together too. Marcy sighed, wishing for more than these stolen moments yet afraid to forgive and ask forgiveness. Then she reached up, caressed Sam’s stubbled cheeks, drew his face down to meet her eager lips.
His long surgeon’s fingers entwined with hers, dragging them away. “First I want to feed you. Come here, let’s see what we can find in the galley.”
Out of the chaos the storm had wreaked on his food supply, they salvaged a bunch of grapes…a slightly battered banana. Crackers, though they were reduced to nothing but crumbs from the beating they’d taken. A wedge of cheddar cheese. Some olives. Bending, Sam salvaged a slightly bruised cucumber from the floor and set it on the sink. “I think I’d rather play with this than eat it,” he said, the twinkle in his eye reminding Marcy of the old days when they’d whiled away a lazy day in bed, feeding each other and playing with makeshift sex toys neither of them had the spare change or the balls to go and buy from the adult store around the corner from their first apartment.
Plate in hand, he led the way to the cabin—and the narrow bunk in its corner. “Feed me,” he ordered once he stretched out atop the taut, crisp sheet. “Let me feed you too.” His voice softened, and she heard a catch, as though he were as overcome by memories—emotions—as she.
Almost as though he were afraid of rejection. When Marcy sat on the edge of the bunk beside him she saw not the handsome, supremely confident physician Sam had become, but the gawky redheaded boy he’d been when he very hesitantly asked her for their first date. She recalled his shyness, his sweetness…the endearing hesitation when he’d dared to steal a kiss. And the crackling, miraculous connection she’d felt from the moment their lips had touched.
There was still something of the wonder in his face as he smiled up at her, and it touched her heart as his bold direction did her body. A connection bitter words hadn’t quite been able to sever still made her heart beat faster in his presence. His, too, if she could believe the words he’d said in the heat of passion as they lay in the eye of the storm, not certain they’d survive its wrath.
“You know, there’s something about a first love…something that’s so damn hard to let go of.” She fed him a grape, and then a sliver of cheese, wishing her voice held the ring of confidence for which she was known in court. But no. She sounded much like the pretty sophomore cheerleader who’d fallen deeply and inexplicably for the gawky nerd of the senior class. “Come on, you big lug. Do something to make me remember why I packed up your stuff and had it laid out on the front porch for you. Don’t make me fall in love with you all over again.”
He turned his head and nibbled gently at her finger. “I’ll never do that again. Baby, I don’t have the words to tell you how sorry I am. What will it take to get you to forgive me? Give us another chance?”
She wanted to. God how she wanted to. But…Sam had a possessive streak a mile wide. He couldn’t help but know about her years-long search for satisfaction…the string of lovers who hadn’t been able to take his place in her heart, or pay him back for the one he’d wrongly accused her of having. “For now, let’s just say that like this boat, we’re on an island. An island where reality dares not to intrude. Let go of my hand, and I’ll feed you. You’re going to need all your strength for what I have in mind.”
“I’ll drink to that. Here, you’re going to need some energy yourself.” With that, he held the peeled banana to her lips. “Eat up.”
She closed her lips around the soft, sweet fruit, licking its smooth surface the way she wanted to devour Sam’s big, throbbing cock. Funny. She’d never cared much for giving him head before, but now she could barely wait to take him in her mouth and love him. She chewed and swallowed, her gaze on his growing erection as she
His long surgeon’s fingers entwined with hers, dragging them away. “First I want to feed you. Come here, let’s see what we can find in the galley.”
Out of the chaos the storm had wreaked on his food supply, they salvaged a bunch of grapes…a slightly battered banana. Crackers, though they were reduced to nothing but crumbs from the beating they’d taken. A wedge of cheddar cheese. Some olives. Bending, Sam salvaged a slightly bruised cucumber from the floor and set it on the sink. “I think I’d rather play with this than eat it,” he said, the twinkle in his eye reminding Marcy of the old days when they’d whiled away a lazy day in bed, feeding each other and playing with makeshift sex toys neither of them had the spare change or the balls to go and buy from the adult store around the corner from their first apartment.
Plate in hand, he led the way to the cabin—and the narrow bunk in its corner. “Feed me,” he ordered once he stretched out atop the taut, crisp sheet. “Let me feed you too.” His voice softened, and she heard a catch, as though he were as overcome by memories—emotions—as she.
Almost as though he were afraid of rejection. When Marcy sat on the edge of the bunk beside him she saw not the handsome, supremely confident physician Sam had become, but the gawky redheaded boy he’d been when he very hesitantly asked her for their first date. She recalled his shyness, his sweetness…the endearing hesitation when he’d dared to steal a kiss. And the crackling, miraculous connection she’d felt from the moment their lips had touched.
There was still something of the wonder in his face as he smiled up at her, and it touched her heart as his bold direction did her body. A connection bitter words hadn’t quite been able to sever still made her heart beat faster in his presence. His, too, if she could believe the words he’d said in the heat of passion as they lay in the eye of the storm, not certain they’d survive its wrath.
“You know, there’s something about a first love…something that’s so damn hard to let go of.” She fed him a grape, and then a sliver of cheese, wishing her voice held the ring of confidence for which she was known in court. But no. She sounded much like the pretty sophomore cheerleader who’d fallen deeply and inexplicably for the gawky nerd of the senior class. “Come on, you big lug. Do something to make me remember why I packed up your stuff and had it laid out on the front porch for you. Don’t make me fall in love with you all over again.”
He turned his head and nibbled gently at her finger. “I’ll never do that again. Baby, I don’t have the words to tell you how sorry I am. What will it take to get you to forgive me? Give us another chance?”
She wanted to. God how she wanted to. But…Sam had a possessive streak a mile wide. He couldn’t help but know about her years-long search for satisfaction…the string of lovers who hadn’t been able to take his place in her heart, or pay him back for the one he’d wrongly accused her of having. “For now, let’s just say that like this boat, we’re on an island. An island where reality dares not to intrude. Let go of my hand, and I’ll feed you. You’re going to need all your strength for what I have in mind.”
“I’ll drink to that. Here, you’re going to need some energy yourself.” With that, he held the peeled banana to her lips. “Eat up.”
She closed her lips around the soft, sweet fruit, licking its smooth surface the way she wanted to devour Sam’s big, throbbing cock. Funny. She’d never cared much for giving him head before, but now she could barely wait to take him in her mouth and love him. She chewed and swallowed, her gaze on his growing erection as she
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