28
The Island Touches Your Heart
Her eyes blinked with the recognition of those fateful words, the ones he spoke in an attempt to protect her. The only words he used to try to get her out of a terrible situation. He was a decent man who had made a bad decision. He hadn’t been cruel, like the other man. In fact, she couldn’t recall him being rough at all. His eyes had struck her. For a moment, he looked repentant. He seemed to be asking her something. Generally, his presence suggested he wasn’t one to ask, but in this instance, he wanted something of her. And then it passed, and he whispered those words over her mouth, gagged and unwilling. His lips covered hers.
His body shielded hers, but she’d turned numb. So cold, she thought. Resigned to a worse fate, she lay there, waiting for the second intrusion, an invasion that never came. He brushed back her hair, and the weight of him rested between her thighs, but he hadn’t entered her. She’d remember if he had, she decided. She’d remember him like that.
Presently, she heard the ripping of buttons off a shirt and warm hands pushing back damp clothing. So wet, she thought. Palms rubbed up and down her cold skin, and her body jostled with the roughness of his touch.
“Mouse,” he whispered harshly and she looked up at him, recalling who he was and who he’d become. He was caring for her once again. He cared about her, she decided. His mouth descended over hers, and the instant it connected, she flared back to life. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she pulled him to her. They tumbled back onto the makeshift bed.
“Clothes off,” he commanded, and she wrestled with her own shorts and underwear as he removed his. They sighed in unison when they came back together, the heat of skin and the warmth of bodies, igniting the other. Hands explored. Fingers caressed. Mouths melded as one.
“Let me in,” he pleaded. His lips covered her skin over her racing heart. Her thighs opened, allowing him entrance to a foreign land. The tip of him spread her, and he sailed forward. The sensation filled the dark cavern with a collective moan of relief.
He would be gentle with her. He would be patient. He would be kind. He was like a wave, rolling forward, crashing against her shore, and like the wet sand on the beach, she followed each retreat, waiting for the rush to happen again. They continued this pattern of him curling over her and her tumbling under him until the friction became too much. Like the angry sea surrounding the island, the rhythm increased, becoming a collision of crashing ocean and soft sand.
“Mouse,” he struggled, questioning the sensation. Her hands reached for his firm backside, and he lifted her knee, drawing himself deeper, wanting to drown in her.
She dug her fingers into the solid globes of his rear and clenched her thighs at his waist. Her groans murmured off the walls of the cave, where she asked to be tamed and claimed and owned by him. Rushing as she came, the orgasm didn't want to subside as another wave developed, and he rode her faster. He balanced over her, towering up on two hands. She’d become the island, letting the ocean take her and the wind claim her, and his thrusting increased as she climbed upward, chasing another release that would wreck her.
“I love you,” she screamed as the storm of him pounded against her. He stilled. The words stunned him, but she didn't think to worry. She was coming again, a river of rushing emotion as her body was wrapped around him, and then the subtle pulse of him inside her, beats of his own release, filled her.
“What did you say?” he asked through clenched teeth. The sound wasn't angry. He was confused, lost in the question. His eyes glistened.
A shaky hand wiped sweat at his brow, bodies still connected as one.
“I love you,” she whispered, one part fearing his wrath, and the other part bold enough to admit the emotion.
She loved him when she once hated him.
“Don't say that,” his voice trembled, liquid threatening to leak from his eyes. “Don't say that unless you mean it.” His eyes closed, shutting off the tunnel to his emotions.
“I love you,” she repeated. “You have tamed me. I am a part of you, and you are a part of me. You make me feel unique and I—”
His mouth crushed hers, at first intense and almost bruising. She thought he wanted to stop her and yet he wanted to draw her in, taste the words and devour them. Like a child with a treat he'd never experienced, he couldn't get enough of her sweetness.
He pulled back almost as abruptly as he claimed her lips. His palm pushed back the sweaty hair on her forehead.
“I didn't know it felt like this,” he said, his voice catching. “I didn't think I could feel like this. You make me wild.” He inhaled as he rolled, flipping her over him. Then he exhaled as he began the slow pleasure of filling her again. He hardened inside her as he lowered and lifted her by her hips. He watched them move in unison, taking his fill of entering her and disappearing deep into her cavern. An intoxicating scent filled the cave, fragranced with the scent of sex and the aroma of love. This was a den of bodily homage, and he worshipped her in his own way. The thrusting increased quickly, her body reacting with jolts and jiggles over his.
“You make me wild,” he said, bucking upward, as she slammed down on him. “I love you,” he choked, the words foreign and sweet to his lips. “And I'm sorry.”
“Tack,” she questioned, trying to slow the rhythm, but his hands controlled her. His body dominated. He forced her to keep pace and follow his lead.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” he grunted and sat up a bit, reaching for her lips. Kissing aggressively, his mouth sucked at hers. He pressed firmly against her lips, forcing her to feel his sorrow as he spoke, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Then he fell back and his hips forced her upward. Her hands came to his chest to steady herself, holding on through the storm of him. His heart raced beneath her touch. He burst inside her, a volcanic eruption leaving him replete, and a rush of wetness escaped down her thighs. His hand came to her lower belly as he stilled, and his thumb slipped to the bundle of nerves aching to be triggered. Several firm circles and she erupted over him, rolling over his lowering length like the clouds chasing one another in the sky. She came softly, sweetly, deeply. There was no other way to describe it. She showered him tenderly with the curl of her hips, allowing her warmth to surround him, and emotions to be released in another gentle cry of love. She fell forward, collapsing on his chest. A limp arm came over her back as they folded into one another. Using his heart beat as her pillow, she fell into a deep sleep, content with his apology and his love.