Her eyes found his again and the heat between their gaze was as hot as the tropical island sun. He watched her and she seared with pleasure to feel his burning eyes on her, watching every tiny move, enjoying every tiny moan that his fingers drew from her lips.
"Say it." He whispered.
Say what? What was he talking about?
He came closer, his right hand still deftly controlling the rise and fall of her ecstasy.
"Say it." He hissed into her ear and then allowed the tip of his tongue to find her slender neck, her delicate ear lobe.
What does he want me to say?
She would refuse to give him permission. That was her condition. If he wanted her, he had to be man enough to take her. Christ, wasn't he already doing that now?
"Do you know what this means?" He whispered. She was breathless now, moaning continuously. "One finger on you... " She writhed. "One touch... " Her back arched uncontrollably. "...and I'm gone forever." She threw her arms around him and clamped her thighs to his strong forearm, locking his hand between her legs, his fingers to the wet and swollen nub of her desire. Her moan of pleasure filled the nighttime of the island forest. Surely, Sebastian must be able to hear them and know what had finally taken place.
"I've just given up billions of dollars in wealth to see you like this." The powerful thrusts of pleasure coursing through her center were like nothing she had ever experienced before. No man had even come close. She clung to him, his giant rock-hard body absorbing every ounce of strength she had. At last, she collapsed back onto the sand and looked at him with eyes of uncontrollable desire.
"Take me." She said, barely able to breathe.
He smiled.
"Fuck me!" She begged, pleaded, commanded.
Now he moved more surely even than before, removing her sarong, sliding away her bikini and carefully folding and placing them beside her.
A memory suddenly came back to her... who had done that before? Another beautiful man in her past had done just the same thing, but there had never been anyone like Alex, Sebastian, or whoever he was. No one had ever been so powerful and yet so considerate and gentle at the same time, like a firestorm that stopped to carefully warm her toes before continuing on to destroy trees, houses, boats, and anything in its path.
Now he was over her, just as he had been before, his long tangled hair pouring over his broad, rippling shoulders and the pink head of his male desire poised between them, looking even larger, if possible, than it had before. God, she was ready. It didn't matter if she gave him permission or not, what difference could it make? She wanted him inside her now and forever, taking his pleasure from her, his prize possession; the jewel in his billionaire's crown.