short with my own groans and moans. She’s really doing it for me, turning me on like nothing else on earth. I’ve never felt this way, certainly never been this friggin’ hard in all my life, but it’s how I feel about Zoe that stands out more for me.

She’s perfect.

“I want you to take me… I need you to claim me Michael, so I know I’m yours…” she tells me, but I can tell right this second might not be that moment, even though a few minutes ago I could’ve sworn that’s what was going to happen.

“It’s alright,” I tell her, stroking her hair and gently pulling her on top of me, without pressing myself too hard into her soft body. It takes some doing, and I have no idea how, but I stop myself from exploding.

I know I have to save it, I have to keep for when I do claim her. I want it to be special anyway. Her first time shouldn’t be in the sand dunes of some development and I tell her so.

“It doesn’t matter where it is, as long as it’s you,” she tells me, “I just… Oh, I don’t know anymore. I feel like the past twenty four hours is a dream,” she sighs, looking out to the patch of ocean visible between the valley of the two dunes.

“It’s a good dream though, isn’t it?” I ask her, knowing how much I feel it is. And she nods.

“Then whenever you want to, I’m yours” I tell her, “And you’re mine.” I remind her, biting gently into her neck, making her squeal with laughter before I kiss her again.

“I love tasting you,” I tell her, “Love tasting you on your own lips as well as mine.”

“And I…” she starts to say something, and I urge her to finish with my eyes,

“I love you, Michael… I really do…” and something between us shifts. We both feel it.

As soon as she says it, my heart melts and I know that I’ll love her until the day I die and then forever after that.

“I love you too, Zoe. I mean that. I loved you the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“Then take me. Fuck me Michael, I mean it. I want you to give it to me. I want all of you.”

We pick right up where we left off, I’m struggling to get out of the clothes I’m half-wearing and I can feel the urgency once again from Zoe.

She just told me it’s special, no matter where we are, and I couldn’t agree more. Even though it would be nice to take her someplace special, but we have forever to do that stuff… our whole lives.

I can feel the shift in the air as well as the power between Zoe and me. There’s a gust of frigid air, followed by the deep, low rumble of thunder.

I figure it’s just my growling, the rushing of blood through my ears in time with the thumping in my chest, but a few stray streaks of lightning that feel right from above us make me pause, noticing that the weather is coming in nasty, and real quick.

Zoe pulls me closer to her, her own breath in my ear, begging me to take her is interrupted by something other than thunder and lightning too.

A familiar but faint crackle, the scratching sound of my earpiece which has come loose. I tear it off and toss it over my shoulder, moaning with excitement as I feel both Zoe’s hands gripping me tight, teasing the inside of her creamy thighs with my meat.

A thick line of my own juices is running from me already and I feel so close that I groan, clenching my jaw tight, willing myself to hold on until I’ve pleased my woman first, and then, only then can I fill her with my seed.

The wind whips up from a slight gust to a near gale in seconds, with the eye of a storm hovering over the whole island, but we’re so close, both of us too close to even care.

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