Page 30 of Lost At Sea With A Billionaire

I did as I was told, meeting his fervent plunges as I pushed my ass back.

“Fuck!”he yelled.

I came again and didn’t get to warn him.“Shit, shit, shit!”My pussy palpitated like a heartbeat and he gripped me tighter and fucked me harder.

“Janeeeeeeet!”

Our bodies burned from the force of our sex and just when I thought I would become delirious, he pulled out and shot warm come on my ass and up my back.

“Oooooh…”

I wiggled from his grasped and turned, squatted, and opened my mouth, attempting to taste the orgasm he gave up as he was still emptying himself.

My mouth closed over his curved dick, and I moaned, closing my eyes.

“Shit, fuck!”His hand dug into my scalp and gripped my hair, and I locked my jaws and pulled the remaining nut down my throat.

“Mmmmm.”When I opened my eyes, he stared at me like an uncaged animal.

“You’re such a bad fuckin’ girl.”

I smiled and licked my lips.“And I could use some of you as my seasoning.”

His gaze darkened.“Don’t talk to me like that.”

“Why?”

“We’ll never make it back to the food.”

I laughed, stood to my feet, remove my clothes, and ran to the freshwater pit before I made him make do on his threat.

“Never in a millionyears did I think we’d be here like this.Now we’re...”

“Now we’re what?”He shifted to look at me with curiosity in his expression.

I hesitated.What were we?Lovers, certainly.Friends, definitely.But no label seemed adequate for what had developed between us.

“I don’t know,” I admitted.“What would you call this?”

He leaned in and bit my bottom lip.“Something I never expected to find.Especially not here.”

“That’s not really an answer.”

“Maybe I don’t have one.”He pulled me closer.“Does it need a name?Can’t we just be us?”

I wanted to push, to define whatever this was, but the vulnerability in his eyes stopped me.This undefined territory was uncomfortable for a man who had controlled every aspect of his life.

“Yeah,” I said instead.“We can just be us.”

We finally returnedto the abandoned fish, which had to be discarded.Instead, Jonathan suggested checking the traps he’d set on the other side of the island.

“We need to collect more of those herbs you found near the waterfall anyway,” he said.

We made our way across the island, following the path we’d marked.The journey had become easier with each trip, and our bodies adjusted to the terrain.Jonathan held branches aside for me, his hand finding mine at difficult crossings.These small acts of consideration had become second nature to him.

At the waterfall, we took a detour for a swim, unable to resist the clear water.What started as cooling off quickly evolved into more, our bodies coming together under the cascade again.

“We’re never going to get anything done at this rate,” I laughed afterward, floating on my back in the pool.

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