But she’s not coming yet. Not until I’m inside her anyway.
Standing up, I enjoy the sound of her cry of displeasure at losing my mouth against her. She looks back at me over her shoulder, resting her chin on it. But she doesn’t make a move to turn around or take her hands off the wall.
Good girl.
Holding Dillon’s stare, I unbuckle the belt on the cargo shorts I’m wearing and unfasten the button and zipper. I shove my shorts and boxers down just far enough to free my cock.
Getting my wallet from the pocket of my shorts, I get out a condom. I toss my wallet to the floor. Rip open the foil packet and roll the condom on.
I step up close to her, my cock pressing against her lower back. My hands slide around her chest and cup her tits. I start to roll her nipples between my fingers and pinch them just how she likes.
“You want me.”
Her head falls back against my chest. “I thought that was obvious,” she pants.
“It wasn’t a question.”
“Cocky twat.”
“You like my cockiness.”
Her head tilts, and those blue eyes meet with mine. “No. I like your cock.”
Fuck. I like you.
“Spread your legs.”
She does as I asked, widening her stance. Bending at the knees—because she’s small as fuck and heels aren’t conducive to walking around on the island and in the sand so she’s always in flip-flops—I lower myself to her height. I take my cock in my hand and rub him over her pussy.
I slide my hands up her arms, and covering her hands with mine, I link our fingers.
Then, I thrust up inside her. I don’t even give her a chance to adjust to my size. I just start fucking her.
I seem to lose my mind in this moment. I lose it in her body. The feel of the tight walls of her pussy squeezing my dick. Her breathy moans. The smell of sex around us.
I’m reduced to nothing but the need to make her come and for me to come.
I’m pounding into her, fucking her into the wall, like the world is about to end.
I bite her neck. Her shoulder. Suck on that spot behind her ear that makes her hips buck against my dick.
Pleasure shoots down my spine, like I’ve just been hit with a taser.
Fuck, I’m gonna come.
“Tell me you’re close,” I pant. “Because I’m gonna fucking come.”
“Almost … there … just keep doing that …”
The first minuscule tightening of her pussy around my dick, and I start coming. My dick jerks, and hot spurts of cum start to fill up the rubber. And my coming seems to only intensify her orgasm further, and her muscles almost vise-grip my cock, making me come even harder.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I’m almost sure that I black out at one point. Because the next thing I know, I come to with my forehead pressed against the back of her head, my mouth breathing in her hair.
“Fuck,” I croak.
“Right?” she whispers.
“That was intense.”
“So intense. I’ve never …” She trails off.
“What?”
“Sex has just never been like that for me. That vigorous.”
I tilt my head back from hers. “Dillon, we’ve been fucking five days. If you think that was the first time we’ve had vigorous sex, then I’m clearly doing something wrong.”
“No.” She laughs softly. “That’s not what I meant at all.” She turns her head, and soft blue eyes look at me in the dim light of the hallway. “You’re doing everything right. Better than right. I just meant … I don’t know what I meant.”
She takes her gaze away from me, but I catch her chin, bringing her eyes back to mine. “Yeah, you do. Say what you mean.”
She blinks. “I’ve never had sex before where I felt so lost in it. I mean, I get lost in sex with you—of course I do. But that was … something else. Like we were the only two people who existed in that moment. Does that make sense?”
Touching my thumb to her lip, I nod. “Yeah, it does.”
I know exactly what she means. Because I felt it too.
I’m just not really sure what it means.
If it means anything at all.
A yawn escapes her.
I chuckle. “Tired?”
“Yeah. You wore me out.”
I slide my dick out of her and take her by the hand, bringing her into the bathroom with me. I undress her and then myself. I tie her hair up into a bun, so it doesn’t get wet because I know she doesn’t like to sleep with wet hair. I turn the shower on and lead her into the running water. We both brush our teeth in the shower to save time. Then, we’re out of the shower and drying off. Mainly me drying myself and her because she’s tired and I can’t seem to stop touching her.
I lead her out of the bathroom, turning the lights off as I go. I pull back the cover, climb into bed, shift over, and tug her down in bed beside me.
She snuggles into my body, tangling her legs with mine.
Honestly, it’s kind of nice. I’ve never done any of this with anyone before.
I guess I get to play house with Dillon, knowing that there’s an expiration date on it when we leave the island. No worry or risk of her getting attached to me, which could happen if I did this kind of thing with anyone back home.
“West.”
“Hmm?”
“Do you have a side of the bed?” she asks on another yawn.
“No.” Then, I yawn because that shit’s contagious.
“No?” Her voice perks up a little. “How can you not have a side?”
“Because I live alone.”
“So? People who live alone still have a side of the bed. I lived alone and had a side of the bed. How can you not have a side of the bed?” She suddenly sounds a fuck of a lot more alert than she did a few moments ago.
And there I was, thinking we were going straight to sleep.
“I don’t know. I usually just sleep in the middle of my bed.”
“But …” She sounds really confused by this, and it’s pretty fucking cute, to be honest. “Which nightstand do you put your stuff on?”
“What stuff?”
She lifts her head and stares at me in the dark. “I dunno. Your lamp. Phone. Drink. General shit.”
“General shit.” I chuckle. “Well, I have a lamp on both nightstands. And the rest, well, I guess it just goes on whichever nightstand I happen to drop it on that night.”
“I can’t even. You’re really freaking me out.”
“I’m getting that.”
“I just … it’s not normal.”
I laugh again because she’s funny as fuck. “It’s perfectly normal. I’m a big guy. I take up a lot of space. So, I just sleep in the middle.”
“What size bed do you have?”
“A really big one.”
“Bigger than this?”
“Yep.”
“But you fit on one side of this bed, and it’s a king.”
“My ass is hanging off the edge of the bed.”
“Really?”
“No. But it’s close to it.”
“Do you need me to move over?”
“No, you’re good.”
She goes silent, but I can hear her mind ticking over.