Mackenzie

The first rays of morning was shining through the back window. I remembered opening the shutters yesterday hoping the light would wake Richard. Like yesterday, I awoke wrapped in warm arms and the unmistakable poke of arousal pressing against my back.

This morning it did not cause me alarm, it made me smile. I attempted to rise, hoping to get coffee on.

“Where do you think you’re going?” the masculine voice lying beside me wanted to know.

“To make coffee.” I slapped his roaming hands and grabbed the top to the pyjamas lying near the bed.

“You can make coffee later, come back to bed,” he enticed with a come hither look.

I pointed to the window. “Sun. The fog lifted, the Coast Guard will be able to come for you. I should head to the lighthouse and search for a signal.”

“They’re coming for me, not you. I’ll go to the lighthouse, you stay here, coffee sounds good.”

He climbed out of bed and slipped into his jeans as I watched. Who knew something as innocent as putting on his jeans could set my insides burning. Was it possible to find someone sexier with their clothes on, rather than off?

“Hey, eyes up here,” he instructed. He reached for the hunting jacket. “Strong and black, remember,” he stated with a kiss on his way out.

He was taking longer than I anticipated. I filled the Thermos with the black coffee and headed to the lighthouse. I should have been too tired after last night to brave the long flight up the stairs.

Knowing what was waiting at the top made the journey pleasant.

I reached the top and handed him the coffee. “Hill, Mohamed. You know the proverb, what’s the holdup?”

“No one there, just static,” he said, playing with the knobs.

I pulled out my cell and walked around the room holding it above my head. “No signal.”

“You have your cell and you never thought to mention it,” he scowled.

“It doesn't work out here. Signal dies half way across the sandbar, however, it comes in handy for the remainder of the trip,” I shrugged.

He was leaning casually against the railing drinking his coffee, staring at the ocean. “She sure is beautiful, when she’s not kicking my ass,” he snickered.

“It’s really clear out there, I thought we would have made contact by now. Where are they?” I wondered out loud.

“Is this the brushoff the morning after?” he grinned. “Wow, most women just kick me out of their bed. You take the cake, kicking me off the entire island.”

The comment would have been amusing had he not used the term “most women.” I turned my back to face the ocean, hoping he did not see the cringed expression.

I chose to be celibate after Michael; an attractive virile man like Richard would not be.

It wasn’t the day I had planned when I came here. It happened and I enjoyed it, now it was over.

He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. The touch of him made my knees weak. I stabilized myself, holding onto the counter that housed the electronics. If he was leaving today, walking out of my life, what harm would it do to satisfy myself one more time?

I could tell he was still afflicted with the arousal he woke with. It must have been uncomfortable pressing against his jeans. He had gone commando under those jeans this morning and shirtless under the hunter’s jacket.

I had only slipped on a pair of boy shorts under the oversized pyjama top.

I took his hands and prompted him to follow my lead in unbuttoning my top, matching my fingers in slowly undoing them one by one, giving him access.

His breathing increased and his hands began their exploration of my naked breasts. My back was to his chest and his breath was in my ear, whispering, “You are so fucking beautiful.”

His hands worked their way under the shirt, assisting me in removing the obstruction between us. I was wet and needy, and climaxed at the mere touch of his hands on me.

“You didn't wait for me baby,” he nudged as he nestled into the nape of my neck, attacking it with his mouth, his tongue, his teeth.

I was enthralled at his expertise in knowing how to please my body. It left me unable to respond.

“It’s okay,” he assured me when he came up for air. “There is nothing wrong with being greedy, Mac. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you,” I moaned, my voice a low soft mewl, barely audible, “here, now.” I was past the point of no return, the liquid pooling between my legs molten, burning as it dripped down my thighs.

I faced him attacking his mouth, letting him know I was ready for him.

I lowered his zipper and the growing bulge crying to be set free of it’s constricting prison sprung forward. He pulled me into him; close, we became one. He placed his hands on my ass as I climbed him.

I lowered onto his cock, impaling myself with his enormous shaft.

“Baby, you’re so fucking wet and hot,” he rasped against my ear.

We fit together perfectly, the rise and fall harmonic, passionate and all consuming like the majestic ocean before us.

My multiple orgasms were evident by my cries and body language. It wasn't the raw primal sex like last night; he was gentle, compassionate, he was making love to me.

He wasn’t supposed to bring emotions into this. This was about fulfilling a longing, a need, a sexual release.

I feared the subtle tension in my grip, the pause in my breath, gave me away. I held tight as I climaxed. I was over my head.

He had not come as I had; I couldn't let him leave this way.

“Richard, we made no promises.” I kissed him gently on his full captivating lips.

I leaned into him, my breasts against his bare chest. I wanted him to lose control to me. A puppet master pulling his strings to my bidding.

I wasn't bidding him to satisfy me, I wanted him to fulfill his needs. I pulled him closer, letting him feel my breath in his ear.

“You did make me a promise last night. You promised you would make me scream.”

His hands lifted me, holding me onto his ever-growing cock. I wrapped my legs around him and held on for dear life. I took the lead and directed him where to position me on the console.

Thrust for thrust we bucked in synchronization, giving, taking of each other.

There was no holding back. He pushed harder, deeper. I wanted every bit of him. Then that tell tale shriek, the one that told me he found the essence of my womanhood. He plunged into me again and again while I screamed and begged him not to stop.

I wanted to make it last for him and for me. Orgasm after orgasm I tightened around his shaft with a sensation that sent shockwaves through my nervous system.

I felt the hot fluid leave his body, filling me with the spastic jerking of his cock as it emptied into me.

I faltered, leaning my head on his shoulder. He had pushed me to capacity, to a brink of insanity. I hoped his own orgasm was so complete, so pure. He took me to a place I feared I would never go again.

I sat clinging to him for support, my body still tingling, my mind still reeling. I laid my hand on his thumping chest.

“Beating, that's good. I told them you didn't break anything, I want to keep you that way until you get rescued.”

Our breathing had returned to normal. I was finally able to pull away from him. I picked up my underwear.

“I am going to go shower and get dressed, then I’ll come monitor the radio,” I explained as I headed for the stairs.

I couldn’t allow myself to bring emotions into this. That wasn’t what this was about. This was sex, nothing more. The best fucking sex I had ever had in my life, but it was just sex.

The Coast Guard would come for him and take him away. He would leave me, like he did before. I have to protect my heart.

Once he was gone, how long would it take him to come back this time? If ever?