I WAS SO AFRAID.

I didn’t know what came over me, why I told him those things, the secrets that I’ve been keeping to myself all these months when I arrived in this country. But when Jeff started asking me, it just overwhelmed me all of the sudden, the burden of having to keep everything bottled in.

I’ve never felt the strongest urge to talk, regardless of the consequences. But I also knew somehow deep in my heart that I could trust Jeff. I don’t know what exactly gave me the guaranty that I could trust him. Maybe because he trusted me enough to carry his child. That entailed a huge amount of trust, to let someone be the mother of your child, even if it’s only a monetary arrangement.

“You’re shaking, amore.”

Amore. Since when did he start speaking to me in Spanish?

I smile as I snuggle closer into his arms. “I’m a bit cold.”

I’m indeed shaking and shivering, at first in fear, that I may be going in way over my head by spilling my guts all over him…but now, I’m shaking from an entirely different feeling.

Hearing him say he will take care of me was like a blanket of security that melted away all my fears. It shut down my insecurities. It’s the most arousing thing, to hear that someone will protect me, to know Jeff really cares for me.

I’m now shaking with need.

I need him.

I want him.

Inside me. So much.

“Jeff…”

I nuzzle his chest. I’m not the one to instigate our lovemaking. I’m not yet that confident. But now, my body is demanding connection with him of the most intimate kind.

He’s so warm and solid…and he smells so good…

I press my face in the crook of his neck, settling my body against him, wanting to mold my form in the contours of his big, hard frame.

My core is pulsing with life, my nether lips swelling with desire.

I raise my face to his.

His eyes are burning, scorching me.

“I want you,” the words leave my lips.

His arousal strains against my stomach and I want it. I want it pulsing in my hands…

I reach for his heat, cupping him in my palm.

He inhales deeply, jerking a bit, seemingly electrified.

“Mara…”

“You’re so hard…so hot…”

His mouth opens and a shaky breath escapes his throat. He seems to expand even more in my hand, growing thicker and harder. Boldness spurs me. I lick his lips and grip him through the thin material of his board shorts.

“I want to taste you.”

And I slide down his body until I’m between his legs, my face just a foot from the huge bulge in his shorts. Fluttering my lashes to give him a coy look, I hook my fingers on the waistband.

“Is this hardness for me?” I mimic his dirty words.

“What do you think?” he croaks.

I grin and pull at his fly, opening it.

His erection pops out like a catapult, making me jump.

I laugh nervously, momentarily shocked at his size, my modesty creeping in. Oh my lord, what am I doing?

“So, you were saying…?” he teases me.

I look up at him shyly, then back at his… cock. That’s how he refers to it. Cock.

I’ve touched it, felt it inside me, but I’ve never dared to actually look at it up close. I can see that his skin here is darker in shade and kind of translucent, making a few veins discernible.

His cock looks so strong like him, and quite intimidating. But I’ve taken him inside me many times now, and it doesn’t hurt anymore when he breaches my opening. I only feel a little discomfort when he stretches me, but every time he takes me, I’m too aroused, too wet to care, because once he’s fully inside me and begins the carnal dance, I simply forget everything but the pleasure and the climb to the summit. Oh, the heights he’s taken me!

My thoughts have made me so wet and they dictate my hands to move on his cock, stroking him up and down, marveling how elastic his skin here feels. So hot and hard…

“Mara…” His breath is choppy now, the corrugated muscles in his stomach clenching with his labored breathing.

Whitish fluid oozes out of his bulbous tip and I just have to taste him like he always did to me, with gusto. I bend my head and swipe my tongue over the crown, collecting the pearly moisture there.

He practically shudders, electrified, his hips lifting from the mattress, his fingers combing through my hair, his legs straining at my sides.

“Oh God, Mara…baby…”

His heady taste makes my head spin and his pleading voice empowers me. I become bolder and take him into my mouth, taking in as much of his length as I can. He’s big and I struggle, trying not to choke.

“Oh shit…oh baby…oh fuck, Mara…”

His curses and praises spur me and I move my mouth on his length. Up and down, my head bobbing slowly, loving his cock with my lips and tongue.

I feel him and taste him and I so love him.

I love him.

Yes, I fully acknowledge that now. Since I first saw his portrait on the hallway at Everland, I have loved him. At first in my dreams…and now…oh now…I’m loving him with all of me.

I let go of his length and look up at him. I rub his hardness on my lips, on my cheeks as I love him with my eyes, too.

“Jeff…please…” I want him inside me. I’m a flowing lava of desire between my legs and I’m no longer shy in showing him.

“Yes, oh yes, baby. You’re gonna get it. I’m gonna put so much cum in your pussy. My sweet, are you wet for me? Are you ready for my cock?”

Oh, am I ready. It’s so awesome to witness this contrast in him. In public, he’s such a gentleman, formal and well-mannered in his speech and actions. In private, he’s a wild beast, raw and untamed. His filthy mouth in the heat of passion no longer shocks me. I revel in every dirty word he utters. They are testament to how I’m making him feel. I’m causing him to feel these intense feelings and I want him to feel this way for me every day, all the time. Forever if destiny allows us.

I reach between my thighs and my fingers get naughty, dipping into my heat.

Then I reach out and let him taste my fingers. I’ve become shameless but he has made me so. Jeff makes love like the wild. Free and raw.

I want to be like that, too. With him. Only with him.

He goes crazy and licks my fingers like a puppy starving for milk, making guttural and impatient sounds in his throat, and I feel like coming in my panties from these sensations alone.

“Fuck, you’re the hottest goddess!”

And then I’m on my back.

He’s a beast crouching above me, his eyes burning, his big bad cock raring between us, ready to give me his seed. His baby.

God, I want his baby.

I open my legs wide for him, my pussy desperate to receive him.

“Jeff…inside me!”

He rips my panties out of the way.

My eyes are riveted to his middle where his hand is gripping the base of his huge penis, and I watch with my mouth open, my breath puffing as he rubs his hard length over my wet folds.

“Look at us. See how hard I am and how wet you are, baby? What you’re feeling is also what I’m feeling.”

I bite my lower lip, moaning as he rubs over my clit, around and around.

“I want to come now, Mara. I want to fill you with so much cum you’ll be pregnant before we leave this island.”

“Yes, oh yes, Jeff, please!”

He thrusts inside me, opening me up wide with his thickness.

I still feel a slight discomfort but the pressure in my core is so great I just want him to start moving.

He does.

He surges in and out of me, filling me to bursting, reaching the deepest part of me, marking me forever.

My vision blurs and my hearing dulls as the pleasure engulfs me, destroying my sanity.

I’m exploding, flying into nothingness, and yet I feel everything.

He’s grunting like an animal above me, possessing me savagely I might split in two, and then he hugs me tight, shuddering, filling me with his warm seed.

I can almost see it in my mind’s eye as I float in a river of sublime bliss. His lucky sperm is swimming madly, seeking my egg.

They become one. Just like Jeff and I.

We’re so joined right now I don’t know where my body starts and where his ends.

It’s nice to dream in the afterglow of our spent passion.

Yes, I’ll allow myself this. Even just for a few days more.

Jeff and I.

On this island, I’m Cinderella and he’s my Prince.

We’re going to have a happy ending.