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Again, I kissed him furiously. “I want all of you.”
I took him in, enveloped him from tip to hip, and a pleasant warmth rolled through me. This was more than some tropical fling, more than a passing affair with my college crush. That much was certain in the way we moved, the way his eyes studied my face as the exhilaration burned through my insides, the way he breathed my name and I melted into him.
Our skin was slick with sweat and precipitation, and our hands glided over each other’s bodies like condensation rolls down the outside of a cold glass in summer. My hips rocked forward and back, faster and faster as the pressure within me continued to build. Then suddenly, with confidence and command, Jason wrapped one arm around my torso and we rolled, and then he was above me. He kissed my lips, my neck, pulled my nipple into his mouth, each of these separate moments eliciting a different gasp or sigh of bliss from me.
He leaned up on his knees, gripped my hips and jerked me closer to him, his member thrust deep. With his hands, he pushed down along the inside of my thighs, slowly outward, until I was spread wide beneath him, my knees pressed into the mattress beneath me. As he held me firmly in place, he pulled himself back until he was at the edge, nearly free of me, and then with great force and sudden speed, he plunged into me as far as he could, his hips crashed into mine almost painfully. Slowly again, he drew back until his length threatened to pop free, and again, I yielded to him as he drove into me.
He gathered speed, hands tight around my legs as they pressed down with half of his weight. I watched his taught body undulate above me, shoulders and arms tensed and muscles taut, his hips appeared to be moving free of the rest of him, the shine of what little light fell upon us from inside the cabin made him glisten in the rain. The force of his movement, how he slammed against me with such effort that his breathing turned into labored grunts, made my flesh ripple outward, my breasts bounced, and I steadied myself by pressing both palms into the headboard.
The edges of my senses started to blur. My toes and fingertips tingled. Behind my navel, my insides twisted and pulled. My eyes rolled back. A great rushing sound rose in my ears.
Everything all at once expanded, exploded outward from my belly to the soles of my feet. I bucked wildly on the bed, unable to keep the grip on the headboard I had just secured. I trembled and shook, my vision reduced to the ever-shifting colors on the insides of my eyelids as I clenched them closed, my throat raw from the scream that ripped from somewhere deep within me.
Panting from the exertion, I sank back onto the firm mattress. Every few seconds, I shuddered as another aftershock of pleasure flew through my body, gradually decreasing in intensity as my heart slowed. Jason remained upright, shaking, eyes closed for a few moments longer, before at last he withdrew, and crawled forward to rest on my chest. Our skin cooled, still covered in sweat and rain, and I could tell that soon, we would be fused together in an exhausted heap of an afterglow. But I didn’t want him to move away from me. I was dizzy, elated, and in danger of falling into a state of mind too far removed from reality and responsibility. I wanted to let myself slide into it, to release myself from stress, from deadlines, from loneliness, and instead be wrapped up in a cocoon of sex and tropical breezes and warm rain. Holding onto Jason’s naked form as he lazily kissed me wherever his head fell somehow kept me grounded in spite of myself.
When the world stilled, Jason settled against my side and kissed along my shoulder and arm. The rain looked to be clearing up with drops falling less and less frequently as we embraced. My ears rang, my hands and feet prickled, and my shoulders relaxed fully for the first time in months. I rolled over to face him and found his cheeks flushed, hair in wild disarray, and a lazy lopsided grin on his lips.
“I haven’t been this content in so long,” I said. “I can’t even remember the last time I felt like this with another person.”
“I know exactly what you mean.”
We remained in the afterglow for some time. The rain had stopped, and tiny droplets shook free from the screen overhead, occasionally dripping onto our bare bodies. I gazed at him through the darkness, the only light coming from a single lamp near the front of the cabin, barely peeking through the glass wall. It made the water in his hair and on his skin glisten and twinkle. He looked like someone I conjured up in a dream, but he’s real, and I can touch him and stroke his hair and kiss his mouth.
“It’s a wonder the human race has survived for millennia, because all I can think about is touching you. How could anyone think of anything else?” he said.
“At least we can ignore everything else for the next thirty-six hours and stay in bed like you wanted.”
His smile faltered. “I forgot you’re leaving so soon.”
“When’s your flight back?”
“A couple days after yours.”
I sighed, thinking about all of the things waiting for both of us when we got home. Both of us needed new places to live, which required both the finding of and the moving of all our belongings to the new places. Then, there was the possible confrontation regarding the breaking of my lease, and how Fred would inevitably try to remove himself from any and all responsibility for it. Plus, of course there was Jason’s divorce, which I couldn’t imagine would be very quick, if I knew Annie at all.
But most of all, once we left this island, how long would all that take? With both of us needing new homes, would it be foolish to start our relationship already living together and claim it was our way of being economical? Or would that make things worse? And if we did get separate places and ended up spending the majority of our time only at one, would that be the foolish choice for wasting money?
And now that I at long last had what I wanted, could I wait much longer for all of that to be finalized before we could have our happy ending? Because I wanted to start that chapter of my life as soon as possible.
I closed my eyes and kissed him sweetly, savoring the softness of his lips, and pushed all worries of the future away. For the next thirty-six hours, all that mattered was the two of us here in paradise.
“So,” he said, as the afterglow ebbed away, “what happens when we get home?”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
Eleven
Happy
Two Years Later…
“Do you know what time it is?” Nikki scolded me over the phone. “Where are you?”
“Calm down. I am literal feet from the dock,” I replied as the small boat puttered into position next to the worn wooden dock, ready to relieve itself of its cargo of vacationers. “I don’t know how, but you’re beginning to sound like my mom.”
“Don’t you start,” she said in an uncanny tone.
I looked over the small island, its swaying palms, the gently curving sandy beach, and a cloudless sky overhead, and I sighed with relief. “It’s so beautiful here. Is it possible that it’s even prettier than our first visit?”
