Her hands weren't trembling anymore; she knew exactly what she was doing. Melanie allowed her fingers to press into his taut, brown flesh and felt the tug of his powerful erection against the denim.
"There's still something there, Alex." She whispered so close to his ear that a shiver ran down his entire left side and then that was it. In one sweeping motion he turned and gathered her into his arms, picked her up, and brought her next to the campfire.
She stared into his eyes as he set her down on the sand and then pulled his shorts off to reveal his manhood, every inch she had imagined, and then some.
It quivered in the tropical night air, straining for release and then he fell on her, showering her lips and face, neck, and shoulders with kisses. His tongue explored her like a viper on fire, hungry for her, devouring every inch of her pleasure filled body.
She lay back in the sand as his huge hands and arms manipulated her like a rag doll, taking away her bikini top and laying it next to her in the sand.
Yes, yes, yes! She screamed inside her head. But some old discipline kept her from speaking out. Her fantasy was to be taken as the plaything of a rich and beautiful man with assets to match, who was driven wild with desire at the very sight of her.
She began to open like an eager flower in May, waiting for him.
But then -- nothing. He had stopped moving and remained there on his hands and knees, mere inches above her, panting, gasping for control over his own impulses. She looked down and saw his mane of hair, damp with humidity and the moisture of desire, his wide shoulders across her hips like a bridge, the two perfect round bumps of his ass and the pink tip of his desire still shuddering between them in mid-air, unsatisfied and throbbing for release.
As suddenly as he had taken her down, he turned and stood up, found his shorts, and proceeded to put them back on.
For a moment, Melanie just lay in uncomprehending shock and then her ire began to mount, together with her own desire for release.You will pay for this, rich guy. She thought. When I finally get you inside me, I'm going to break you.
"What's wrong?" She said. "And don't tell me 'it's not you' or you can get over to the other side of the island and stay there until we're rescued."
He struggled to zip up his pants, almost hurting himself in the process and then finally turned to face her. She still had no top on and her long blonde hair cascaded over her right shoulder. She was ethereal, impossibly beautiful, and sensual in the moonlight.