When she heard the sound of footsteps crunching through the undergrowth of the forest towards her, Melanie was sure she had gotten her man. She saw the armband and knew that Tall had returned, unable to master his desire.

"Alex, I knew you'd listen." She secretly thrilled; was this to be the moment? After all these weeks on the island and after all those years of never finding real love, maybe tonight was to be the night; a man she adored would take her in the way she longed to be taken.

The man who stepped into the circle of light cast by the fire was utterly changed. He walked over to where she lay on the sand, propped up onto her elbows, still topless in the humid night air, her hair cascading back to the sand behind her.

The man's eyes burned with open desire. He reached to his armband, flung it away into the fire behind him, and then paused, devouring her with his eyes as though the vision of her set him on fire.

Take me.

She ached for him to make his move, but he just watched. There was so much she wanted to say to him, but what she wanted right now was for him to finally lose control without a word from her.

Still he hesitated, his eyes moved slowly from her hair down to her toes and she could feel them like a long, lingering caress.

"Lie down." He growled in a desirous whisper. Everything had changed. There was no hint of him wanting to hold back and she could feel electricity crackle in the air between them. She quaked with desire as she waited for his lust to boil over into action. Her nipples hardened, exposed to his commanding possessive gaze. Soon they would belong to him completely, along with the rest of her. She would belong to him and he would belong to her, the slave of his own desire.

Just for tonight.

Take me now for Christ's sake! She longed to scream at him. Did he want her to explode with desire? Was he waiting for her to do something? She began to writhe, at first almost imperceptibly, arching her back, her pert round buttocks pushing down into the sand, her whole body pleading to be taken. She was so wet for him already that he would slide smoothly, easily into her as soon as he dared to make his move.

He put one large, hot palm to her right thigh and she arched deeply in pleasure, the thrill of his touch shooting into her loins, the wetness between her legs flowing freely. Slowly he caressed upwards, along the length of her thigh, sliding underneath the scarf across her hip and then underneath the strap of her tiny bikini bottom. She felt the taut stretch of fabric as his hand burrowed deeper between her legs. A moan of pleasure escaped her and sensations of unutterable pleasure began to fire between her legs, up and down her thighs, and into her abdomen.




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