Island Perfect Pt. 2 - TG Caption

He didn’t speak. Calloused though surprisingly gentle fingers brushed across my right shoulder before trailing down the same arm. His other hand reached around and traced my collarbone. I froze up. Not from fear, but from a shocking sense of rightness. That brief clarity was broken by a high-pitched exhalation I was surprised to hear from my own mouth. This untested body of mine was sensitive in all new places. Without thinking about it, I leaned back into his large frame and was engulfed, his chin resting on the top of my head. His arms came around in a hugging motion before settling lower and something hot pressed into my back. He began to rock against me, rubbing his hardness up along my spine.

Reaching for his hands, I pulled them from my jutting hips up to a now considerable bust, eager to feel that large grip take hold. He didn't disappoint. Cupping from below, he squeezed my over-sized breasts in time with his body’s thrusts before slowly stroking outward, almost petting them from below before tweaking the large, dark nipples. The flutters in my abdomen returned with a vengeance. It was all too much and yet I wanted more so I spun and looked up, up, into dark eyes. There was a hunger there and a loneliness that melted something in me. Like it was the most natural thing in the world, I took his large head between my dainty hands and pulled him down for a kiss. Our lips met, and I was the first to press my tongue through, eager to taste him before he opened, accepting me inside. His larger tongue fought back, and my thoughts inevitably drifted to the huge hardness now straining up between my cushioning breasts. I pulled away slightly and reached for it.  

I was startled by my attraction to the thing. His was certainly an impressive specimen of manhood. It looked so different from this angle, and I noted that my small hand was unable to reach all the way around. The tip oozed a steady stream of warm lubrication that I took full advantage of. Barely gripping the end of his length with one hand, I ran my thumb across the tiny slit, gathering slick wetness before smearing it around the bulbous tip. With my other hand I lightly caressed and tickled with long fingernails causing him to groan before reaching his base and cradling the hot heavy sack I found there. He was boiling with his need for release.

He growled, a sound that shot tingles throughout my feminine form and made my toes curl. This man…my man would have no more teasing. He pulled me up, dragging my erect nipples across his sparsely haired chest, and then, in a mirror of my earlier action, brought my face to his before driving his tongue back inside my mouth. He rocked his hips back and forth and I knew this would be no long, drawn-out lovemaking. At least, not the first time. We both wanted, and our instincts, whether natural or implanted by this place, were driving us. He laid back on the sand, pulling me with him. I landed, straddling his belly with hands on his chest and his shaft resting between my massively expanded ass cheeks. The position felt good, but it wasn't quite right. I spun around, giving him a full view of said massive ass and all semblance of rational thought left us both. He lifted me with impressive strength, lined up, and sank himself halfway inside.

I was ready, so very wet and ready, but he was huge and I was tight around him. He paused, both of us panting, allowing me time to adjust, but I didn’t want slow. I didn’t want to wait. I wanted him and I wanted him now. I rose up, body quivering, before slamming back down, seating him fully inside as my lower lips kissed the base of his shaft. He took over after that, blessedly relieving me of both responsibility and my senses. Like a machine, he pulled out and plunged in, the bumps and veins along his cock creating delicious friction deep inside. I grew impossibly wetter, the evidence of my satisfaction painting the space between us. We were loud and obvious to any that might care to watch. The sound of us, the scent of us... No, this was no lovemaking. This was pure, unadulterated animalistic fucking. I was being filled, used, mated, and I absolutely loved every minute of it! Finally, his wandering hands found their way back to my heavy, heaving chest, to the huge brown and overly sensitive nipples. He pulled, and I screamed, and the world went white.

We lay there together sometime later, on the sand and both facing the sea with his arms around me, hands rubbing my belly. For a moment, I saw an image superimposed, one of us in the same position, with my stomach bulging huge and round. A faint breeze rustled through the palm fronds above us, and I swear I heard the island whisper approval. This wasn't the fate I imagined for myself when I wrecked here, but one I could happily embrace. I lay back against my mate's warmth and closed my eyes with a happy sigh.