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.