Stranded on Temptation Island by Mara Stone Page B

withdrew, and lowered herself slightly more. Finally, she pressed herself fully against him, and they both groaned in satisfaction. Her pussy was hot and wet, and she rocked her body back and forth as she rode him.
    “Oh, yeah,” he heard himself say. “Fuck me, Alex, fuck me.”
    She did. She rode his dick for what felt like hours while he begged her for more. She brought her lips to his hungry mouth and they kissed passionately while their bodies became one. Finally, he felt her tighten around his dick as she spasmed and her passion swept over her. He caught her scream of ecstasy with his mouth as she came long and hard.
    Her orgasm triggered his and with one mighty thrust he spilled his cum into her tight pussy.
    He hugged her tightly to him as she collapsed onto his chest, and stared upwards at the night sky. He was still inside of her, and could feel her aftershocks as she occasionally clenched around his cock. Still in a haze of desire, he fell asleep.
    When he woke a few hours later and looked at the beautiful redhead in his arms, he felt a mixture of shame, confusion, and lust.
    What had he done? To his wife, to his marriage, to his life?
    ***
    Lisa was crying. She always did after a tantrum like this. She knew he had to go, knew he loved her, knew he worked hard to take care of her.
    “Go,” she sobbed. “But please, don’t forget me this time, Danny. Keep it in your pants, okay?”
    Sighing, Danny picked up his shattered phone, his briefcase, and now, began gathering the clothes from his suitcase that she’d scattered all over the living room floor. He was going to be late, unless his taxi driver was extremely talented.
    “I love you, Lisa,” he assured her with a kiss on her soft lips. “I always have. It’s only a few days, I’ll be back, and we’ll make love like bunnies. I won’t look twice at another woman, I promise. You’re my life.”
    She smiled tremulously and watched him as he walked down the sidewalk to the waiting cab.
    ***
    The flight to Barbados was a long one, and thanks to a rainstorm, turbulence rocked the small plane.
    Not the ideal day for flying, he thought to himself as he fearfully gripped the armrest.
    A petite blonde seated in the opposite row clucked at his reaction. As their eyes met, he gave her a warm smile and loosened his grip on the armrest. She unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped across the aisle and sat in the empty seat next to him.
    “I hate the turbulence too,” she confided, leaning close.
    “Great, I’ve got some company,” he said. “We can hold onto each other if anything happens.” A wicked little smile creased the corners of his mouth. He met her deep blue eyes directly.
    “Don’t be silly. Nothing’s going to happen. We’ll be just fine,” she assured him warmly. There was something alluring about her. Maybe it was her perfect teeth that lit up her beautiful smile, or maybe it was simply her easy-going air. Danny could easily feel himself relaxing more in her presence.
    “I’m Isabella,” she said.
    “Danny,” he replied, and they shook. Danny couldn’t help enjoying the feel of her soft hand in his, and took an extra moment before returning it to her.
    “My best friend is getting married, and what better place than Barbados?” she asked. “How about you?”
    “Scoping the place out. I’m a travel agent.”
    “What a lucky job!” she exclaimed.
    “It can be,” he agreed.
    “Next time I go on a trip, I’ll have to look you up. You look like the kind of man who would know just what to do with a girl.” She winked.
    Danny swallowed. Was that a come on? He wasn’t sure anymore.
    “I have to leave on Monday,” she continued, frowning. “Doesn’t seem long enough, does it?”
    “I have to leave on Monday too,” he said. “And no, it doesn’t. What flight do you take out?”
    They exchanged flight information, and as luck would have it, their flights were within a few hours of one another.
    “Look me up while you’re here,”