When I got back to my room I tried to sleep, but it was impossible. She made it impossible. At some level, deep in the recesses of my conscience, I knew it was wrong to obsess over someone more than half my age. She was eighteen, for christ’s sake, and my friend’s daughter on top of that. This was the worst sort of combination for a man my age to fall for, and yet I felt powerless to stop myself.

  She was the addiction I never knew I had.

  At around four in the morning I got up, took a shower, and put on my workout shorts, a t-shirt, and running shoes. I then planted a chair in the side of the room that looked over the eastern horizon, planted myself in the chair, and waited for sunrise.

  When the first sliver of light finally punched through the darkness, I shot out of the chair, left my room, and bounded down the stairs. The place was quiet, and I didn’t see a single person. I stepped outside, turned left, and jogged along the thick shrubs that served as a perimeter wall to the B&B property. I had already staked out the entrance to the trail the night before, so I knew exactly where to go. When I saw the gap in the shrubs I entered the trampled path and emerged onto the trail.

  John had mentioned it was about three miles from the house to the falls. That didn’t sound too bad, but I hadn’t run outdoors in years. My normal exercise routine consisted mostly of free weights and the occasional treadmill, so I started out at a light run. The last thing I needed was to drop dead before I reached the end of the trail, before I reached her.

  A bite of coldness permeated the early morning, and the large, ancient-looking trees surrounding the trail made it even cooler. My body felt like an old clunker of a car wheezing through the streets after a cold start, but after a few minutes I seemed to have warmed up, my strides getting a good rhythm. I settled down to a comfortable pace and I began to enjoy the run for its own sake, the sound of my shoes hitting unpaved ground echoing around me, sending me into a calm, hypnotic trance.

  This is actually nice.

  Enjoying the solitude and the lush scenery around me, I felt at peace, and I began to truly appreciate being in Kauai.

  My mind drifted back to the enigmatic young woman who had, without warning, suddenly filled every single waking thought I’ve had since I first saw her. I tried analyzing what was happening to me, but I found no clear explanation. I did feel like I’ve known her forever, but how was this possible? There was something at work here, something beyond what my rational thought could process, and it scared me.

  Yes, I was afraid, but the magnetic pull I felt toward Taylor was stronger than my fear, and I just could not wait to see her again.

  After a mile of staying relatively flat, the trail turned a corner and started getting steeper. I could feel the effect of the incline on my run. My breathing was the first to change as I struggled to push air in and out of lungs that were not conditioned to the task. Then I felt the burn in my legs. By the second mile mark I was gasping and wheezing, my speed reduced to a painful jog, until finally, reluctantly, I had to stop altogether. Doubled over, my hands grasping my knees, my vision going in and out of focus, I came to realize just how out of shape I was. Doubt seeped in. I peered at the trail, hoping to get a feel for how much longer I had to go, but a thick fog had rolled in and I could not see beyond a few yards.

  Shit.

  As I stared, something emerged out of the fog. A mirage in a white shirt and black leggings floated toward me, a single ponytail swaying back and forth behind it.

  “There you are,” Taylor said, coming up to me. “I was wondering what was taking you so long. Are you okay?”

  I straightened up and smiled through lungs that were on fire.

  “I’m fine,” I lied.

  Without the least bit of inhibition, she wrapped her arms around my neck and give me a big, wet kiss. Just like that, all of the tiredness and soreness melted away, my body suddenly infused with new strength.

  “It’s not far. Can you hear it? The falls?”

  I tilted my neck, tried to listen past the thundering roar of my heart, and shook my head. As I did so, the faintest, unmistakable sound of running water floated up to my ears.

  “Yes. Yes, I hear it.”

  “Come on,” she said, taking my hand. “I’ll walk with you.”

  We trekked through the slowly thickening mist, hand in hand, chatting and laughing as if we had known each other forever. The years seemed to have eroded away, and I felt like a young teenager again, walking next to my first love, my spirit soaring, viewing the world around me in brilliant, popping color.

  It was the most surreal, magical moment of my life.

  The sound of rushing water got louder. Within minutes we reached the end of the trail, and I opened my mouth in awe.

  “Wow,” I said, mesmerized.

  “Like it?” Taylor said, enjoying the expression on my face.

  “Wow,” I repeated.

  I was staring at a microcosm fairytale world. It was as if a great giant had carved out a perfectly formed circle in the middle of the forest. A thick sheet of water cascaded down the side of the mountain, crashing into a clear pond. I could feel the power of the falls, the ground under me vibrating constantly, the spray creating a permanent mist. All around the clearing were the most vibrant collection of flower plants I had ever seen, a botanical heaven of breathtaking beauty.

  I looked at Taylor, seeing for the first time how her beauty fit perfectly with this place. She was a part of the magic. She belonged here.

  I pulled her close and kissed her, my hands roaming freely all over her body before settling around her magnificently sculpted, tight little ass.

  “I like that,” she purred in my ear.

  “Me too.”

  Taylor giggled. “I know. I can feel your, uh, hardness, on my stomach. You’re a naughty boy.”

  She broke away suddenly. “I want to show you something.”

  “Yeah, show me,” I said with a sly grin.

  “Not that, silly. Come on.”

  I followed her along the left edge of the pond, toward the roaring falls, my curiosity piked. She stopped next to a high, overgrown hedge.

  “Through here,” she said, squeezing herself between the shrubbery and the rock wall, moving sideways until she disappeared from view.

  “Tay?”

  “Try not to break the bushes,” she called out from the other side.

  What the hell?

  Pressing my back against the wall, I sidestepped through the heavy foliage carefully, but my six-foot frame could not squeeze through the narrow ledge as easily as Taylor did, and I ended up breaking a couple of branches. Finally I was through, landing heavily on a much narrower path that was completely hidden from the clearing.

  “Miles!” Taylor said, rearranging the branches. I got what she was doing and smiled.

  “I think your camouflage is still safe.”

  “I just don’t want anybody to discover it. It’s my secret.”

  I peered through the fog, making out bits of a twisting path going up a steep incline.

  Great, more climbing.

  “Where are we going?”

  “You’ll see.”

  Taylor once again took my hand and led me through the narrow trail. The sun had to be up already, but this deep in the woods, the light hadn’t quite reached us yet. The lack of sunlight plus the heavy mist made it difficult to make out much of anything, but Taylor was confident. She had been here many times before.

  My only indication of what direction we were headed came from listening to the roaring waterfalls. At first it looked like we were walking further away from the falls. Then the path turned, and I imagined us heading back, but at a much higher elevation. The sound of the falls grew louder, though nowhere near the volume as when we stood at the clearing.

  After a few minutes of grueling climb the path abruptly ended, and I found myself staring at the mouth of a small, moss-covered cave.

  “Holy shit,” I whistled. “Is that what I think it is?”

  “Come on,” Taylor said. The entrance was about five feet high and four feet wide. She fit in perfectly but I had to bend my head. Once inside, I found myself in some kind of tunnel. A row of candles had been placed along the floor, providing light and some warmth. We continued walking for about a minute before the tunnel turned abruptly to the right and opened up to a massive interior.

  “Damn, girl,” I said, looking around, the sound of my voice echoing through the large chamber. The ceiling must have been about twenty feet high, and composed almost entirely of granite, but it was the cave’s exit that caught my attention and made me realize where we were.

  Right under the waterfalls.

  Early morning light streamed in from the opening, and I could feel a constant breeze flowing through. I walked out to the edge, staring at the incredible sight before me. A large rock ledge jutted out of the cave, blocking my view of the pond. Though the waterfall roared down full blast, preventing anyone below from spotting the cave, the ledge also ensured the cave was hidden even when the falls wasn’t flowing.

  It was the perfect hideout.

  “What do you think?” Taylor said, coming up next to me.

  “It’s amazing.” I turned to her. “You’re amazing.”

  She blushed, holding my hand while she continued staring out at the wall of water in front of us. “I discovered the cave a couple of years ago. I always enjoyed running and going all the way to the end of the trail to view the falls, but on the day I found this I was in a particularly sad mood. My mom had just announced she was leaving us for another guy, a rich lawyer from the Mainland. I knew mom and dad had been having problems, but I didn’t know just how bad it was.

  “So when she dropped the bomb on us I had to get out of the house. I ran to the falls as fast as I could. It was nighttime, and I ran pretty much on instinct as I could barely see where I was going. When I reached the pond I just kept running until I crashed right into the bushes. I crashed through the bushes and found myself on this hidden path. Curious, I followed the path to the entrance, and this is what I found. I haven’t told anyone about the cave, and as far as I know you are the only other person on his island that knows it exists.”

  It was an incredible story, and Taylor was certainly like no one I’ve ever met. She had that sweet, innocent look going, and yet she was bold, unafraid to make moves. Even the simple act of holding a stranger’s hand must have taken a lot of courage, and showing that same stranger her secret sanctuary was not an easy decision either.

  “Well, Tay,” I said, turning her to face me. “Thank you for sharing your secret with me. I won’t tell a soul, I promise.”

  “You better not.”

  She gave me another one of those sweet smiles that made my temperature rise a couple of degrees. Something else was rising as well, and I could no longer hold back. I grabbed her, leaned in, and kissed her. She moaned softly and melted against me, our tongues dancing, playing. Her hand discovered my hardness, and she giggled.

  “What’s so funny?” I said, my mouth exploring the softness of her neck.

  “Nothing,” she said. “I’m just wondering, are you always hard?”

  I laughed, remembering last night and how I sported and incredible erection almost the entire time, something that had never happened to me, not even during my overclocked testosterone teen years.

  “Only when I’m with you,” I said.

  “Liar,” she said, hitching her thumbs on the garter of my shorts and pulling on them as she went down on me.

  “Oh, fuck,” I said when her mouth wrapped around my head. “Oh, sweet fuck.”

  “Am I doing it right?”

  The question sounded odd to me. Has she not done this before?

  “You’re doing perfect,” I said, meaning to ask her but forgetting when she sucked on my head hard. I shivered in pleasure, my hands running through her thick hair. “Go deeper.”

  “It’s too big!”

  ”You can do it. Go slow, yeah like that.”

  The pleasure was incredible. I found myself breathing hard as I tried to balance between enjoying the sensation and not tripping beyond the point of no return.

  “Stop, babe, it’s too good,” I said, pulling her up. “My turn.”

  I pushed her against the smooth granite wall and pulled her yoga pants down and off her. She wasn’t wearing any underwear.

  “Jesus Christ,” I said, staring at the most perfect, cutest bare pussy I had ever seen in my life. After taking my shorts completely off and tossing it next to her pants, I spread her legs wide and squatted in front of her.

  “What a fucking perfect little pussy,” I said, staring at it up close. Her slit was already visibly wet with her juices, her legs trembling slightly with anticipation.

  She was nervous as hell.

  I brought my hands behind her, squeezing her ass while I ran my tongue along her opening. She moaned loudly.

  Fuck, I thought, tasting her essence. She tastes like nectar of the gods.

  I lost it then, something dark and primal taking over me. With a low growl I attacked her pussy like a ravaged animal, sucking and slurping and flicking my tongue in and out of her as if I had never eaten pussy before.

  I straightened up, pulled off her shirt and sports bra, and latched onto her breasts, pulling and nibbling on one hard nipple after another while my finger rubbed her clit furiously until she exploded, then I went back down on her and tasted more of her gushing juices, my tongue pressing deep into her pussy.

  Taylor screamed, her voice echoing throughout the chamber. She grabbed my hair and pulled on it hard enough to cause pain but I kept eating her, letting her come in my mouth repeatedly until her legs shook so bad she could no longer stand. I let her slide, supporting her trembling body and laying her gently on the hard surface.

  Somehow I had the presence of mind remove my shirt and, along with my shorts, her shirt, and her leggings, bunched them up into a makeshift pillow and placed them behind her head. I stood above her and stared at her naked form, my own precum flowing freely from the tip of my cock.

  “Fuck me, Miles,” Taylor said in a hoarse voice thick with lust. “Fuck me now.”

  The words were sweet music to my ears. I positioned myself on top of her, my arms on either side of her armpits, and slowly brought myself down, parting her legs, my cock resting on her mound. We kissed some more, my shaft rubbing against her clit, her body wiggling in response.

  “Wait, Miles, wait.” Taylor said when the tip of my cock pressed against her opening, poised and ready. “I need to tell you something.”

  “What, now?” I said, trembling with excitement. I could barely contain myself. I pressed a little bit further, my precum mingling with her wet creaminess. One thrust and I would be inside her.

  “Yes, now,” she said, gripping both my arms, her eyes wide. “I… I’m a virgin.”

  “What?”

  “I’m a virgin.”

  I heard her the first time, but it took a few seconds for her words to sink in. I stared at her, and suddenly it all made sense. Her fear, the fumbling about when she first held me, her asking if she was blowing me correctly.

  Taylor didn’t just look innocent. She was innocent.

  8

  PENETRATION

  Taylor.

  Terrified.

  I’m sure it’s not a word that usually comes to mind while in the midst of a sexual activity with the hottest man on the planet, but that was exactly what I felt.

  Terrified.

  With my bare back pressed on the hard, cold surface of the cave, my naked body spread wide, and the man of my dreams poised between my legs, I felt more terrified than I had ever been in my entire life, the situation made even more harrowing when I stopped Miles and told him I was a virgin. I had no idea what his reaction would be, but I had to tell him. I no longer wanted to keep this a secret from him.

  Miles started to back away.

  “No,” I said, holding on to his hips. “It’s okay. I want this. I’ve been wanting this… for some time now.”

  “Are you sure?” Miles said. I knew he wanted it too. I could practically feel the vibrations of desire pulsing throughout his body.

  “Yes,” I said, moving my hands to his chest and admiring the mature muscles rippling along the entire length of him. “Just… go slow, okay?”

  “Of course, babe.”

  There it was again, that word. Babe. I loved hearing him say it, relating it somehow to him claiming me.

  As if he were saying, you’re mine, and mine alone.

  I reached down, grabbed his throbbing cock, and guided it to my pussy. I moved the head back and forth along my slit, coating it with my wetness, and nodded to him.

  I’m ready.

  Miles bent his arms until his body pressed up against mine just enough without having his entire six foot frame crush me. He kissed me, his tongue darting around in my mouth, and that was when I felt him pushing, felt my pussy opening up to the steady, constant pressure. He gave a slight thrust and then he was in me, or at least his head was, the pain from my stretched lips shooting upwards. I gasped into his mouth, my hands clinging to his hips, fingers digging in. He gave another thrust, hitting some kind of barrier briefly, and then suddenly he was through, his shaft sliding most of the way in. Pain and pleasure meshed in me, the tears streaming down my cheeks. The burning sensation was intense, but Miles kept kissing me and soothing me with his words.

  “That’s it, babe. It’s gonna be okay now, I promise. It’s going to be okay.”

  For the longest time he didn’t move. He stayed in me, content to shower me with his intense kisses. When he did move, he did so slowly, with extreme care, millimeters at a time at first, then inches, until finally he was sliding in and out of me. The pain diminished, the pleasure intensified, and before long I was moaning and shaking my head, tingles of pure bliss running up and down my spine with each thrust he made.

  “Oh my god,” I gasped. “Oh my fucking god.”

  The sensation was unbelievable. Out of this world. Each time he pulled out it felt like he was leaving a great void in me, and when his thick cock slid back in I was consumed by a feeling of complete fullness. There were muscles inside of me I never knew I had gripping his shaft and contracting around it, each contraction sending both of us gasping in pleasure.