Micah's Island, page 5
I took my time with him. I got into the rhythm ever so slowly, up, down, up, down, wet and warm. I fondled his balls as I sucked him. He sounded like he was dying. I chuckled a little around him.
I know the physical signs of a man getting ready to explode. They get just a little harder, a little fatter in your mouth; their balls draw up slightly into their body. He wasn’t going to be able to stand much more of me.
I sat up just as I felt him pulse in my mouth. He cried out, his hips lifting off the deck as I jacked him; hot cum shot out like a geyser all over his stomach and down my hand. He collapsed, his breathing hoarse and labored.
I was really, really wet. I slipped my hand down between my legs, content to give myself a quick O. I never had the chance. He jumped up on his haunches, grabbed me by the shoulders, and pushed me down flat on my back.
He was a quick study, my Micah. One hand went unerringly to my pussy. He dipped into my wetness, playing and pushing over my folds. His other hand lightly caressed a breast. He dropped his mouth down over mine just as I’d done to him the night before. Roman candles went off in my head, sparks flew behind my eyes. It felt so fucking good. You can bet it didn’t take more than a minute for me to arch my back in a screaming orgasm myself.
He was gasping. I was gasping. Holy shit, what the hell was that? I thought.
Pandora’s Box, indeed. I’d opened it, alright. He didn’t want to let me go. He literally physically did not want to let me out of his arms after that.
We spent the night together in the hammock, embraced in a tangle of limbs, smelling like sex. He gave me another good going over with his hands and fingers, finally falling asleep with his face buried in my hair. I drifted off into blissful slumber as well.
Chapter Nine
The next morning we woke up, nearly strangled ourselves getting out of the damned hammock, and had a breakfast of fruit, fruit, and more fruit. I was jonesing for a rib-eye or something. French fries. Pizza!
I wrapped the sarong around me, and we walked to the pool. We played and splashed for what felt like hours. He was laughing out loud more and more. It was a delightful sound, and my heart soared every time he did it.
I’ve never believed in love at first sight. In fact, it always seemed like lunacy to me. Yet, in less than three days, this man had me wrapped around his little finger.
I knew why. He was an innocent with a man’s body. The world had not turned him cynical, hard, and heartless. How could I not fall in love with him, splashing there in the pool with a bright smile and lively, wide eyes?
He watched me watching him with interest. I could see the wheels turning. I knew his thoughts. I’d come to mean a great deal to him in those three days too. The intimacy of the night before had simply reinforced our connection.
If I was his science experiment, he was also mine. Where would I ever find a man of his age who knew nothing about sex?
My staring at him must have disturbed him. He got out of the pool and crouched down beside me, dripping wet. The look on his face was questioning, expectant.
I put a hand on his cheek and smiled at him. My heart did a flip when he smiled back and put his hand on top of mine.
The little goofball had an ulterior motive though, as I soon found out when he removed my hand from his face and placed it between his legs, directly on his seriously rigid cock. The smile faded, his brow drew up in furrows, and he pushed my hand forcefully against his hardness.
I sighed and smiled. My fault. I’d gotten this started. I knew it wouldn’t be very long before he wanted more. I really couldn’t blame him.
I took him by the hand, led him down into the sand, and emptied his balls for him again.
~***~
We spent the rest of the day gathering food, or fruit, to be more specific. With a rough burlap sack slung over his shoulder, Micah held my hand and walked me all over the island. We found bananas, mangoes, a few types of fruit that I’d never seen in my life and had no name for, and surprisingly, a couple of pineapples.
He was a master at getting coconuts. He’d shinny up a tree by wrapping his hands around and digging his toes into the trunk, just like a monkey. At the top, he climbed over the cluster of coconuts hanging there, throwing them down one or two at a time.
I stayed well out of the way while he was doing this, not wanting a falling coconut to cave my head in. I shaded my eyes with my hand as I watched him work. He was amazing.
He’d thrown down quite a few by the time he climbed back down—way more than we could carry back with the other things that were in his burlap sack.
I took off the sarong, spread it down on the sand, and loaded several coconuts onto it. I slung the whole thing over my shoulder like Santa and his bag of toys.
He watched me do it, then nodded in approval. Off we went back home.
~***~
“What about fish?” I asked him later, as the sun was starting to set. It was almost supper time. If I had to eat one more piece of fruit, I was going to lose it.
Micah stared at me blankly.
“There must be some way to catch them. If you can climb a coconut tree, you can certainly catch fish. Can’t you? Catch fish?”
He continued to stare. I put my outer wrists against my cheeks, pushed out my lips, and wiggled my fingers in what must have looked like a ridiculous imitation of a fish. I don’t think he got it, but at least I made him laugh.
“Come on. I’ll show you what I mean.” I took him by the hand this time and dragged him down to the ocean.
It took some time, but I finally found a dead, dried, smelly fish lying on the beach.
“Fish,” I said, pointing at it. “That’s a fish.”
“Fee,” he said, nodding his head.
“Can we catch one? To eat?” I pretended to pick the fish up, and eat it. He looked startled, so I pointed out at the ocean and pretended to eat.
I was starting to love the looks he got on his face when he finally understood what I was asking.
He left me standing there as he ran back up to the decks. He came back five minutes later with...of all things...a net!
Micah waded out into the ocean and cast it, expertly drawing it in as he walked backward toward the shore.
Picking the bundled rope net up out of the surf, he turned and deposited a net full of fish of various colors and sizes at my feet!
“Yes! That’s it!” I said with enthusiasm, gripping his arm.
He opened the net and tossed a few of the smaller fish and some other creatures back into the ocean. He picked three of four of the largest fish out, threw them onto the sand, and peered at me for validation that this is what I’d meant.
“Fish. Yes! Those are fish!”
He picked them up, dispatched them quickly, then smiled at me. We were having fish for supper tonight.
~***~
It’s a good thing I like sushi.
Micah knew very well how to filet a fish. I shook my head as I watched, wondering where he’d learned to do it.
He certainly was an enigma, my Micah. I would have to be content that there were some things I would never know about him, but he still left me scratching my head sometimes.
The fish was raw, but delicious. I thought the addition of a little protein to both of our diets would be good for us. I wondered if we could somehow roast the fish next time.
“Micah, do you know how to build a fire?” I asked, turning around on the deck to look at him. “Do you have anything out there we could use to build a fire?”
He was out in his junkyard sorting through some things. He picked his head up and gazed back.
“Fire? Do you know how to make a fire? If we could cook the fish next time, it...”
The horrified look he got on his face stopped me in mid-sentence; in fact, it made me instantly wish I could take the statement back. He ran across the sand, snaked an arm around my waist, and clamped a hand over my mouth.
His eyes, wide with fear, darted all over my face; he wasn’t in any hurry to remove his hand. He didn’t want me to say the word again.
Fire. Something about fire terrified him.
I put my hand on his chest and tried to reassure him. He relaxed, took his hand away, and drew me into a gentle embrace. I hugged him back; he was shaking. Without meaning to, I’d hit on a serious nerve. Something from his past? I’d have bet money on it.
“I won’t say it again. I promise,” I said against his shoulder, a little shaken myself.
Chapter Ten
I love him.
There. I said it.
I wanted to stay here with him forever. I was willing to give up pizza, roasted fish, rib-eyes, and designer shoes and purses. I didn’t ever want to go back to cruelty, greed, violence, and lack of compassion. Everything Micah did made my heart happy.
I couldn’t believe I felt like that already. I’d been here...what?...six days? This was so not me. I never give my heart away that fast.
I was pretty sure he felt the same way about me, though he didn’t know exactly what he was feeling. I could tell when I looked in his eyes that I meant something to him, and it wasn’t just because we’d made a sexual connection.
I hadn’t taken him all the way yet. I didn’t know why I was holding back. He was just so...innocent. Maybe I wanted to keep him that way for a while? It’s such a rare thing...innocence.
Yet I knew it would be the greatest gift I could ever give him. The gift of me, my body, my soul. Everything, no holds barred. I wanted to bind the two of us together with that most intimate and sacred of acts. It wasn’t just lust now; it had turned into love and trust. On my part, anyway.
I resolved to do it that night.
~***~
We had a very nice supper of fish and pineapple before we took ourselves off to the pool for a drink and a splash. He towed me around the water by my ankles for a while, then I wrapped my legs around his waist and just held him.
I couldn’t seem to stop touching him. It was that magical time in all new relationships, that moment when you know you’ve found the one. That whole thing with Calvin and Dolph had been horrible, brutal, but it’d led me here, to this island and this man. I was finally right where I belonged. I wouldn’t have changed a thing.
My face must have reflected how happy I was. A slight smile curved that generous mouth, and his eyes grew bright and devilish. He slipped a finger between my labia under the water, searching for my clit, but I stopped him with an equally devilish grin.
“Not tonight, lover boy. I have a better surprise for you.”
~***~
Micah sat on the deck watching me comb my hair in front of the broken mirror with the broken comb.
It was tough getting the comb through the knots, but I wanted to look nice for him. He was trying to be tolerant about it but, more than once, I saw him cast a baleful eye in my direction. He finally got to his feet and paced around the deck. I tried not to let him see me laughing.
I wanted to take my time. I wanted tonight to be special. How often does a woman get to initiate a 30-something year old man into the delights of sex? This was one for the record books, and I wanted to remember every second of it.
I finished with my hair and climbed back up on the deck. He came to me with such a look of relief that I did laugh. Mr. Micah had quickly gotten used to his nightly oral loving. I’d made him wait tonight, and he was not being very patient about it.
He went to our spot, sat down, and laid back, his legs slightly open as he drew me in. He had a raging hard-on already. I’d have to be careful I didn’t take it too far. I wanted that luscious hard cock inside me tonight.
I got down on my knees in front of him like I always did and sucked him into my mouth. He gasped and sighed, jerked and went still, his hands on top of my head. I glanced up and looked at him. He was leaning his head back against the post, his eyes closed, mouth slightly open in ecstasy.
I ran my tongue over and around him as I cupped his balls, listening to his ragged breathing, delighting in making him twitch by using just a little tooth here and there.
I finally pulled my mouth away from him and quickly rose to straddle him. He opened his eyes and looked up, questioning me with his eyes.
Gripping his cock, still wet from my mouth, I guided him to the entrance of my wet pussy. I just slipped the head in and settled around it, hesitating for just a second before I dropped down over the length of him roughly, with just the barest hint of ferocity.
Ohgodohgodohgod. He split me wide, and it was fucking, torturously delicious. I couldn’t breathe for a moment. He was so big, so thick I could feel him in the base of my throat. I struggled to get a grip. I didn’t want to come yet, but I could barely stand the sensory overload of his hard cock inside me. It was everything I knew it would be.
He bucked under me, his hips coming so far off the deck I had to put my hand on the post over his head so he didn’t throw me off. The noises he was making were amazing, so hot I almost fingered my own clit to get the O just waiting to ripple through me.
He put his hands on my hips and clutched me with tense fingers. He was still straining and gurgling, looking up at me with wide eyes, disbelieving but wanting more.
“Hold on, baby,” I said softly. “This is the good part.”
I started to move, up and down ever so slowly, the way I moved my mouth on him. I wish I could describe his face. His mouth opened and closed like the fish we’d caught. His eyes were large and incredulous, and then he would grimace and lift his hips under me, as though he were trying to push every last millimeter of his cock into my pussy. Then he would relax and stare up at me with those beautiful eyes as I worked him over some more.
I was content to ride him, but he had other ideas. I think instinct just took over for him. He pushed me off, threw me over onto my back, and quickly rolled over on top of me.
Lowering his hips between my open legs, he grabbed his cock and guided it back into me. My ass and inner thighs were soaked. I don’t think I’ve ever been that wet.
He held himself suspended above me on taut arms, his hands on either side of my shoulders. He moved slowly at first, but I got very loud, and I think that spurred him on.
“GOD, Micah! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” I screamed, digging my fingers into his biceps and wrapping my legs around his hips. He didn’t understand the words, but he certainly got the gist of what I wanted. He obliged me beautifully, driving into me solid and fast, bruising my pussy with his jack-hammer thrusts.
I arched my back and clenched my teeth as an orgasm gripped me. He had the rhythm. He knew exactly what to do. I just lay back and let him go. I shivered and cried out through several more orgasms before he got his own.
I love that moment when a man starts to come. I love how they go completely still, their faces frozen and a little white as they groan with pleasure, then release a flood of hotness in long, strong spurts. Micah did not disappoint me in that regard.
He collapsed on me, gasping and half-sobbing. I held him, rubbing the hair at the nape of his neck, and cooing to him.
“Did you like that, baby? I love you so much. I never want to be without you,” I remember whispering in his ear.
When he finally came to his senses, he held my head on both sides and covered my face and neck with grateful kisses.
~***~
That’s the thing about Pandora’s Box. Once you open it, you better be prepared to deal with the consequences.
For a few days, I was on my back more than I was on my feet. He would ambush me at the oddest times. In the middle of the night, while I was eating, combing my hair, or just taking a walk with him. He always seemed to be hard.
I didn’t mind at all.
Chapter Eleven
Things were wonderful after that. At least for a while.
Micah loved to sort through the stuff in his junkyard. Er...scratch that. I’d started thinking of it as his ‘debris field’. Every time I thought the word ‘junkyard’, the theme song from ‘Sanford and Son’ started playing in my head. Micah was definitely not Fred Sanford.
Anyway, two days later, I left him sorting through his stuff with the idea that I was going to wander around the island on my own a bit. I loved being with him, but I needed some space, some ‘me’ time. He was busy, and I didn’t think he’d miss me.
I wrapped the sarong around me and set out through the palms. I headed in the opposite direction of our home and the waterfall. We didn’t usually go that way to gather stuff, and I wanted to explore.
I don’t know what I thought I’d find. It looked just like the rest of the island. But I enjoyed being by myself, just walking and musing, collecting my thoughts.
After walking for a half hour or so, I sat down under a bit of foliage for shade. When I looked up into the canopy of the tree I was sitting under, I saw them: The sweet green fruits that Micah and I ate for breakfast most mornings.
I wanted to be helpful, so I took off the sarong, loaded a bunch of them into it, and flung the sack over my shoulder. I kept one out to eat on the way home.
I took several bites of the fruit and managed to swallow, but these were bitter and hard. I decided after a couple more bites and swallows that maybe they weren’t ripe yet.
I’d just rounded the slight curve of palms and was almost within sight of home when the stomach pains started. They were horrible. If you’ve ever had food poisoning, you know what I mean. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. I went to my knees gasping, the sack of fruits I carried scattered across the sand.
It felt like something was trying to tie my intestines into knots. I tried to call for Micah, but I couldn’t draw a breath in deep enough to whisper, let alone shout. The pain kicked up a notch. Before long, my stomach rolled over on itself, and I vomited foamy green fruit all over the place.
I started to shake, my vision went blurry, and I didn’t seem to be in control of my own body anymore. I rolled from my hands and knees onto my back. I was naked in the open sun, and I couldn’t get any of my muscles to obey me. That was bad. I needed to call for someone—I had to—but I couldn’t remember that someone’s name anymore.
