Yes, please, Bastian!

He enters me slowly, watching my face the entire time. I run my hands over his shoulders and chest, still amazed at the strong, hard muscles I find there. I reach for his sides and splay my fingers over his hips and feel him flex as he pushes into me.

Moreplease!

Anything for you, he responds. I want to give you everything you desire.

I watch as he sets a slow and steady rhythm. I grunt and groan with every motion of his hips, the sensations amplified by the sight of his c.o.c.k disappearing into my body. I tear my eyes away from the sight and press up against him, dig my fingers into his backside, and wonder if I will ever get enough of this feeling.

Bastians arms coil around my body, and he leans back until hes sitting back on his knees and Im in his lap again, straddling him this time. With one hand between my shoulder blades and the other gripping the back of my head, he presses up into me again. I hold onto his upper arms and press my body tightly against his chest, focusing on the warmth of his skin on mine.

I love looking at you like this, he says. Watching you move up and downfeeling myself inside of you. Its like were one person, and we will never be apart.

I rest my hand on the side of his face and kiss his softly. His words echo through my head, warming me from the inside out. He moves his hands down to hold my hips, guiding my movements on top of him.

He cant get as deep in this position, but I feel every stroke more intensely. The head of his c.o.c.k rubs the back of my c.l.i.t every time he moves, and the hard muscles of his chest stimulate my nipples as I place my head on his shoulder and suck gently on the side of his neck. I kiss up his jawline and lick at his earlobe.

His touch is so light, so gentle. Its completely different from the way it was before, but I am no less consumed by him this way as I was when I was underneath him, giving myself over to anything and everything he wanted. I lean back to look at his face, and his eyes stay locked with mine. I should feel uneasy with the way were looking at each other, but I cant look away.

He cups the back of my head with one hand while he uses the other to explore my body. He strokes my shoulders, my side, my stomach, and my b.r.e.a.s.t.s again and again until my skin tingles everywhere. His breath is warm against my lips as he kisses me repeatedly.

Feels so good, he whispers in my ear, making me shiver. I love having you wrapped around me like this. I love holding you so close to me, making us one person.

Running my hand over his jaw, I press my thumb to his lips. He opens his mouth, licks my thumb, and then gently bites the pad. Im breathing so hard, I cant make a sound but can only watch as he sucks my thumb into his mouth and closes his eyes, moaning.

I need more of you, he says. I want you on top of me. I want you to do whatever you want while you ride me.

I nod in response.

We roll together until Im straddling him with my knees on either side of his hips. He takes a hold of his d.i.c.k and angles it up so I can lower myself over it. I place my hands on his body to balance myself as we start again. I rock into him, setting my own slow and steady rhythm as I stroke his chest with my fingertips.

I cant comprehend what Im feeling. Elation, comfort, security"its all rolled together into one emotion. The sounds of the rain have ended. I can barely hear the rush of waves over the sand. There is nothing but Bastian and I, bound together in perfect unity.

So beautiful like this, Bastian says as he reaches up and slowly runs his hands over my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, down to my hips, across my stomach, and back up again. He watches the place where were connected, his eyes half closed and his mouth slightly open as he stares. I close my eyes and tilt my head up to the sky, slowly rotating my hips and reveling in the feeling of his c.o.c.k deep inside of me. Bastian rolls his hips in a rhythm that matches the ocean waves as they crash on the sh.o.r.e"slow, steady, deep.

Shudders run through my body, focusing on where we are connected. I gasp and start to fall forward, but Bastian grabs my hips, steadying me. He picks up the pace, using my hips as leverage as he angles his body up into mine. His jaw tightens as he grits his teeth.

Oh, G.o.d! Kandace! Babyplease! I watch Bastians face as he comes, mouth open and eyes closed. I run my hand over his jaw and down his neck, positive I have never seen such an incredible sight. I cant hold backnot anymore. You feel too good.

Dont hold back.

Bastian grips my hips once more before relaxing his fingers, opening his eyes, and smiling up at me. I return the look before leaning over to rest against his chest and listen to the beat of his heart. He runs his hands up and down my back, and his skin is so warm and comforting that I just want to fall asleep in his arms.

Nodont sleep.

For a moment, there is a vision of bright lights behind my eyelids. I sit up abruptly and grip Bastians shoulders. My hands are shaking, but he doesnt take notice. He runs his fingers down my sides and over my a.s.s before he starts ma.s.saging my thighs.

Relax, baby, he says quietly.

I dont want to.

You want to go at it again? He grins broadly as he sits up and wraps his arms around me. His lips press against my shoulder, and he sighs. You might have actually worn me out.

So you do have a stopping point? I snicker.

Just a little break, he says, correcting me. You have to let a man catch his breath every once in a while.

Why should I? I ask. Youve taken mine away.

All part of the service, madam. He twists and turns me until Im sitting on his lap, secured by his embrace.

I trace the edge of his jaw with my fingertip. His skin is smooth to my touch, and I wonder when he managed to get a shave. I dont remember him ever leaving my side, and I wonder how long I have been with him on this island. Ive lost track of how many times weve had s.e.x. I dont recall ever stopping to do so much as get a drink of water.

Bastian lightly touches my lips with his and then stares into my eyes.

Stop thinking, he says.

Im not sure if his words are a command or a plea.

But none of this makes sense, I say. How did I get here? Why am I here at all?

Shh. He presses his finger to my lips, silencing me. He holds my cheek to his shoulder and kisses the top of my head. I want to stay like this forever.

So do I. I turn to look at him, offering him my most sincere smile.

He smiles back at me slowly. His eyes twinkle as he grins, but theres something deeper inside"something full of regret. I want to ask him why he looks that way, but I cant bring myself to form the words.

Without warning or the recollection of moving, were back on the beach, sitting in the sand as the waves wash over our bare feet. Im back in the blue bathing suit I dont recognize, and Bastian wears smudged, sandy cargo shorts. The sun is setting in brilliant hues of orange, red, and purple. A group of pelicans fly in front of us, diving for their evening meal.

Im exhausted"insanely exhausted"but I still feel a sense of peace I havent felt in a long time. I feel calm and safe as Bastian casually tosses his arm over my shoulders, and we watch the sun sink below the horizon.

This isnt real, is it?

What is real? Bastian asks with a shrug. He looks at me and gently runs his hand over my arm. Do you hear my voice and feel my touch on your skin? Have I made you come so hard you think youre going to lose your mind?

Yes, I say with a nod. I cant deny that. Ive never felt like this before.

Life is made up of experiences, Kandace. Have you had an experience here?

Yes. I nod to emphasize the words. Everything he says is absolutely true.

Then what else do you need?

What else indeed?

I lie back in the sand, and Bastian joins me. He wraps one arm around my shoulders and brings me up against his chest. His other hand rests against my hip, and he tosses one leg over mine, holding me closely and securely.

You got me? I whisper quietly as I close my eyes. I feel disoriented and my head fills with a dizzying fog. I can barely feel the sand on my back. The only clear sensation is Bastians limbs wrapped around me.

I got you, babe. Always. We all do.

All? I try to open my eyes but only manage to flutter my eyelashes. The images flicker from the warm reds of the fading sunset to bright, sterile white walls.

All of us, Kandace. His voice is beginning to fade. We all love you.

Im leaving.

I close my eyes, no longer able to hold them open. I feel Bastians grip on me tighten, and I hear him whisper soft words to me again, but he sounds so far away.

Not leaving"waking up. All of this is a dream.

Maybe it is. Maybe none of what happened on this island is real. It doesnt matter. Each moment will live inside my memories, and that can never be taken from me. As Bastian said"life is made up of experiences, and there is no doubt that Ive had quite an experience.

An experience I will forever cherish.

~~The End~~

Authors Note

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Kandace: Ive got you.

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