“Take me. Take me now,” I say.
I feel one hand leave my ass as he yanks down his shorts, underwear and all, causing his dick to press straight up and against the fabric that covers my hole.
With his free hand he unbuttons my shorts and pulls them and my panties to mid-thigh. I feel the cool breeze against my ass and my pussy and a split second later I feel the head of his dick touching my opening.
“There’s no going back once I’m inside you. You’re mine forever then.”
“I’m already yours. Take me and make me whole.”
A growl reverberates through his throat, his mouth closed but the sound very audible, just before his hand slides back to my tailbone and he lowers my body down his pole.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he says.
I can only reply with a moan and a whimper.
“You feel so damn good. So perfect. Your pussy was made for me and now it’s time to claim it.”
His pelvis tucks forward as his ass flexes in rhythm as he bounces me up and down on his cock, spreading me. I can feel the inside of my walls opening for him and all the nerve endings that fill me going crazy as they finally get stimulated for the first time in my twenty-two years.
My eyes close and then open as I look over his shoulder as I ride him. All I can see are small waves coming toward us underneath the giant circle that is a full moon over the French Polynesian skyline.
A minute ago he said I deserve better but as he enters me in this wonderland I know I’ve already found the best.
Him. Anywhere.
His thrusts increase in speed and depth until I feel myself bottoming out at his balls with each thrust.
As another small knee-high wave washes in I feel a wave wash through me and in rhythm, just as it’s about to come crashing down onto the shore I feel my own wave breaking.
“I’m gonna come!” I yell oblivious to anyone or anything that might be around us.
“Come on my cock,” he says.
“Uh huh,” I say and know I’m no more than a few seconds away.
“Uh,” he grunts and I know he’s close too.
And then my body stills for a split second before I completely unleash my juices on him and immediately I feel a geyser erupt inside me as he fills me with his seed.
His cock jerks wildly as he spews deep inside me and I come again, our climaxes simultaneous.
Another grunt and a growl come from deep within his belly before he announces, “I feel lightheaded.”
“Me too,” I say.
“You took everything I had inside.”
“And you filled me with it,” I say as I lean in and kiss him on the forehead.
One hand reaches for the water below us as his other supports me.
He goes down to a knee and then collapses into the shallow water, his dick still inside me as the waters of the South Pacific cloak us after the most intense and incredible experience of my life.
His hand comes up behind my head and he guides my head towards his.
“Mine,” he says just before we kiss and I feel the warm water caress me from behind in a moment that is pure bliss.
CHAPTER 12
Isaiah
The next day
There’s a knock on my door the next morning and I roll back over and try and get some sleep.
After I claimed Isabella for the first time we walked along the beach and shared our hopes and dreams with each other. And the best part was that the biggest hope and dream we’d had up until that point was exactly that…each other.
But not anymore.
She was mine now and I was hers.
Unequivocally.
And when we got back to our accommodation after watching the sun come up together on the beach, we were both knackered.
The knock comes again and I reach for my watch.
It’s one o’clock already?
“Let’s go! If you’re not at the filming location in fifteen minutes you’re disqualified,” the voice says, which I recognize to be Eric’s.
I pull myself from my bed and quickly run out the door.
“Well good morning to you too,” he says as I rush past him to brush my teeth and take the world’s quickest shower.
Not five minutes later I’m back inside my quarters dressed and ready to go.
I exit and Eric escorts me to a waiting area and just then I see Isabella arriving as well.
We both look at each other and flash a knowing, mischievous smile.
She comes close to me and I can’t help but want to put my arm around her. Wait? Why do I need to hide this? We’re supposed to be a couple after all, right?
And then I remember why when I see Eric again.
It’s so easy to forget these “rules” we’re playing by when all I want to do is grab her and carry her off to the beach to enjoy the day together away from all these people.
But we’ve both signed contracts to participate in this show and that’s what we need to do.
“Contestants, are you ready?” the announcer says. Boy, will I ever be glad when I don’t have to hear that guy’s voice again.
“Ready,” we all say together.
“Today’s challenge is inspired by Paul Gauguin…or should I say the nudes of the French post-Impressionist artist who lived in French Polynesia at the end of his life and became famous for his works here.”
I swallow hard not liking the sound of this already.
“Today, each of you will have to pose, completely nude for twenty minutes, while the other contestants each make a painting of you.”
There are gasps and even some laughter from the other four couples that are left.
Not us.
I wrap my arm around my woman tight and pull her in close, feeling the warmth of her body against mine is more than feeling the direct sunlight at noon in the middle of the ocean.
There’s no way I’d ever lose that and no way I’d share it either.
“What’s the alternative challenge?” I ask.
Eric had mentioned after the last challenge that going forward, and to spice things up, we’d have alternative challenges should we decide not to accept the general challenge offered to everyone.
But those alternative challenges would be much worse.
Eric moves over to a table he has set up off to the side and snatches up what appears to be a giant pearl, but of course it’s just some kind of replica. I guess it goes with the whole Tahitian pearl theme.
When he brings it over to me I see there’s a hole in the top and a bunch of pieces of folded paper inside.
He gives me a “don’t do it” look and even keeps the pearl a good distance from my hand. But there’s no way I’m going to heed his warning because there’s no way what’s mine is going to be shared with the world.
I stick my hand in and pull out a piece of paper and read it.
“Surf…Teahupo'o?” I say.
“Teahupo'o,” Eric says pursing his lips. The ‘Teahu’ sounds like ‘ch-oh’ and the po’o like Po’ as in Edgar Allen ‘Poe’.
But he didn’t purse his lips due to my common mispronunciation.
“It’s too big out there, Isaiah. Take the painting challenge.”
“Never.”
“We didn’t think anyone would actually draw this. We just put it in as a joke to make the container look fuller.”
“What’s a joke is the idea of another man laying his eyes on my woman,” I say.
“Your woman?” Eric asks.
We both pause and just stare at each other. “That’s what I said,” I say forget hiding she is my woman.
“It’s okay, Isaiah,” Isabella says. “Maybe we weren’t meant to advance beyond this point. We already made it pretty far.”
When we were catching up last night and sharing our hopes and dreams Isabella told me she needed this money as she’s been jobless and has no interviews in sight. Plus I want the money to put a down payment on our house. Or make the first contribution to our child’
s 529 College Savings Plan.
And yes, we are going to have a child…if she’s not pregnant already.
The way her thirsty pussy milked my cock last night I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s with child already.
“I’ll take the challenge,” I say.
“It’s dangerous. Pick something else.”
“He gets what he picked!” one of the other contestants yells.
“He’s right,” I say. “I chose this one and that’s what I’ll do.”
Eric nods.
“Okay, but first the painting in case you decide you want to change your mind.”
“I’m telling you I won’t and I don’t want to see any of these people with their clothes off. I’ll be in my room when you’re ready for me,” I say and I take Isabella by the hand and walk her out of there.
CHAPTER 13
Isabella
The next day
Last night I could barely sleep. The thought of Isaiah riding this huge wave had me scared to death.
Apparently the swell can be unpredictable and I’m just hoping he gets a wave that’s not too big.
The forecast for today says that it will be ten feet high, but the thing is that apparently this wave is very “heavy” and breaks very fast.
And of course right on a coral reef.
This seems like a suicide mission, but Isaiah isn’t backing out.
Not to mention two teams were eliminated yesterday from the painting challenge so we’re down to only three couples left.
But I’m nervous there won’t be anything left of Isaiah if he doesn’t catch that wave properly.
They had to push the surfing of Teahupo'o forward a day to make sure there were emergency medical personnel on hand and men on Jet Skis so they could swoop in and grab him in between waves in case of danger.
It all sounded like too much risk to me, but Isaiah promised me he’d surfed some as a kid and knew the ins and outs, although all I could picture was him getting into something that he couldn’t get out of…alive.
He spent the entire night practicing getting to a standing position and also balancing on a wobbly log. Still, that’s nothing compared to the real thing and everyone knew it.
The remaining teams and film crew take a boat from Moorea over to Teahupo’o, on the island of Tahiti, and I swear you could hear a pin drop from the anxiety in the air.
Once we’re there they get Isaiah in a life jacket and on the back of a Jet Ski where they’re going to “tow” him into the wave. Basically he’ll be holding a long plastic cord and the Jet Ski will pull him like he’s a regular water skier, but instead the Jet Ski will whip him into position, helping him build enough speed that he couldn’t get from paddling, at which point he’ll let go of the plastic cord and begin riding the world’s most dangerous wave…although thankfully it’s not supposed to be “too” dangerous today.
We get everything situated and we sit in the channel next to the wave, our boats safe just out of reach of this massive wall of water. It’s amazing how nature works…so much peace right next to so much mayhem.
And I’m still going mad in my mind wishing that Isaiah would just back out and we could go home.
But he’s as set on this as he is set on me.
I think of all the complaints I hear from girls and women about their boyfriends and how some guys won’t even do things around the house or so much as bring them a glass of water when they ask.
And here’s Isaiah risking his life so that no other man sees my body…the body that he says belongs to him.
It seems like these days with the #freethenipple movement and all the “artsy” nude magazines popping up everywhere that female nudity isn’t even such a big deal. And in reality it shouldn’t be. Naked is natural right?
But so is jealousy and possessiveness and Isaiah has that in spades when it comes to me.
And to know that this man will go to the ends of the earth not to share me with anyone else shows me how committed he is to me over the long term, not that I needed this display to prove it to me or anything like that.
And in a way I feel guilty that there’s no challenge for me to do to match the one he’s doing. Sure, I’d never be able to do something as physical as this but I don’t think it’s fair that he’s risking it all for our team just to advance.
But as he told me last night he has a gut feeling that our “team” is now three.
It would be incredible to come back from this adventure pregnant. After wanting to be with him for so long and then for things to just happen this quickly it would have to be a miracle.
But miracles do happen, as I’m learning each and every second I spend with him.
“Surfer is ready,” comes in over the two-way radio in our boat and I bring the binoculars up to my eyes and watch as the Jet Ski operator waits for the go ahead.
“Cameras are ready.”
“Emergency personnel are ready.” And that’s the part that I hate hearing as it serves as a reminder.
I watch as the waves slowly build behind them and suddenly the Jet Ski takes off.
Isaiah is up and riding along the top of the glossy ocean surface and then suddenly the Jet Ski peels off going from a perpendicular line to the shore to a parallel line as it can’t get to the point where the wave breaks.
But Isaiah does.
The wave gets bigger and bigger and I watch as Isaiah drops in, his board literally losing contact with the water’s surface as he free falls a few feet along the wave’s face but keeps his balance when his board finds the breaking wave and he moves through it.
“Come on,” I say to myself, with four sets of crossed fingers and curled toes.
And suddenly Isaiah disappears as the wave hollows out and forms a pipe.
“Where is he? Someone rescue him!” I yell, unable to catch my breath.
There’s an eerie silence.
“Help him!” I yell stomping my feet, when suddenly the wave spits him out of the barrel it’s created with the force of physics and a rainbow appears just behind him as he rides through the exit point of the wave and up and over the edge where the wave wraps and he goes airborne before landing right in the channel to a ruckus round of applause and cheers from everyone, even our competitors.
Isaiah paddles over to the boat looking like he’s seen a ghost.
I lean down by the edge of the boat and he tosses the surfboard onto the deck, pulls himself up, and kisses me hard right on the lips in front of everybody.
I watch as my brother drops his clipboard and begins to speak but no words come out.
It seems my breath wasn’t the only one that Isaiah took away.
CHAPTER 14
Isaiah
The next day
I wake up knowing there are only three couples remaining for the one hundred thousand dollar prize.
All we have to do is withstand another day and we’re that much closer.
And I’m that much closer to having her…forever.
There’s a chance that today will be our last day. It depends on the challenges as always but the real challenge is not sneaking off at night and being with her. I tried last night, but I noticed they’ve got staff from the show posted outside my quarters.
That kiss I planted right on Isabella’s lips must have put Eric on edge, and then he put these clowns here to watch me in response.
I don’t care. It’s only one night I tell myself. Maybe two to three tops and then she’s mine forever. I’ll endure the pain for a lifetime of pleasure.
And starting our life together with one hundred grand makes the pain that much more bearable.
But trying to sleep in what amounts to a box with no air conditioning with a raging erection is no small task.
And last night was rough.
I was still on a high from riding that wave. There was no way I wasn’t going to conquer that mountainous wall of water…not when it meant losing to some other team.
No way.
We’re the ulti
mate couple and I’m going to show the world one challenge at a time.
It’s crazy how these TV shows work.
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