Island Rush

by Marien Dore

  Sure, he saw my back in full view before. That wasn’t the point. It was the first time, right now, that I was opening myself enough to allow him to see my scars. I wasn’t afraid after my hair disappeared from my back, sliding up around my neck, and out of his way. He continued to massage me, his fingers gaining more playing field.

  I shivered slightly under his touch, his chilly hands spreading wide and moving down my lower back. They moved up, spreading wide before coming back down and digging into my skin hard. It brought a great amount of relief, forcing a soft moan from my lips. Fingers moving down my back, they pushed a little further under the top of my pants before coming up, making the shivers intensify.

  “Wow, there are so many knots in your back,” he said.

  I smiled as he continued, all the while unable to put my finger on what it was growing between the two of us right then. I felt the air around us change, the mood and tension shifting.

  High, low, up, down, over and over along my lower back, he kept going. Fingers moving up along my sides too, it made me shudder in need. Even better was the feeling rolling over my nerves and leading to my heart. He didn’t need to do this, didn’t need to after it was technically my own fault for getting sore. But as his glorious hands pushed into my back, I discovered I needed it long before today.

  We were silent for the next few minutes, his hands working while I watched the fire, my cheek against the cloth on the ground. It felt so good. To know it was Casey doing this to me made it so much better.

  His hands broke the pattern and at that point, the air grew with more tension. Maybe even more tension than what my back held now. As his fingers left my lower back and slid up, his fingers brushed over the bra with the clasp that rested higher on my back. I expected him to move past it and ignore the bound fabric, but that wasn’t what happened.

  When he first unhooked it, my mind and heart nearly died. A second more and I discovered he unhooked my bra to have a larger playing field over my back for his hands. Casey moved the two ends of it off my back to rest on my side. My front was still covered though as he continued.

  I breathed a shaky breath as quietly as I could, wanting to avoid the fact that his hands were taking over me by the second. His hands now moving up to my shoulders, he squeezed hard, making it almost hurt. It felt relieving though at the tension released. I shifted my head and pressed my forehead to the ground, groaning into the ground at his touch.

  “That feels amazing,” I said into the ground.

  “Thanks. You are really tight,” he said then he went on quickly. “Your muscles I mean. Your muscles are tight.”

  I blushed but smiled, glad he couldn’t directly see my face. At times, he proved to be such a dork. “Nice save,” I said.

  He chuckled, but he went on, his hands going harder against the tough skin. “How do you get around every day? I’d be as stiff as a board with all the tension you have on your back.”

  “I guess I never noticed before or I just became used to it.”

  He moved his hands down, and I felt his fingertips run over the slight indents in my back from the scars. A moment though of doing that led to the massage dying slightly. He settled with just moving his finger up and following the line of one of the scars. Rubbing it up and down, he said nothing as his other hand searched over my back, looking for more marks to touch. It surprisingly felt good, him tracing the faded lines there.

  “You are so strong. You went through so much. The least you deserve is to feel relief.”

  Right now, he had no clue how much I wanted relief. Not just from my tense back as he was describing. I listened to his breath pick up slightly, his hands lightly inching over my skin, fascinated with the feel of my scars. It made me happy that I allowed him to see my scars. Something within me gave a thrill at him touching my scars, seeing my damage. While his hands were no longer on a mission to massage, his fingers moving over my back left small spurts of pleasure and sparks on my skin.

  “My God, Janice,” he said from behind me, and I tensed at those words.

  “What?” I asked, guessing it was something to with my scars.

  With my head resting on the ground, I could still feel his fingers moving. But they stopped, one going back to massaging around my shoulder as his other went to the back of my head and stroked the hair there. I felt his eyes dig into my scars.

  “You’re so beautiful. Everything about you… is pure beauty.”

  His words alone left my heart skipping. But with how he said it, as if in pain or awe, it intensified everything. I felt his hands continue to move over my back and my hair. Then, a new touch, a new movement started. There was a second of hot breath brushing over my back before I felt his lips softly press against my lower back, kissing where the start of one of my scars was.

  His lips moved slow and softly, creating a small vibration against my skin from where he moaned. Then, a moment later, his lips were gone, only to find them back against my scar, slightly higher up my back this time. He brought love to my scars that were filled with hate, his mouth moving up a little again.

  “Don’t ever be ashamed,” he whispered against my skin when he broke to kiss up along my scars, his breath warm, and lips slow and nice.

  Moving up more, he brought his other hand back down from my hair and began rubbing my back instead of actually massaging. His hands ran over the surface of my back and didn’t stop as they roamed over my sides. I couldn’t help a groan from the feeling, his words, and his glorious touch.

  “Oh,” I moaned.

  “Baby…” He kissed my scar, moving up another inch and kissing there, his words spaced with each kiss. “You… are… amazing,” he finished, his mouth now pressing just below my shoulder blades where the scar ended.

  It brought me a piece of home. A home I built with Casey. From the time we were stranded to now, a part of me began to creep back that I thought I lost forever. I was back, my life was back. Every touch he made over me was another tie we had to each other. Every kiss, loving word, emotion — every moment of understanding made us grow, build a sacred home between the two of us. At this moment, I immensely felt it build up even more – to the point that I wasn’t conscious of what it was making me shiver more.

  “Casey,” I groaned in need into the ground as he slid his lips up more. I wanted this man and every aspect. His lips were nearly to my shoulder as he slowly continued kissing up, his hands moving to rest on my sides. Then, his lips met my shoulder, going over the top with his teeth lightly grazing.

  I lifted my head and tilted it up towards where his lips were, craning my neck. In return, he lifted his lips and leaned in more. I met his eyes with mine, his face a breath apart. Moving his face forward more, his lips just brushed mine as I spoke.

  “I’m yours. I am all yours… and you are mine,” I breathed against his lips with a smile. “You will always be mine, and I am yours.”

  His eyes searched my face, his eyebrows dipping in passion before he pushed the rest of the way to reach my lips with his. I kissed him slowly, gently back. His mouth was safe and welcoming, and it made my mind swarm.

  The mood, the atmosphere between us, the feel of it all changed. Tension, love, and need were overwhelmingly present. I could feel this was another large step in our relationship.

  A moment later, his lips went deeper, passion still increasing in us and all around us it seemed. His breath brushed more rapidly over my face as his lips went wider over mine. Soft moans escaped me and my heart raced through my body, my head swimming with the knowledge that he was kissing me with all he had.

  I pushed myself up and closer to him, using my elbows to prop me up as I deepened the kiss. It seemed unreal. To have him kissing me deeply as he hovered behind me… it seemed magical in a way.

  Then, his mouth moved down from my lips to suck on the skin of my neck, his teeth grazing slightly there. The pleasure he was giving made me erupt with more groans. I felt something large start to build between us, and it was soon proven too.


  A second later, his weight was gone from where he was hovering over me, though his lips never left my skin. He pushed himself back to his knees and pulled me up with him. Both of us kneeling now, him still behind me, he pulled my back into his chest more and kissed harder against the skin of my neck and shoulder. My bra still covering me with the straps, I relaxed back into him. With my hands, I reached up and over my shoulders where I slid my fingers into his hair, holding his lips to me while I stroked his hair.

  “I love you,” he whispered over my skin as he kissed and nipped softly at the back of my neck, moving to my shoulder. “So much.”

  “Casey,” I moaned, overwhelmed by how wonderful he felt.

  Was this it? Was this going to be that night? The night that will be run on love and not just lust? I couldn’t stop wondering when we would actually do it. He said we should wait for the right time, and that was fine with me. Was that time now?

  In an instant, his hands slid down to grab my hips, his lips detaching as he spun me around, finally making me face him. His breath was rigid, his eyes wild as he knelt there, staring at me. I became too aware of how my bra was hanging there by the straps around my shoulders.

  We both appeared to be in some form of shock. My eyes over his strong arms, messy hair, and flushed cheeks. When my eyes landed on the one feature I loved best about him, I couldn’t look away. His eyes were filled with so much emotion, so much love and want.

  His hand gingerly rose, careful to rest his palm against my cheek. His gaze moved back and forth between my eyes and where he lightly began to stroke my cheek with his thumb as if he were scared to touch me. That’s when I turned my head slightly more into his palm and began to kiss his hand on my cheek. I could feel his eyes burning into me, watching me.

  I stopped a moment later as he drew his hand back only to lead it down to my shoulder. He moved both hands to my shoulders, watching me intently. He took a hold of the bra straps that rested on my skin and pulled them down and off. My heart was pounding, my mind spinning with all the possibilities. I was ready, and in the thick air between us, I felt he was ready too.

  I always knew this would be an embarrassing moment for me, exposed to him. I was showing him my body. I knew he somehow saw me and my body to be beautiful. Maybe I was because I felt more than beautiful around him. I felt happy, warm, and whole. I knew I was right when I watched his eyes move down my body, heat in his gaze. I was embarrassed but also excited too.

  He could only stare, eyes locked and pained with need. I shuffled my knees forward a little more, pressing against him, breathing just as hard. He moved the rest of the way in, covering my gasping lips with his. The man’s hands tangled in my hair as I rested mine on his bare stomach between us.

  The thought of sex with him was purely overwhelming, so much so that my head and chest began swarming even more especially at the possibility that tonight might be that night in which I could feel like a woman. Feel powerful and needed. The atmosphere around us sure suggested this was the night.

  I could feel the intensity growing between us. So I went with that feeling, letting it take me over more as I moved my hands all over him. With all my thoughts consisting of how much I loved and wanted to take care of him, pleasure him, the next few minutes went by quickly. My fingers moved on their own as I focused on how wonderful he felt. Because in no time, I had his pants off. He was lost like me because after we had got his pants off, he managed to get me out of mine.

  Kissing each other deeper and harder, I became more eager. Like how we quickly removed clothes, he quickly laid me down on my back. Arms and legs instinctively wrapping around him, I smiled as I kissed him deeper. His hands in return didn’t hesitate to run over me. My chest, thighs, hair, and arms. He made me feel warm.

  “Janice,” He finally spoke my name, and it was so full of feeling too. “You’re so fragile to me. You are too good to be true. I’m afraid you are going to shatter if I want you any more than I already do, which is overwhelming because I want you more and more as every second pass,” he whispered.

  My breath was irregular as he watched me, searching my eyes. Those words hit me in so many different and lovely ways. I whispered back to him, barely able to speak. “You want me? Make me yours and I will never break.”

  He lost what control he had as did I. He fell back down against me fully, moaning against my lips when they pressed back into mine. I wanted him so badly, and so did he. But wasn’t that how it was from the start of this crazy life we were living?

  We have been through so much together and in little time. He was my teacher, I was his student. He was too perfect, I was a wreck. He followed the rules, I was forced to put on a mask in my situation. I was a kid, he an adult. He was a man that found me in pain and healed me. I was the girl that read his eyes to the truth. He saw through my attitude and lies. I eventually saw through the facade he put up.

  He was a man that let me in, and I was the girl that let him in. He became my friend, I became his. Now, we couldn’t have been any more powerful with what existed between us in this paradise. And that’s why tonight was the night. That’s why neither of us wanted to stop what was happening between us. So, we didn’t stop ourselves.

  We didn’t stop once it progressed. And it sure didn’t stop when eventually, all clothing between us was removed. It didn’t stop when Casey found the condoms. It did more than not stop. We dove ahead and in with so much passion.

  It was something I can’t describe without saying I was in awe the entire time. He was so beautiful and knew how to make me feel the same. He held my hands, rocked his body with mine, and kept repeating how gorgeous I was and how much he loved me. And by the end of the night, I believed it even more. I never felt so good before. He knew it when I collapsed against him in exhaustion as he did the same, resting under me.

  I pressed my head to his shoulder as he held me tightly to him. He turned his head to face me and kissed my cheek as we laid there, taking in what we just did. Then I pressed my lips against his with a smile on both our faces before I rested my head back on his chest.

  We laid like that until sleep took us over. When I closed my eyes, I didn’t open them until the next morning. My final thought was that no other man that could make me as happy as Casey made me.

  Chapter 52

  The fading noise of birds came to me as the leaves clapped together in the gentle breeze. I took a deep breath, taking in the smell of morning air and the fresh new day. It was a smell of freedom, one I would never tire of feeling glide over my nose.

  I began to open my eyes, taking in the day as it became lighter. I was on my stomach, my head resting on a man’s chest, my cheek warm from where it pressed into his skin. A feeling came to me, and I wondered if it was the source that woke me up.

  Casey’s arms were wrapped around me. One hand resting on my side and the other was dragging his nails softly up and down my back, making shivers run over me. I moaned and closed my eyes again, the feeling making me smile. It brought back the wonderful memories of last night.

  What occurred last night came back to me like a bell ringing in my heart. I smiled to myself, so happy. Though we shared love through kissing and words before, what we did last night was something different entirely. I’m not saying it dominates the kissing or the words. It didn’t come close. Sex wasn't loved. It was one crazy way to express it, though.

  Casey’s chest moving at a normal rate told me he was awake. I was smiling and staring off into nothing in particular when I spoke. “We had sex last night,” I whispered, knowing he was up and listening.

  His chest shook from beneath me, chuckling. “Yes, we did.”

  I turned my head, looking up at Casey and saw him looking down at me, an adoring and loving smile on his face. His hair was messy, and the sun lit his beautiful features over him.

  “We had sex last night,” I said to him again. I was the complete opposite of embarrassed. I was proud, happy, and amazingly in love with this man.

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nbsp; He sighed, his smile growing as he shined his teeth at me, happy. “Yes, we did,” he stroked my hair with his other hand.

  “Guess what, Casey?” I said, smiling more at him.

  “What?” he asked as if he didn’t know what was coming and playing along.

  I inched more up his chest, pressing my naked body against his. I was an inch away from his lips as I slid my hands around his neck. “We had sex last night.”

  He laughed and leaned up, pushing his lips against mine, kissing me sweetly. His hand rested on my back as his other cupped my neck. Breaking away softly, I noticed how much energy filled his eyes.

  “Hey Janice, guess what happened to me last night?” he said, amused and happy.

  “What?”

  “I had sex… with the most wonderful and beautiful woman I had ever met last night. Her skin was smooth, her hair soft in my fingers, her heart so warm. She was my queen, so strong and loving.”

  My heart was drowning the more I looked into his eyes, his words swallowing me. How did I get so lucky? How, after so much destruction occurring in my life in just a few months, how am I so happy now? How was this man the solution to everything? I wasn’t sure how at all. I just knew he was.

  I pecked his lips again and smiled before I broke away. “You’re so sweet. I never thought it would feel so amazing. I never thought it would be with a man like you.”

  I saw him blush and smile at my words. He tried to let that sink in as he stared at me with happiness. “Best massage ever?” he finally asked.

  I smiled. “Yeah, best massage ever.”

  We laid there in silence for a moment more, enjoying the morning together. We should just relax, be lazy today, and do nothing but lounge around together, but we were on an island and with an internal groan, I recalled his words about fishing and needing to catch food today.

  “I don’t want to get up,” I said, my head back against his chest.

  “I know, but we have to. You’re going to show me the art of photography today.”