“Yes!” I cried, triumphant, driving two fingers into her pussy, pressing my thumb against the tight, slick ring of her ass. “Come like that!” She bucked and quivered, panting, shuddering, her orgasm drawn out and lingering through her body.
Slowly, she went limp, draped across my lap. Gently, I gathered her in my arms, holding her against me, her head against my chest.
“So good,” I praised her. It was hard to give yourself over like that, trust and let yourself enjoy something so taboo, something so naughty. She’d given me a gift.
“So good,” she murmured, sounding stunned. Oh, she was going to get that gift again, for sure.
CHAPTER 14
Caroline
“Now about that orgasm we were discussing earlier.” My head pressed against Colt’s bare chest, I felt his words rumble.
I chuckled, lazy and languid. “I’m pretty sure I just had one.” Holy hell I’d had an orgasm. From spanking. What? But confusion and perhaps embarrassment would have to be saved for a later date. I was booked just then, not a second to spare, all filled up with bliss. I sat in Colt’s lap back on our blanket, his strong arms holding me, eyes half closed, enveloped by him.
“I have my mind set on something you mentioned earlier today,” he continued. “When you were panicking.”
“When I over-shared?” I remembered. Damn my mouth. I’d never been good at keeping secrets. And with Colt, I seemed determined to share everything.
“I wouldn’t say that. You shared a secret with me. I want to know all your secrets. Especially when I can play such an important role.” His hands stroked my waist, caressing, like the gentle lapping of the waves along the shore. I relaxed against him, enjoying the sensual languor of his stroke.
“I have a strong interest in checking off an item on your bucket list,” he continued.
“You just gave me a first. I’d never had a spanking before.” I still felt stunned by it, and how much I’d enjoyed it.
“You loved it. Didn’t you, you saucy minx?” He leaned down to kiss me, first teasing and light, then slowly deepening, savoring me. Our lips moving, tongues exploring, I wrapped my arms around his neck, reaching my fingers up to curl through his thick hair.
“But a spanking wasn’t on your bucket list, now was it?” He pulled away and tapped my nose. “I believe it was an orgasm during sex.”
The man was relentless. I tucked my head down. For all our near nudity on the deserted beach, me post orgasmic from a sound spanking, I still managed to feel slightly self-conscious. “I mean, it’s not like I wrote down a bucket list in my diary or anything.”
He tucked his finger under my chin and lifted it so we looked each other in the eye. “Would you or would you not enjoy having an orgasm during sex?”
When he put it like that… “I would,” I had to admit. “But it hasn’t happened before, so…” I shrugged. I generally kept my expectations low in life. That way I never got too disappointed. But Colt was showing me a whole new way to approach things, wasn’t he?
“Is that a challenge?” he asked, the predatory gleam returning to his eyes. The last time I’d seen that he’d grabbed me and spanked me until I begged for more. It made me nervous. And wet.
“I’m just saying—” I squirmed a little in his lap, fully conscious once more about the fact that he’d removed my bikini bottoms. I had nothing between my slick, aching pussy and his hot, hard body, every inch of him firm and solid. Especially the many inches of him now pressing against me in a thick shaft. He still wore his boxer briefs, but I could tell his cock was huge.
“That sounds like a challenge,” he murmured, trailing kisses down my neck. Sucking, licking as he traveled down my skin, he made me feel delicious. “I never back down from a challenge.”
“I didn’t think you would.” Breathless, I let my hands run down along his broad, strong shoulders, across his well-defined pecs. I’d been wondering how he’d look and feel naked for a while now, and the reality far surpassed the fantasy. That had never happened before. He made me want to do all sorts of naughty things. And here we were, all alone on a deserted island. Why should I deny myself? Leaning in, I licked him at the base of his throat, kissing and licking my way along the muscles in his chest, shoulders and arms.
It only took a quick flick of his fingers to untie to my bikini top. When it fell, he took a moment to gaze at me in dizzy admiration, then brought his hands to cup my full breasts. As he leaned down to lick and lave me, I groaned, arching my back so he wouldn’t miss an inch. He teased, circling my aroused nipples, working them into two stiff, aching peaks but still not giving them the attention they desperately needed. Straddling his thigh, I pushed my pussy against his hard muscle, moaning as he played with me. Finally, when I almost couldn’t stand it any longer, he took my nipple directly into his wet, hot mouth and sucked me, licked me, then bit down, just hard enough to make me gasp.
“Uh, Caroline,” he groaned, giving me a last, long lick, then bringing his hands to my lower back to press me against his thigh. “I don’t suppose you tucked any condoms in your backpack?”
I sighed, loving how he palmed me, how I filled his hands. “No. But I am protected.” My sister learned all sorts of things in her nursing program, including how easy and effective contraceptive hormone shots were, so we’d both started getting them. But I think my actual explanation to Colt sounded more like “nurse…shots…good to go.”
He looked down at me, a rakish look in his eyes. “Am I to understand that you are here, naked in my arms on a deserted island, with a clean bill of health and using a contraceptive?”
“Looks like it.” I smiled, then rocked my hips against him, tilting my head back with pleasure at the friction. He grasped my hips and did it to me again, watching me intently. With a swift movement, he raised me up and pulled off his briefs. His giant cock sprang out, even larger and thicker than I’d thought it would be, a full vein traveling its length. I looked down at it, fascinated, licking my lips. I’d never been with a man anywhere near that big. I didn’t even know if I could take all of him, but it was a goal I was willing to work for.
He grasped his cock in his hand and gave it a slow stroke, gazing at me heavy-lidded. “I can assure you, I’m good to go.” My eyes widened as a pearl of pre-come formed on his thick crown. He drew his finger across it, using it to slide down his length again. “Regular doctor’s visits. Clean bill of health.”
“Is that right?” I asked, unable to stop watching him touch himself, unconsciously starting to move against his thigh again in the same rhythm. He leaned down and kissed me again, hungry, deep, his tongue thrusting into me, plundering my depths.
“Looks like there’s only one thing to do,” he murmured, his fingers up again at my breast, rolling my aching nipple. The sensation traveled directly down to my clit, and I felt it throb as he pinched.
“Yes?” I moaned, pressing my slick sex against his thigh.
“There’s no TV,” he continued, taking his time, his hand now over to my pussy. Gliding a finger along me, he easily slid it in and up, making me gasp and sink my fingers into his shoulders. “We can’t go out to a restaurant.” He leaned down to suck on my nipple as he started finger-fucking me, plunging in deep. “I only have one idea left.”
I groaned, bucking into his hand, sinking my mouth down to his chest. I’m not ashamed to admit, I used some teeth. I wanted him so badly I felt like an animal. He moaned in response, shoving his finger deeper inside me. Grabbing my hair, he pulled my head to the side and growled into my ear, “I’m going to have to fuck you senseless. Again and again.”
“Yes,” I ground out, ready to beg, ready to do whatever it took so I could feel his cock up inside of me.
Swiftly, he turned me and laid me down on the blanket across the soft, warm sand. The sun had just dipped below the horizon, still casting a rosy haze over us, giving enough light that I could see every inch of his muscled body. Even as I quivered and moaned, he insisted on taking his time, starting at my toes, kis
sing, caressing his way up my legs as he spread them wide.
“Lie back,” he told me. “I want to see how good I can make you feel.” I’d been propped up on my elbows, so turned on by watching him work his way up. But I relaxed back, more than happy to comply with that kind of demand.
He kissed along the insides of my thighs, spreading me wide with his large, powerful hands. Completely exposed, he brought his face right to my pussy.
“I love how wet you get for me, Caroline.” He flicked his tongue out to taste as he said it. I moaned, feeling so close, already right on the edge, and he’d done it to me before, back in my kitchen. I knew how good he was with his mouth, his tongue. If he could just lean in and suck me right where I needed it.
He licked me again, long and slow, but stopped as I was panting, digging my fingers into his shoulders. He moved his body slowly up the length of mine, positioning himself over me. His thick cock rested right at my quivering entrance.
“Are you ready?” he asked, looking deep into my eyes.
“Yes,” I moaned, wrapping my hands around his neck, sliding them down his back. I needed him inside me so badly.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, pressing his tip against me, just barely pushing against my hole. I groaned, my eyes closed, desperate. “Are you begging me for it?” he asked, low and wicked.
“Yes!” I cried out, relenting completely. “Colt, please, fuck me!”
When he pushed into me, the feel of his hard length, stretching me, sliding into my slick heat, almost unraveled me. And his second thrust did just that. He sank his hands into my buttocks, thrust his full cock in deep and I came apart, gasping and crying out, coming around his cock at the feel of him inside me.
“Oh, Caroline.” He stilled and held me, kissing my face, my neck, drinking in my cries and shudders. The feel of him stretching me, filling me, the constant pressure on my clit as I came nearly made me dizzy.
Then, slowly, he began moving again. It almost hurt, he stretched me so full, but I was so wet and the throbs from my orgasm were mingling with it in the most intense way. He moved above me so powerfully, sleek and muscular, commanding and raw, each thrust building, seeking, pushing me further.
“You’re so tight,” he bit out, sounding strained as he fucked me and I realized he was holding back, fighting against himself to take his time so he could give me more pleasure. He reached down and found my breast, cupping it as he moved his hips in rhythm, licking my nipple. I bucked against him. As much as he filled me, he made me crazy, wanting, needing more. Slowly, in rhythm with his thrusts, his thumb found my clit, pushing, stroking demanding.
“I want another one, Caroline,” he told me. I ground my hips up against him, unable to believe I could feel yet another orgasm building in my core. I clutched him, wild, grunting, wanting it faster, harder.
“Fuck me!” I screamed and he started moving faster, pistoning into me, at a relentless pace. He pinned one of my thighs up and back, giving him easier access at a deeper angle, his cock hitting me just right as he thrust.
“Are you ready to give it to me?” he demanded. As he pinched my nipple, he sank into me full. I came instantly, my back curving up, my breasts in his hands.
“Colt!” I screamed, shuddering, another wave of orgasm hitting me as he thrust and groaned, releasing his hot come deep inside of me. “Oh!” My mouth open, my hair sweaty and stuck to my forehead, my fingers dug into his buttocks. The ripples of my orgasm blended with his as he shot out all he had to give, filling me with his come.
He sank down to my side, as out of breath as I was, both of us gasping and panting. While my pleasure blended with shocked surprise, his face had the look of deep, primal male satisfaction. He pulled me up and over him, wanting me splayed out across his chest, my legs wrapped around his. Felt great to me. I lay there, my head on his chest, his cock still inside me as we rested, our heartbeats slowing to the same steady rhythm.
“Check,” he murmured in my ear.
“What?” I asked, dazed, no idea what he was talking about.
“I checked that off your list.” I had to laugh. He’d checked that off my bucket list all right.
Had I thought I wanted us to get rescued? I hoped we’d vanished without a trace. I never wanted to do anything again as long as I lived other than grind down on Colt’s cock, feeling him grow hard, working into that frenzy only he and he alone knew how to build in me. So that’s exactly what we did, all night long.
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“You probably shouldn’t put on any clothes,” Colt cautioned me as we lay together, entwined in our life raft up inside our cave. “It’s going to be hot again today. And I’d hate for you to overheat.” He drew a finger lazily along my side, tracing the curves of my silhouette, dipping down along my waist, up along my hips.
“You’re so considerate.” I smiled, running my fingers along his abs. Each and every ridge, so well defined.
“And I’ll do you the favor of doing the same,” he graciously added. “I know you enjoy the view.”
“So arrogant,” I teased him, hand down along his hip, my gaze just to the side of it where his cock grew again right before my eyes. Was the man magic? He’d fucked me so many times last night I could barely remember what had happened. I’d had so many orgasms I’d lost count. But that was one jumbled haze I was more than happy to slip into. Who could keep track of numbers when you were so busy enjoying every last slick, aching, pleasure-bursting second?
“I’m going to feed you,” he declared, telling me like the alpha CEO that he was instead of asking. But I wasn’t going to argue. I propped myself up on my elbow and watched him climb over to our fruit stash. We had a few coconuts, and he grabbed one and placed it on a piece of flat metal from the plane. Using his Swiss Army Knife, he punctured a soft indentation at the tip.
He came back with a wide grin. “First, I have to make sure you’re properly hydrated. I’ve given you a hard workout.”
“You look so proud of yourself.” I stretched like a cat, enjoying the pliant feel of my limbs. I felt pretty proud of myself, too.
“I am,” he assured me, leaning over my mouth. “Now open up.” I did as he asked, parting my lips as he brought the coconut over me, dripping the milk onto my tongue.
Giggling, I wiped some splashes from the corner of my mouth. “Ooh, that’s good.” I opened my mouth again, enjoying the taste. “But messy!” More kept dribbling down my chin.
“Good, I was hoping it would get messy.” He leaned in close and licked my chin, following a trail down my throat. “I need to get some, too.”
With a devilish grin, he brought the coconut further down, tipping it to spill right over my breasts. “That’s going to need a lot of clean up.” He tucked the coconut open-side-up next to me, then knelt down to get to work, lapping and licking my breasts. Sighing, squeezing my thighs together, I couldn’t believe I had any arousal left in me for him to coax out but, sure enough, that throbbing, slick ache started yet again. He dribbled more onto my breasts, using his fingers to massage it in, sucking and moaning as he feasted on me.
“God!” I called out, shocked at how good he made me feel all over again after a night of winning the gold medal in the sexual Olympics.
“The name’s Colt.” He grinned down at me, giving me a wink. “But you can feel free to worship me.”
I shook my head, rolling my eyes at his arrogance but wouldn’t you know it, it was damn hard to stay annoyed when he dribbled warm coconut milk on my pussy and slowly licked and ate me like a delicious treat. I came, again, full into his mouth, calling out, then sinking back in stunned exhaustion.
“Best breakfast I’ve ever had.” He smiled at me. I smiled back, drowsily. “Why don’t you get some more sleep?” He smoothed my hair back from my face as I happily closed my eyes again.
Halfway drifting off, languid and relaxed, warm and slick in my core, I sighed. “Thank you, Colt.”
“Oh, believe me, the pleasure is mine.”
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�It’s a win/win.” I smiled at my business speak, thinking of the Colt I’d first met, so severe in his pinstripe suit. Opening my eyes a crack, I watched him sling a net over his shoulder looking like a tanned Adonis, stark naked. “It didn’t take you long to go native,” I teased him.
“I was born for this, baby.” Colt grinned down at me, all masculine prowess and power.
“I’m glad I got to see you out of your suits.” I gave him an admiring glance, sweeping the length of his long, strong body.
“You could have gotten me out of my suit the day I met you.”
I smiled. “You know what I mean.” I closed my eyes again, getting comfortable against the inflatable raft. “Now go get me some more fruit. And then build me a fire, caveman.”
“I will. And then I’m going to fuck you again.”
“Oh my,” I murmured, sore yet slippery all at once, knowing I’d love it when he did. I drifted into a light doze, visions of him blending together with my dreams. Colt standing rugged in the lagoon spearing a fish. Holding my hand and telling me we had a lot in common, praising all my hard work. Leaning over me, looking into my eyes as he thrust deep inside me.
When I heard him back in the cave, I didn’t know how much time had passed but it felt like a while. Yawning, I stretched my limbs and slowly opened my eyes. Then I rubbed them and took another look. Was I seeing things?
Colt stood before me dressed in a tuxedo. Or most of one—he had the dress pants on plus a white shirt, though it was mostly unbuttoned and he had his bow tie dangling around his neck in a rakish display.
“What the—?” I sat up, giving my head a shake. I didn’t think I was dehydrated, but was I hallucinating? “Am I seeing things? Or are you dressed in a tuxedo?”
“Guess what washed up on the beach?” He pointed to a battered and dented piece of luggage. His suitcase!
“Are you kidding?!” I sat up straight. He had my full attention now.
“I thought I’d crack you up, changing into my tux.”
And crack up I did, rubbing my eyes and laughing as he struck a pose, head tilted, hand to his chin, looking deep in thought.
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