Tóg mise. (Take me.) “Janine Hart

She woke to his hand already on her body. She could still smell the fresh air flowing through the trees. Scents of coconut and hibiscus floated through the warm air. She knew he was coming to her tent. She’d left the entrance open with purpose. He kissed her stomach softly and moved up towards her breasts. She moaned lightly and touched his head. His long curly hair tangled in her fingers, her pale skin shinning in contrast.

               The moon light made his bronze skin and golden eyes glow making him look like an angel as he stared in her eyes with a passion she’d never known. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this but after her divorce and the depressing singles cruise all she wanted was to be laid. He kissed her skin so hungrily she burned for more. She could already taste his kiss on her lips.

               He stopped at her breasts and traced her nipples slowly with his tongue before taking them in his mouth. He sucked softly at first then with a new found intensity that shocked her. Her back arched as he cupped one breast and suckled the other before switching. He was so calculated in his movements, showing equal attention to both, her arousal almost at a peak. He stopped abruptly, if only to watch her writhe in ecstasy. He smiled down at her watching her reach for him before he leaned in and kissed her deep. Their tongues mingled creating a heat greater than the island.

               He whispered in her ear in a language she couldn’t understand but his hard thick dick against her leg explained. She inhaled sharply hoping she could take his girth and whispered back “Tóg mise.”

               He understood perfectly as he entered her and took her. She tried to scream out as he filled her but his lips were on her mouth again. She moaned into him as he lifted her and pulled her on top of him. Her wrapped his hand in her deep crimson hair and pulled her upright. She bucked as she felt him go deeper. There were no words needed, the primal act explained itself.

               She dug her nails into his chest and he grunted as he flipped her on her back and slammed into her again. She screamed loudly, the beautiful sound echoing throughout the hidden part of the island. He responded with more animistic grunts as he kept the rhythmic pulse between them. He breathed her in deep and pulled away, leaving her wanting and wet.

               He bent down between her legs and cleaned her. He tasted her as if she were a rare dish, making her quiver with every lick. She was shaking by this point and his smile showed he appreciated every moment. He turned her over slowly and moved her hair to the side. He slowly kissed down her neck and back while softly pushing her down on all fours. She didn’t know how much more she could take but she quietly and hungrily obeyed.

               He slid into her slow this time, letting her feel every inch fill her and stretch her. She loved it. These were the things one became addicted to. He slid his hand around her neck and softly pulled her towards him, his tongue exploring her mouth and taking in her taste. He slid in and out of her faster now his passion growing with hers. She was dripping down her legs and he could no longer contain himself. He bucked into her harder and harder with each thrust and she received and bucked back.

               Her orgasms rolled over her in waves as he bore down and went as deep as he could. She didn’t recognize her own voice as she came. He growled deep and held her close as his body jerked with his own release of ecstasy. They both collapsed to the ground the cool breeze flowing in from the water licking at their burning skin. He stroked her face and stood. His naked body gorgeous as his hair flowed in the wind. He smiled a wicked grin before blowing her a kiss and leaving the tent. She breathed in deep and laid back, the feeling of warmth and release washing over her.