He was helpless to resist her pleas.He finished stripping down his pants and slid on the condom.He hovered over her and waited until her eyes fluttered open.Then he thrust deep inside her.
Warm, wet softness.
Perfection.
Bliss.
They groaned together and Mila shifted her hips to take him deeper.He paused a moment to stamp this feeling and image on his memory, and then moved slowly, extracting gasps and pants from this beautiful woman who had captured his heart in such a short time.
The realisation of how much she meant to him made him slow, savour, wanting this to last for hours in case this was the only time they did this.
Mila made a sound of complaint.“Faster.”
“Not this time, sweetheart.I want to enjoy every inch of you.”
She pouted, then gasped and arched her back as he thrust deeper inside her.She was the image of a Goddess, everything perfect from her green eyes, to her luscious lips, down past the most perfect breasts and right down to her toes.
Her scratches and bruises only added to her power, showing him how strong she was.
He continued his slow thrusts as her moans became faster and louder.When he was certain her orgasm was close, he increased his speed.
“Yes!”she cried, wrapping her legs around his waist and he thrust harder and faster as his own orgasm hit him.
Heart pumping, he continued to move until he was certain Mila was thoroughly satisfied.
He leaned forward and kissed her, rolling them sideways so he could hold her close.
“That was amazing,” Mila breathed.
He smiled, unable to find the right words to describe what it had meant to him.
She lifted her head to look at him.“Damien?You still alive?”
He laughed, a little bemused.He’d never laughed after sex before.“Just basking.”He hugged her and then reluctantly let her go to clean up.
When they were clothed, he leaned against the tree trunk and pulled Mila back into his arms.
He stroked her arms, unable to stop touching her.
She snuggled in and it warmed his heart.“Where do you live, Damien?”
The question caught him by surprise.“Perth.”
“Do you get over to Sydney very often?”
“A couple of times a year.”He shifted so he could see her face.“Is that where you’re from?”
She nodded.“I was thinking I’d like to do this with you again… and again.”
Though his heart soared, he kept his words light.“What, get caught in a tsunami, chased by someone who wants to kidnap you and get stuck on a deserted island?”
She groaned.“No, none of that.”
“Have crazy good sex on a deserted island?”he asked.
“The crazy good sex, yes, but maybe in a five-star hotel where there’s hot water, showers and a soft bed.”
“I’m glad Agus found you some decent clothes.”
