He laughs. “Take your top off. I want to see your tits.”
“Take your shirt off; I want to see your chest.”
He does it straight away, more obedient than me. The look when he drops the shirt on the ground burns me.
I move my hands to my back where the tie is, undoing it slowly, trying to kerb my shaking hands. My breasts ache and I know between my legs is becoming wet, my body readying itself for what’s about to happen.
The air under the trees isn’t as warm as on the beach, although its humid. My skin reacts as soon as it’s exposed, to the temperature and Ben’s eyes.
“And your bottoms.” He unbuttons his trousers as he speaks.
I drop them and stand there naked, exposed. My centre aches and I reach down to touch myself, knowing he’s watching. I spread my legs slightly, rub two fingers over my clit, feel the build-up grow and the explosion imminent.
“Fuck.”
His cock is exposed, hard. The whimper I suppress sticks in my throat.
“Turn and face the tree.”
This time I do as he says without bartering.
He reaches me slowly, taking his time. The palm of his hand hits my ass with a sting, pushing me into the trunk of the tree. I hold it to keep my balance and maybe keep some sanity.
“Hands higher.”
I know what’s coming. It’s been too long since anyone has played with me. Since I’ve played with anyone.
His tie is cool and silky as he binds my hands to the tree, tight enough so that I’d struggle to break free. I pull against them and receive another slap to my backside. His groan heals the pain.
I expect him to fuck me immediately, to enter me roughly, as his hands are on my hips. Instead I’m startled when I feel his tongue lick through my folds and he starts to suck and drink, angling himself so he can softly attend to my clit, not enough to get me where I need, just enough to tease.
The whole of the island could be there watching and I wouldn’t care. My senses are being played with; the rough of the tree bark, the silk of the tie, the grip of Ben’s hands and the softness of his tongue as he runs it from front to back. A finger plays at my anus and I see stars.
“I’m not ready.”
“I know. But you will be.”
His chest slides up my back as he stands. A finger enters me, then a second. He pumps roughly and then withdraws. I’m empty for bare seconds before his cock pushes into me and he starts to move, his arms around me, one hand playing with a breast, the other slipping between my legs to my clit.
The tree is my scaffold. My legs are boneless and all I can be aware of is Ben rutting into me and the roughness of the bark and his fingers on my skin. I’ve combusted and I don’t want this flame to go out.
My orgasm burns me. As it ceases I hear him call my name and feel him go deeper and slower inside me as he comes, his hands on my hips, stilling me. Only our heavy breaths move us, his skin pressed against mine. Then he gently undoes the tie, running his thumbs over the backs of my hands.
I hear his breath; feel his heat. He doesn’t ask if I’m okay. There’s a kiss to the place where my shoulder meets my neck that makes me shudder but my legs grow stronger.
“I’ve made a mess of you.”
“You made a mess of me when you left.”
“I had to go. Both then and this morning.” He brushes my hair out the way again.
“This morning was because of Lennox?”
He’s still inside me, still semi hard. I learned last night that ‘recovery time’ isn’t in his vocabulary.
“Don’t want to talk about him right now.” His voice is gruff. “This can only be simple.”
“I know.”
