her. The
fullness of his penis stretched her and brought her clit into the
right position for optimal stimulation. Again and again he drove
into her, slowly and carefully at first then with increasing power
until she was begging, pleading for more. He slowed to a grin,d
pressing the base of his penis against her clit until she thought
she would lose her mind. And just in that second she did,
catapulted into a deep well of pleasure she’d never dreamed could
happen the first time. Then with another stroke, then two, then
another Nate suddenly cried out, his voice breaking as his own
orgasm slammed into him.
Tonya couldn’t help but smile at the memories
of the first time she’d made love. Despite her bitterness and anger
at him she was woman enough to appreciate the way he’d made it
special. She had friends who had been pressured into hurried
encounters in the back seats of cars. Her first time had been
wonderfully romantic, and even with the pain that came later she
never regretted it.
* * * * *
Nate stepped into the bamboo enclosure of his
outdoor shower. It was one of his favorite features in his little
house and usually he enjoyed watching the postcard perfect beach
scene below, but right now he had only one thought on his mind:
Tonya. No one on earth could drive him crazy like her and touching
her always pushed him right to the edge of pure animal lust. A
total suspension of finesse and sophistication. A deep need to
simply penetrate and explode in rapture. No way in hell would he be
able to leave her alone unless he got this under control. He
planted both hands on either side of the wall under the broad
showerhead and let the cold water rush over him; his body throbbed
and ached for her, and only for her. He shivered from the frigid
ablution until he adjusted to the temperature, then he leaned
against the back wall of the enclosure, his overheated flesh almost
sizzling where it came into contact with the cool tiled
surface.
He wrapped his hand around his erect penis,
stroking up and down the turgid length imagining that she was there
with him. He groaned out loud again, and again as his feverish
fantasy drove his lust even higher. He sped up the motion of his
hand as he pictured her taking him into her mouth, her tongue
caressing the head as she sucked deeply on him. His eyes closed as
he continued the motion, faster and faster every cell in his body
craving her touch. He pumped furiously now almost hurting from the
intensity of pleasure that arrowed up from his penis and traveled
the length of his spine.
His neck canted back from the strain as he
pushed harder and harder, striving to reach the penultimate
pleasure. Just when he thought he couldn’t last another second, his
orgasm hit him so suddenly he was left lightheaded, it suddenly
dropped him in an explosive release. He gasped Tonya’s name again
and again through gritted teeth. Gradually his breathing slowed and
he reached over to turn off the taps. What in all living hell was
he going to do? He had to have her again; he couldn’t live if she
wouldn’t be his. She didn’t trust him and rightfully so: he’d
behaved like a fucking idiot. But she wanted him, that was obvious
and maybe, just maybe that would be enough. If she ever trusted him
enough to give herself to him again nothing, not even the promise
of heaven itself would ever tear him away from her.
* * * * *
“What are you trying to do? Start your own
movie theatre?” It hadn’t rained the entire time she’d been on
Tipitoe Island, but that morning they’d had a freak thunderstorm
that still hadn’t abated. It wasn’t like rainstorms back home; this
rain came down as if someone had emptied a bucket of water over
them, but it was surprisingly cozy in his little beach hut. Even
so, Tonya was restless as they couldn’t go out and swim or do any
of the other activities she’d grown accustomed to, like spear
fishing. She’d managed to keep to her writing schedule while on the
island
fullness of his penis stretched her and brought her clit into the
right position for optimal stimulation. Again and again he drove
into her, slowly and carefully at first then with increasing power
until she was begging, pleading for more. He slowed to a grin,d
pressing the base of his penis against her clit until she thought
she would lose her mind. And just in that second she did,
catapulted into a deep well of pleasure she’d never dreamed could
happen the first time. Then with another stroke, then two, then
another Nate suddenly cried out, his voice breaking as his own
orgasm slammed into him.
Tonya couldn’t help but smile at the memories
of the first time she’d made love. Despite her bitterness and anger
at him she was woman enough to appreciate the way he’d made it
special. She had friends who had been pressured into hurried
encounters in the back seats of cars. Her first time had been
wonderfully romantic, and even with the pain that came later she
never regretted it.
* * * * *
Nate stepped into the bamboo enclosure of his
outdoor shower. It was one of his favorite features in his little
house and usually he enjoyed watching the postcard perfect beach
scene below, but right now he had only one thought on his mind:
Tonya. No one on earth could drive him crazy like her and touching
her always pushed him right to the edge of pure animal lust. A
total suspension of finesse and sophistication. A deep need to
simply penetrate and explode in rapture. No way in hell would he be
able to leave her alone unless he got this under control. He
planted both hands on either side of the wall under the broad
showerhead and let the cold water rush over him; his body throbbed
and ached for her, and only for her. He shivered from the frigid
ablution until he adjusted to the temperature, then he leaned
against the back wall of the enclosure, his overheated flesh almost
sizzling where it came into contact with the cool tiled
surface.
He wrapped his hand around his erect penis,
stroking up and down the turgid length imagining that she was there
with him. He groaned out loud again, and again as his feverish
fantasy drove his lust even higher. He sped up the motion of his
hand as he pictured her taking him into her mouth, her tongue
caressing the head as she sucked deeply on him. His eyes closed as
he continued the motion, faster and faster every cell in his body
craving her touch. He pumped furiously now almost hurting from the
intensity of pleasure that arrowed up from his penis and traveled
the length of his spine.
His neck canted back from the strain as he
pushed harder and harder, striving to reach the penultimate
pleasure. Just when he thought he couldn’t last another second, his
orgasm hit him so suddenly he was left lightheaded, it suddenly
dropped him in an explosive release. He gasped Tonya’s name again
and again through gritted teeth. Gradually his breathing slowed and
he reached over to turn off the taps. What in all living hell was
he going to do? He had to have her again; he couldn’t live if she
wouldn’t be his. She didn’t trust him and rightfully so: he’d
behaved like a fucking idiot. But she wanted him, that was obvious
and maybe, just maybe that would be enough. If she ever trusted him
enough to give herself to him again nothing, not even the promise
of heaven itself would ever tear him away from her.
* * * * *
“What are you trying to do? Start your own
movie theatre?” It hadn’t rained the entire time she’d been on
Tipitoe Island, but that morning they’d had a freak thunderstorm
that still hadn’t abated. It wasn’t like rainstorms back home; this
rain came down as if someone had emptied a bucket of water over
them, but it was surprisingly cozy in his little beach hut. Even
so, Tonya was restless as they couldn’t go out and swim or do any
of the other activities she’d grown accustomed to, like spear
fishing. She’d managed to keep to her writing schedule while on the
island
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