I glance at him over my shoulder and my sex clenches as I take in the way his body is trembling—for me.
“No, Wes. Fuck me.”
He takes a breath and exhales slowly as he closes the small gap between us, and my nipples pucker in anticipation of his touch. Not disappointing me, he slides his hands around my waist, dipping under my shirt, and sliding up to cup my aching breasts. I whimper.
“I was gone too long, wasn’t I?”
“Yes,” I murmur and push my breasts into his big warm hands. He breathes against my neck, his breath scorching my skin.
“Poor baby, woke up so needy for my cock and I wasn’t here to give it to you. Did you have to touch yourself?”
Playing along, I whimper. “It wouldn’t have been the same. Only your cock would do, Wes.”
He curses under his breath, and my chest swells. God, I love what I do to him—what he does to me. I don’t know if he’s like this with every girl, and right now I don’t care. I’m staying in this fantasy for as long as possible.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispers against my neck, my hair fluttering with his harsh breath. “You were sleeping so soundly, I thought I could get a run in, but it’s hard to do with a raging fucking hard on.”
I chuckle, but it’s tortured and needy. He plays with my hard nipples before sliding one hand lower. Deft fingers toy with the elastic on my panties, and I moan for more.
“You need this?” he asks.
“I need you.”
He rewards me by sliding a hand inside my panties, the rough pad of his finger grazing my aching clit. More tortured curses reach my ears when his fingers slick over my wet sex.
“I think you should put your hard cock inside me. I can’t have my guests running around the island sporting a hard on.”
“Not good for business?” he teases.
“Probably not, especially if you walk out of this dome without one.”
“Not going to happen. As long as you’re around, I’m going to be hard, babe.”
A thrill goes through me. “I have to see what I can do to keep that under control. I can’t have any potential guests thinking I provide anything other than camping services.”
He slips a finger into me and I moan. “No, this is only for me?”
“Yes, only for you.”
“Fuck yeah,” he says in a voice so deep and possessive as he strokes my G-spot, I nearly come around his finger. “Only for me.”
I move, rock my hips as he finger fucks me right here at the kitchen table. One hand goes to my back and he runs his fingers down my spine, pressing hard enough to send shivers through me. I whimper and circle my hips, wanting him deeper…wanting his cock.
“Cock, please…”
“We’ll get there, baby.”
He fucks me with his finger, pulling out only to slide in again, and I’m so damn wet and slippery, it seems to be driving him wild. He’s grunting and panting, and just when I think I’m going to come, he slowly inches out of me. I whimper my protest and he chuckles against my throat.
His breath travels down my back as he sinks to his knees. I go wild as he takes his time adjusting my panties, fitting them nicely around my ass. He lightly rubs my ass cheeks. “So pretty. Have you ever been fucked here?” he asks, and my resulting gasp answers his question. “Maybe you’d like that before we leave this island.” He tugs my panties down in the back, to expose my ass, and he presses slow kisses to my cheeks as he massages with his big hands, tugging to open me and I damn near lose my mind as pleasure centers between my legs.
He pulls my panties back up, another prolonged foreplay session meant to drive me delirious. My panties bunch as he tugs them high, making a thong, and with each, hard upward pull, he stimulates my swollen clit. This man knows all the tricks and I love it.
“Rub yourself against your panties, Charlie. Show me how you get off.”
“Holy God, Wes,” I say, and thrust back and forth against my panties, as he holds them tight against my pussy and ass. “That feels so good.”
“Let see how this feels.” He tugs my panties down, and I’m about to widen my legs to give him full access, when he squeezes them together, puts his hand on my back and bends me forward until my nipples are pressed against the kitchen table.