We go back to his villa and fuck for hours. When we finally fall asleep, sweaty and satisfied, I know I’m in deep.
Chapter 19
Junie
I’ve barely cracked my eyelids when his lips brush mine. I moan softly, tangling my arms around his neck. I love every moment of being with someone who worships my body. All his silence and grumbling were hiding a deeply passionate man.
“We’ve got about thirty minutes before Sweetie’s release,” he murmurs, pressing kisses onto my cheeks, my lips, and trailing down my chest.
“I’ve got to get ready!” My eyes fly open. But then his warm mouth latches around my nipple and my back arches off the bed.
“Not yet,” he whispers as he coaxes a groan from my throat. Skilled fingers pinch and roll my hardened points and I melt beneath him. “There’s something I have to do first.”
He kisses and nibbles down my navel, leaving cool air in the wake of each hot, wet point of contact. I give up the fight immediately, surrendering to him. I’ll stumble down to the docks in yesterday’s clothes if it means that he won’t stop touching me—I want him everywhere.
“What do you—” I start to ask, but my words break into a garbled cry as he tongues the opening of my slit.
“Shhh,” he says, pushing my willing thighs open wider. He hooks them over his shoulders and his hot breath against my mound makes me tremble. “I need to taste you first. I won’t be able to focus all day if I don’t have my brekkie.”
I laugh but the sound catches in my throat as he licks me. The barest nudge against my clit has me squirming, stretching, giving him better access and silently begging for more.
“You taste so fucking good.” He takes another long, leisurely swipe with his flat tongue. I buck my hips, chasing the feeling, burying my hands in his messy bedhead.
“Steven,” I moan as he laps my clit. The sounds of him feasting don’t just send me over the edge—I’m on a rocket to the moon. Before I can fully catch my breath, his big hands trace patterns on the sensitive skin between my legs, then two thick fingers nudge at my entrance.
There’s an agonizing pause while he sucks his fingers, then his tongue finds me again as they slip inside. I shudder and my voice cracks on a moan as he fills me. The curl of his fingers drives me wild. The suction on my clit and the pulse of his hand thrusting inside is more than I can bear.
I still feel half asleep, trapped in a dream of pleasure and vice. Is this real life? A sexy Aussie between my legs in the Gili islands?
His appreciative noises vibrate through my folds, burrowing deep into my core, and making me clench around him.
“Mmm.” He smacks his lips, my woman's slick coating his face. “You’re so pretty when you come, Junie. I love how you fall apart for me.”
I’m fisting his hair like I’ll float away without that anchor. I move his mouth where I want him, grinding against his face, chasingmy release. He sticks his tongue out, stiff, obliging me, swirling it around my sensitive bud, giving me everything my body is begging for and more.
When he slips a third finger into my soaked entrance, I lose control. My orgasm isn’t a gentle fluttering, but a tight, hard, clenching around him. My hips lift off the bed, my thighs wrap around his head, and I hold him in place with two tight fists as I pulse and shake. He carries me through my release with light, teasing flicks of his tongue as I cry out. Any words I try to say are unintelligible. I mumble for him to stop even as I pull him closer, demanding more, and he gives me everything I didn’t know I needed.
When the sensation finally subsides, I slump back onto the bed, spineless as a jellyfish. I pant, embarrassed about how vocal I got and how tightly I squeezed him, but he grins from between my thighs as if Christmas has come early.
“You’re fucking perfect.” He rests his head on my knee.
“Get over here.” I tug on his shoulder and he slides up my body. My scent is all over him, but I don’t care. I kiss him deeply, tasting my musk. His erection strains against my flesh, leaking pre-cum and leaving me dizzy with lust.
“There’s no time.” He presses kisses into my neck that make me ticklish. I giggle, but ignore him, reaching down for his thick, hard cock, and lining him up with my slick entrance.
“Fuck that.” I dig both hands into his ass cheeks and pull him into me. He sinks inside me with a pleasure that feels like coming home. “We’re on island time.”
“That’s my girl,” he growls, picking up the pace, filling me with deep, long thrusts. He doesn’t stop until I’m full of him, dripping with him, and both of us are spent.
Then we shower, dress, and get ready to release a sea turtle.
*****
The boat smells of diesel and feels charged with electricity as we line up on the edge to see Sweetie off. I circle around the group, taking photos and videos for Instagram as excitement bubbles in my chest.
Moments like these feel bigger than me. Every day at the sanctuary, I contribute to something important—but the energy of all of us together is intense. Everyone is eager to see Sweetie back in the ocean. Time slows down, colors seem more vivid, and I feel grateful and humbled to be part of it.
Steven grapples with her big green carapace on deck as Mike slips into the water with a GoPro. He’ll film her reintroduction to the sea, following her on her first dive back in open water.
