own life.
Ever since she’d arrived on the island, my life had changed for the better. Each morning was better than the one before because it was another one I got to share with her. God, and then last night. There’d been times I felt close to passing out from the sheer pleasure her body provided that my vision had started to blur. Jane was my heaven, but her body was my playland—my every fantasy fulfilled.
I’d been attracted to Jane from the moment I saw her, attracted in a way that turned my stomach and made it hard to breathe. Not just because she was the first woman I’d seen in years, but because she was the first woman I’d come across who made me feel like my search was over. The first woman who’d given me a glimpse at forever.
I didn’t want to come on strong, because she had enough to cope with after getting marooned on a deserted island without having to fend off the advances of some mute Neanderthal. I didn’t want her to fear me or worry that I was just waiting for my opportunity to take advantage of her. I’d rather chew off my own arm than make her feel that I’d ever hurt her in that way, but then that morning I woke up to find her coming undone in my arms as she stroked her pussy against my leg.
Fuck. Thinking about the way I’d felt waking up to that made my dick ache so deep, I felt like it was going to split in half. It had taken every ounce of willpower in this life and my next hundred to keep from pinning her below me and letting my cock feel that perfect pussy coming undone. Instead I’d lain there, pumping my leg as she fell apart in my arms, and feeling like I was about to give myself an aneurism.
I looked forward to every morning, sometimes waking her up before she woke me, never growing tired of giving her the pleasure she both seemed to desire and require. Though she tried every morning, I never let her return the favor, no matter how fucking much I wanted to feel her body bring me to my own release.
I always declined because I didn’t want her to think I expected anything in return. I didn’t want her to think that because I’d given her something, she had to give me something. It wasn’t a favor I gave her each morning with the expectation of having it paid back—it was a damn honor to give her what she needed. A privilege for her to share that private part of herself for me.
But last night . . . fuck . . . last night.
My restraint must have drifted off into the night air when she exposed her naked body to me, asking me to share my body with hers. Practically begging me to unleash the animal I’d tried to keep under control inside me. Controlling him any longer became impossible when she lowered onto her hands and knees in front of me and I saw the wet welcome shining on her pussy.
It became impossible to say no to her because it was a concept I was unfamiliar with where it concerned Jane. No wasn’t in my vocabulary where she was involved. It never would be either.
When Jane’s leg fitted around my hips a little snugger, I could feel her pussy pressing into my side. I had to grit my jaw to keep from taking her right this second, especially when I felt how ready she was to welcome my cock into her body. Dripping wet even in her dreams—they must have been sweet ones.
Scrubbing my face to keep from shoving myself between her legs and making them that much sweeter, I slowly unwound from her embrace to go get some water. After the “exertion” of last night, she needed to get plenty of water today. Thankfully we’d brought enough back yesterday to get us through most of the day.
I had to stretch for a minute to get the blood pumping to other extremities than my dick, then I dropped a few more pieces of wood on the fire to keep the flame going just enough to keep the pests away from the shark I’d dragged out of the ocean. Later, I’d cut it into smaller pieces and dry it out to preserve it, but right now, I had other things to take care of.
My loincloth was
Ever since she’d arrived on the island, my life had changed for the better. Each morning was better than the one before because it was another one I got to share with her. God, and then last night. There’d been times I felt close to passing out from the sheer pleasure her body provided that my vision had started to blur. Jane was my heaven, but her body was my playland—my every fantasy fulfilled.
I’d been attracted to Jane from the moment I saw her, attracted in a way that turned my stomach and made it hard to breathe. Not just because she was the first woman I’d seen in years, but because she was the first woman I’d come across who made me feel like my search was over. The first woman who’d given me a glimpse at forever.
I didn’t want to come on strong, because she had enough to cope with after getting marooned on a deserted island without having to fend off the advances of some mute Neanderthal. I didn’t want her to fear me or worry that I was just waiting for my opportunity to take advantage of her. I’d rather chew off my own arm than make her feel that I’d ever hurt her in that way, but then that morning I woke up to find her coming undone in my arms as she stroked her pussy against my leg.
Fuck. Thinking about the way I’d felt waking up to that made my dick ache so deep, I felt like it was going to split in half. It had taken every ounce of willpower in this life and my next hundred to keep from pinning her below me and letting my cock feel that perfect pussy coming undone. Instead I’d lain there, pumping my leg as she fell apart in my arms, and feeling like I was about to give myself an aneurism.
I looked forward to every morning, sometimes waking her up before she woke me, never growing tired of giving her the pleasure she both seemed to desire and require. Though she tried every morning, I never let her return the favor, no matter how fucking much I wanted to feel her body bring me to my own release.
I always declined because I didn’t want her to think I expected anything in return. I didn’t want her to think that because I’d given her something, she had to give me something. It wasn’t a favor I gave her each morning with the expectation of having it paid back—it was a damn honor to give her what she needed. A privilege for her to share that private part of herself for me.
But last night . . . fuck . . . last night.
My restraint must have drifted off into the night air when she exposed her naked body to me, asking me to share my body with hers. Practically begging me to unleash the animal I’d tried to keep under control inside me. Controlling him any longer became impossible when she lowered onto her hands and knees in front of me and I saw the wet welcome shining on her pussy.
It became impossible to say no to her because it was a concept I was unfamiliar with where it concerned Jane. No wasn’t in my vocabulary where she was involved. It never would be either.
When Jane’s leg fitted around my hips a little snugger, I could feel her pussy pressing into my side. I had to grit my jaw to keep from taking her right this second, especially when I felt how ready she was to welcome my cock into her body. Dripping wet even in her dreams—they must have been sweet ones.
Scrubbing my face to keep from shoving myself between her legs and making them that much sweeter, I slowly unwound from her embrace to go get some water. After the “exertion” of last night, she needed to get plenty of water today. Thankfully we’d brought enough back yesterday to get us through most of the day.
I had to stretch for a minute to get the blood pumping to other extremities than my dick, then I dropped a few more pieces of wood on the fire to keep the flame going just enough to keep the pests away from the shark I’d dragged out of the ocean. Later, I’d cut it into smaller pieces and dry it out to preserve it, but right now, I had other things to take care of.
My loincloth was
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