The contractions grew stronger, the gaps between each contraction getting shorter and shorter, and before I realized what was happening I was already orgasming. The orgasms continued on for what seemed like forever, my body shuddering and spasming on the hard floor. The thrusts from Miles became more erratic. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his breathing came in short bursts. His cock slammed in and out of me with new ferocity, his body shaking almost as much as mine.

  “Oh god,” Miles said, groaning and closing his eyes. “Oh god, no, I can’t, I’m gonna come, babe, oh shit!”

  He pulled out a split second before he exploded all over my breasts and navel, covering me with an unbelievable volume.

  Spent, Miles rolled over onto his back, breathing hard and sweating profusely despite the constant cool breeze running through the cave. Our fingers clasped around each other and for the next few minutes we were content to simply lay there, staring at the ceiling and listening to the sound of the waterfalls.

  Finally Miles turned toward me and spoke.

  “You okay, babe?”

  “Yeah,” I said, looking at him and smiling. “You?”

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  I giggled. “So this is what it’s like, huh.”

  “Sex?”

  “Yeah, sex, fucking, making love. All that.”

  “Did you like it?”

  “It’s terrible.”

  “What?!”

  “Just kidding.” I crawled on top of him and gave him a wet kiss. His hands went up automatically, caressing my hanging breasts and causing fresh new shudders of pleasure to crisscross along my spine.

  “You’re delicious,” Miles said after we broke free. “I don’t think I’ve met anyone like you.”

  “But you’ve had a lot of women in your life.” It wasn’t a question. A guy like him - rich, successful, gorgeous. It was a given, and it hurt thinking about them. I wasn’t even sure why I brought up the topic.

  Miles shrugged. “Does it matter?”

  “No, I suppose not.”

  I got off him, stood up, and walked naked to the ledge, staring through the cascading falls at the lush forest around us.

  “Hey, babe, what’s wrong?” Miles said, joining me, his arm wrapping around my waist.

  “Nothing,” I said, instinctively snuggling up next to him. “Somehow I just feel so… inadequate compared to the women you’ve been with.”

  “Are you kidding?” Miles said, squeezing me. “Tay, you have no idea the kind of hold you’ve got on me. The other women, they pale in comparison.”

  I smiled. “Really?”

  Miles nodded. “Really.”

  We stood at the mouth of the cave for a few minutes, naked and enjoying the view, until I started shivering.

  “I guess we should go,” Miles said.

  I nodded. We picked up our clothes, put them on, and made our way out, blowing the candles along the tunnel as we passed them. When we got to the large hedge barrier that concealed the path I motioned Miles to stop.

  “Let me check,” I whispered.

  He nodded, waiting as I slid along the rock wall and peeked around the hedge. When I didn’t see anyone I signaled Miles, hopped onto the other side, and waited for him. Together we headed back to the trail, hand in hand. I couldn’t be happier, and I wanted to spend every second with him, but at the back of my mind I had my doubts too. In two days his vacation would be over, and he would be returning back to California and pick up his normal life, while I was stuck here on the island. How could this work out?

  I didn’t have the answers, and at the moment I was content to not worry about it and simply enjoy my time with him. We talked and laughed and enjoyed each other’s company. The sun was up, and it was turning out to be a beautiful, perfect day.

  That was, until we turned a bend and saw my dad jogging straight toward us.

  Shit, I thought, pulling my hand back. Did he see us holding hands?

  Dad was still quite far, and the overgrown trees along the trail provided patches of shadow. Was it enough to conceal our intimateness?

  I watched dad approach with a mounting apprehension. Miles and I tried to act normal, but I was almost sure we were busted.

  Dad slowed down as I waved to him.

  “Hey, dad,” I said as casually as I could.

  He looked from me to Miles and back to me, his expression undecipherable.

  “Guys,” he said, stopping.

  Oh, shit, here it comes.

  “Guess who I found at the falls?” I said.

  Dad stared at me for what seemed like forever before turning his attention to Miles and nodding. “So you found our little secret, huh?”

  Oh, he found it all right, I thought.

  “Yeah, I did,” Miles said. “Though I had no idea how difficult it would be to get there.”

  “You’re just out of shape,” dad said, chuckling.

  “That’s for sure.”

  He glanced at me, as if he wanted to say something, but then changed his mind and waved as he started jogging past us. “See you guys later.”

  “Bye, dad,” I said. We continued walking without saying a word until we were sure he wasn’t doubling back.

  “Holy shit,” I exclaimed. “That was close!”

  “Do you think he saw us?”

  I thought about it and shook my head. “I doubt it. He would have said something. He’s not one to avoid confrontation.”

  We alternated between walking and running, making quick progress down the path, but we didn’t hold hands anymore. Neither one of us wanted the complication that came with being discovered, at least not yet. When we got to the house a sense of awkwardness had returned, and we smiled at each other nervously.

  “So what’s your plan now?” I said as we stepped into the lobby.

  “Nothing, really. What about you?”

  “Um, first I need to shower, because I’m feeling really sticky right now.”

  “Oh,” he said, his face going red. “Sorry.”

  I smiled at him. “It’s all good. Wanna go to the beach?”

  “Sure.”

  “Okay. I need to ask dad if I can borrow his Jeep. How about we meet up outside after breakfast, say in a couple of hours? I’ll drive around to the end of the street and you can follow.”

  Miles laughed. “Sounds good to me. Later, then.”

  I watch Miles go up the stairs, then I went to my room, jumped in my bed, and squealed into my pillow.

  I finally had sex. It was wonderful, mind-blowing, better than I could have ever imagined.

  And I wanted more of it.

  9

  BEACH

  Miles

  By the time I got to my room my cock was hard again. I stared at the tent protruding from my shorts and laughed out loud.

  Un-fucking believable.

  I could still feel her, taste her. The sweet scent of her essence swirled in my head, on my lips, around my body, and I didn’t even want to take a bath so her scent could linger longer.

  I was addicted to Taylor, and I wanted her more than anything in the world.

  My mobile buzzed, snapping me out of my reverie and reminding me I hadn’t checked it since yesterday. I walked to the desk and stared at the incoming call.

  Beverly.

  What the hell?

  Why was my ex calling me now?

  I let it continue vibrating, afraid to pick it up. When the call finally went to voicemail I checked my texts. I had eight messages, seven from Beverly and one from Brenda, the executive secretary. I read hers first.

  Sry to bother u on your vacay but letting u know Bev is looking 4 u. Just giving u heads up.

  I sighed, then read through Beverly’s texts quickly.

  Hey darling, it was nice 2 see u again. Ping me.

  Hey darling where u at? Let’s meet!

  Come on, drinks or dinner, my treat

  Darling, r u avoiding me?

  Miles, plz txt back

  Hey asshole, wtf?

  Miles, darling, just want to talk, ping me

  I shook my head. To think I actually married that psychotic woman was beyond me. She must have had me in some kind of voodoo magic shit. I deleted the texts, and deleted the voicemail she left me without bothering to listen to it.

  You’re history woman, and there’s no way I’m going to let you back in my life.

  Besides, I found someone else.

  I put the phone down, stripped, and reluctantly took a quick shower before changing into my swim trunks and a t-shirt. I thought about bringing my phone with me but decided to leave it. I was on fucking vacation. Whoever wanted to contact me can wait.

  I went down to the dining hall and checked out the breakfast. There were lots of fruits, muffins, croissants, and malasadas, a popular Portuguese style donut sprinkled with sugar. I loaded up my plate with a couple of the malasadas, grabbed a cup of Kona coffee, and sat on the empty table. A few minutes later Taylor walked in, sporting a black bikini and slippers.

  Fuck, I thought, staring at her young figure, my cock lurching in my shorts.

  Taylor winked at me, grabbed a banana, and nodded. I watched her leave, her ass bouncing in her wake. I finished my breakfast quickly, tossed the paper plate in the trash, and went outside. The weather was nice, sunny with just a hint of coolness. Donning my sunglasses, I walked to the end of the street and found Taylor just around the corner, waiting in a faded red Jeep Wrangler with the top off and the two doors removed.

  “Nice wheels,” I said, getting in.

  “Thanks.”

  She put the Jeep in gear and we sped off at a high speed.

  “Whoah, girl, slow down!”

  “Not yet. Someone might see us together.”

  “Uh, you do know you we’re in a vehicle with no doors, driving on a tiny island, right? The probability of us bumping into someone you know is probably quite high. Maybe we should get our story straight, just in case.”

  “This island has a lot of secret spots, Miles.”

  “So you’re sure no one will see us?”

  Taylor sighed. “Fine, so you’re Miles… what’s your last name anyway?”

  “Brannon.”

  “Alright, Miles Brannon. If anyone asks, you hired me to take you on a tour around the island. Okay?”

  I laughed. “Sounds good.”

  We stayed on the main road for about fifteen minutes before she turned right, following a series of small streets through quiet neighborhoods, then left those behind as we entered a lush forest. I felt the temperature change, getting noticeably cooler, especially in the open Jeep.

  “Aren’t you cold?” I said, giving myself an excuse to stare at her body again. I loved how her boobs juggled due to the rough roads.

  “No,” she said, glancing at me. “You enjoying the view?”

  “Very much.”

  After another fifteen minutes Taylor made a hard turn, straight into the bushes where there was no road.

  “Hang on!”

  “Jesus, Tay!” I said, holding on, the powerful V-6 engine roaring as we pummeled downward, cutting across the dense shrubbery. A few minutes later we emerged from the trees and onto the sand. Taylor slammed on the breaks.

  “We’re here,” she announced, cutting the engine.

  I stared at the scene before me, mesmerized. We were in what looked like a small cove, hidden from the outside world by large trees on three sides. The white sands and water was pristine, and there wasn’t a single person in sight.

  “Holy fuck,” I whispered.

  We got out and walked down a few paces. I turned around and took in the view. “Damn, Tay, this is unreal. I feel like I’m in a dream.”

  Taylor moved close, tiptoed, and gave me a long, wet kiss.

  “Still think you’re dreaming?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “Come on,” she said, walking toward the water. “Let’s swim!”

  Uh, oh.

  When I didn’t follow her Taylor turned around. “What are you waiting for, Miles?”

  “Can we just, uh, stay here?” I said without moving.

  “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of the water.”

  A memory of a much younger me, long forgotten, surfaced. I was surfing at Sunset Beach on Oahu with some friends, back during my high school days, when something nudged me off my board. A second later there was this loud crack as a large tiger shark lodged itself on my board, splitting it in half. I was able to swim away without getting bitten, but the experience had scarred me. I haven’t been back in the ocean since.

  “Actually, I am,” I said. “Kind of.”

  Taylor laughed, then realized I wasn’t kidding. “Wait, seriously?”

  I nodded. “You go ahead. I don’t mind watching you.”

  She walked back and hugged me. “I’m sorry. Wanna tell me about it?”

  I gave her a rundown of what happened. She stared at me for a long time. “Oh my god,” she finally said. “That was a close call.”

  “Yeah.”

  “That’s fine, we’ll stay here. Let me get a towel.”

  She went back to the Jeep and grabbed her backpack. She pulled out a large beach towel with a picture of a unicorn on it and laid it on the sand.

  “Unicorns?” I said, smiling. “You know those aren’t real, right?”

  “Shut up. Of course they’re real. Just because you haven’t seen them doesn’t mean they don’t exist.” She looked me over. “You’re way too overdressed for this occasion. Take off your shirt.”

  The way she said it, with an edge to her voice, made me do a double-take. I took off my shirt, watching her closely.

  “Nice,” she said, nodding. “Now your shorts.”

  “Wait, here?” I said, looking around. The beach was completely empty.

  “Don’t make me say it twice, or you’re not going to get anything from me.”

  I pulled my shorts down and tossed it next to my shirt. She stared at my cock, witnessing as it started to grow.

  “Lay down.”

  I obeyed her command, laying on the blanket and staring at up at her. “Your turn,” I said.

  “No, that would be too easy. I want to hear you beg for it.”

  “Please take them off?”

  “That’s not what I mean.” She spread my legs with her feet, dropped to her knees, and took me in her mouth.

  “Oh my fucking god,” I groaned, watching her head bob up and down in front of me. This was fucking unbelievable.

  “Yum,” she said after a while, wiping her wet mouth. She climbed on top of me and rubbed her bikini bottom against my shaft. I wanted to slide my cock back into that box of wetness again so bad.

  “Is this what you want?” She said.

  “Yes.”

  “How about this?” She pushed down on the left cup of her bikini top. Her breast spilled out, the nipple extended and looking hard as a rock. My cock gave a big lurch under her.

  “Oh, I felt that,” Taylor whispered. “Does that mean you want to suck on my tit?”

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  “Fine, just a little, though. We don’t want you getting too excited now, do we?”

  “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

  “Enjoying what?” Taylor said innocently.

  I rolled my eyes.

  “Suck my tit, Miles.”

  She leaned forward until my mouth latched on to her pink nipple. I sucked on it greedily until she squirmed and a shudder traveled up and down her entire body.

  “Undo me,” she whispered.

  I reached up behind her and undid her top. Her breasts jiggled free, hanging by my face, and I devoured them hungrily, sucking, squeezing, pinching while she moaned .

  “That’s enough,” she said, panting. “Now I want you to eat me.” She moved herself up until her crotch area hovered above my nose, her whole body trembling with anticipation. With shaky fingers, she pushed her bikini bottom to the side, exposing her glittering shaved pussy.

  Fuck!

  She lowered her hips slowly, the intoxicating scent of her pure essence filling my nostrils and giving me such an erotic high I could feel my own wetness dripping down my shaft. When my tongue grazed along her hairless slit, I heard Taylor’s gasp of pleasure. A deep shudder rumbled through her body.

  I ate her slowly, savoring the taste of her like I’ve never eaten pussy before, my tongue darting in and out of her warm moistness, playing and exploring inside. My hands moved from her hips to her well-defined cheeks, squeezing them, pulling them apart, and when my finger rested gently atop her puckered hole she gave a low moan that slowly rose in pitch until it turned into a full-on wail, her body convulsing.

  “Oh fuck, oh god, oh, oh, oh my, ahhh!” She screamed and shuddered and thrashed above me, her hands pulling at my hair, her orgasms so strong she could no longer hold her balance. She fell off me, landing on the far side of the towel.

  “Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she gasped, her shuddering body curling up, one hand digging between her legs, the other squeezing her nipple hard.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” She screamed, whipping her head from side to side. She was convulsing so hard I actually got worried. I started reaching for her but she slammed my arm away.

  It took some time, but finally her convulsions died down. She turned to me, breathing heavily, her hard nipples jutting out fiercely.

  “Can I please fuck you now?”

  “Yes,” she said, pulling on the knotted string clinging to her hip. Her bikini bottom fell away, and I stared in awe at her naked form. She pushed me back on the towel and climbed on top of me, straddling me.

  I pulled her down to me and kissed her passionately, a kiss of hunger, our tongues dancing in our mouths, my hands ravishing her breasts. My cock honed in to her soaked pussy, and with a single thrust I penetrated her.

  Her body stiffened and she uttered a small cry, but I kept kissing her and rubbing her nipple with my thumb and forefinger, my other hand grabbing her ass. I moved slowly at first, pulling out, pushing in, getting into a natural rhythm until her rigid body eased, her fists unclenched, and she began enjoying the ride.