- Chapter Forty-Seven -

Sounds Like Paradise

[Warning: explicit content]

"Hello?" Arriving back home well after the sun had set, arms teeming with groceries (mostly the favorites of a certain stubborn goat), Elena called out to a seemingly empty house.

Bejewled pinpricks of azure and cream scattered atop the indigo sky, the musical melody of lapping waves was audible from the carport, although it was drowned slightly by the jostling of bags. Cicadas, the throaty chitter of a bank cormorant settling late into its nest, the night itself was alive with a cacophony of sounds; Elena even thought she heard the distant mewling of some kind of feline creature in heat. Good thing Vicky was probably asleep inside the house, or else she would have had a field day.

Paradise. Although as she thought it, the grin on her face faltered - it wasn't really complete without her family.

Expertly juggling the spoils of a productive trip while simultaneously perking her ears for her family, apart from herself and the young man that had been generously bored enough to volunteer his services, there wasn't so much as a peep. Vicky old enough to be trusted, given the late hour Cassie should have been in bed and fast asleep. Shame that around special days she had a way of convincing her father to give her an extra fifteen minutes that somehow translated into at least another hour. Either way, that didn't account for everyone else.

Relieved that keeping the woman company as they emptied the aisles wasn't a terrible experience in and of itself, Rafael surmised that he had a good enough grasp on the blonde to guess what she was thinking as they shuffled uneventfully to the kitchen. ESP something that only existed in the movies, it wasn't exactly hard to make an educated guess. The fight the other day may have put a damper on things between his companions, however he knew it was inevitable that they would find their way to one another. Just like a moth to a flame.

"I wouldn't look for them too hard if I were you." Assisting with the rest out of habit, he set his burden down in front of the refrigerator. "Maybe yours, but not mine. Not if you value your vision." The young man spoke so dryly that it was sometimes a challenge to discern if he was being serious or not.

Suggestion innocent enough, she realized too late how it could have been misconstrued, "Maybe they went back to the hotel? Not like that," the blonde cringed at the idea of what those two did to pass the time without dealing with the tension, so she didn't even want to entertain the thought of what would happen once they did handle it, "ok? Some of our guests will be arriving tomorrow, so Sam might've just wanted to call it a night early."

Rafael could give her that one. "He is getting on in years. And I have yet to hear a request that that girl won't obey."

Honestly they were both a little shocked that Sam hadn't materialized out of thin air just to pout.

Scarily stealthy when he wanted to be, the man had that ability. Except no, there wasn't a single trace to be found of either Drake, nor was there hide nor hair of the girls. Leaving it be for the moment, Elena put the thought aside to tuck the ice cream for Cassie's party behind all the patties. Barbecues never went out of style, however she could tell that her husband was still disappointed in the lack of laser tag. I know what we're doing for Nate's birthday. Getting back to the bigger issue, they had already purchased a party-sized tub, but miraculously that had already seemed to vanish without a feasible explanation.

Once all of the cold things had been put away and Rafael had turned around to bring in the last load, the woman scanned the area for a clue as to what had happened while she was out. It wasn't that she didn't trust her husband with adhering to the rules they set for their daughter, it was just that it was a school night.

Peanut butter and bread left on the counter, peels hanging out of the trash, a single glass and a serving plate in the sink to rinse off before putting them in the washer, they had all eaten together at least. If that hadn't been the case, there would have been two regular sized plates. Spotting the forgotten chips set out by the fridge, she pieced together that there had been drinking. Of course. Maybe Rafael is right...

While she ran the tap and finished the job, the young man came back in and set the bag down. Fishing around inside the knotted bundle of Granny Smiths, he pulled out a sour green apple and took a bite, glancing around to glean the same clues. "Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe they're all curled up watching a movie." You certainly have a nice tv for that.

To be fair that was a legitimate possibility, however they were both too smart to hold their breath on that count. Ideally, Cassie would be in bed so they could actually be in time for school one day this week, Nate would be saving a spot for Elena to snuggle up, and the other two would just be engrossed in whatever they were watching, hands visible. Realistically, assuming that theory was even anywhere near the money, Sam and Daniella would probably have their hands in one another's pants behind Nathan's back. Or on one another's throats...

Observing the relationship from afar, the journalist had noted that her brother-in-law looked at the heiress in two different ways more often than not.

Primarily there was the sulky Sam, who seemed to rue every minute he had to spend in the company of the girl, playing it off as distant or lost in thought whenever he suspected anyone else was watching. Granted he might have genuinely been trapped in his own head most of that time, Sam's wounded pride was evident to the casual observer. Something told Elena that he liked being viewed as the hero, the one with all the answers, and he was threatened by Rafael. Daniella seemed clueless in all that, yet she was agitating the balance all the same.

As for the other side of that coin, just that morning she had caught on that there was still a lingering attraction between the duo. Dropping Cass off at school and picking the three up from the hotel on the way back to the house, what was a relatively short drive seemed to drag on for hours. Watching through the rear view while wondering if the girl had chosen to wear a skirt on purpose, the blonde had congenially attempted to steer the conversation towards what they planned on doing for Cassie's party. Neither had much of an answer about what they'd bring, their eyes taking turns to stare at one another instead. Fingers brushing more than once and bodies subtly rotating towards the other, Rafael had suggested quite seriously that they pull over so the two could "just bang it out already", but that had only embarrassed the girl and made Sam angry. Perhaps a little too angry.

Last of the items sorted into their proper places, the blonde poked her head into her daughter's room. Door wide as always, guitar a total tripping hazard, dog curled up on the child's legs, the sweetness threatened to overload the scales when her hazel eyes beheld Nate. Zonked out on the edge of her bed while reading, it wouldn't be the first time that Nathan had crashed with their daughter before doing the dishes, but it was still just as preciously cute as it had been the first time. And to think, you were terrified of becoming a father. Smiling to herself, she straightened the instrument so that it wouldn't get damaged (or harm anyone stumbling sleepily to his own bed later).

Now that just left the other two... Realizing that she was being followed into the back room by the juicy gnawing of a fruit, Elena hoped that wherever the pair had gotten to, they were safe and mindful of the fact that there was a child in the vicinity. Somehow that seemed unlikely.

"Told you." Making himself busy with the rest of his apple as they reached the empty living room, Rafael shrugged.

[G Marks The Spot/Lovebirds]

Aching deep inside from the anticipation alone, the fireworks were already threatening to start popping off, and they had only just barely begun. Partially out of sheer admiration for the man, the heiress wanted to say that it was because he was just that good, however that might have been dishonest. It was no secret that there wasn't anything to really compare him to - Jay having only done so much for her - so it boiled down to pretty much what all she had done to herself.

Back in the real world, Daniella pleasured herself fairly often; often enough that this last month had driven her to some very unladylike behavior. Did that make me some kind of slut? Occurring frequently enough to prompt an aborted web search, the thought plagued the young woman - even now, she didn't have a conclusive answer. And tomorrow, once she'd had time to meticulously deconstruct every little thing that had happened, it was safe to say that she would feel ashamed, just like before. I let Sam in way too soon, there was no doubt of that, but does that make me some sort of scarlet woman?

Mm, so tight...

Intake of air sharp in his lungs, it was foretold in the cards that she would have been locked down tighter than Fort Knox, yet predicting and experiencing were two totally different things. Barely touching her outer folds before her intense trashing caused a rougher, more rapid insertion than what he initially had in store, the thief was casing the slit beneath him as if it were a safe to be cracked. Too bad real safes didn't let you know you were on the right page.

Wincing because she was only so lubricated at that point - or maybe because it was too much too soon - Daniella let out a little gasp as her walls clamped down on him. Index finger on the verge of being crushed from the pressure alone, the man found that the water had definitely been a plus the last time. Twirling the extremity before yanking it clean out, it wasn't anything a little spit couldn't fix.

Angle making it next to impossible to see anything beneath the peachy bunch that was her skirt, Sam felt her underwear snap back into place before his hand was even remotely visible again. That wouldn't do.

Told on more than one occasion that his Boston roots had a certain effect, the brunette leaned a little more heavily into his accent than he'd intended, commanding in no uncertain terms, "Take 'em off."

Waiting for the birds, he frenetically thrust the soaked antenna into her mouth without further ado - like a good girl, she got the memo and complied with the invasion. Muscle memory recalling all the various times her arms had been restrained behind her back, Daniella bobbed her head slowly at first, gradually picking up momentum and putting her tongue and throat to work. Fleshy pink muscle flitting over his knuckle and caressing the webbing between, all her attention was going into the motion.

Obeying usually earned encouragement, and who could say no to that?

Alternative pretty bad when she was with Jay, the young woman wasn't sure what Sam would do for punishment, so honestly it was probably better to save that for the next time. If there was even a next time. God, I hope there's a next time, she prayed to whoever or whatever was listening.

Propelling herself double-time and drawing in her cheeks even more to remind him of what was in store, the heiress wasn't expecting him to almost gag her. Filling what little space was left in her mouth, her own juices dribbling down her chin, maybe it was her own fault for daydreaming about bigger and better things to come? In complete control, after coaxing her into more than one finger, the explorer rammed both digits as far back as he could, sans a warning. Eyes swimming and lungs legitimately sputtering, as if to make amends he quickly drew his hand back and replaced it with his lips. Embrace sloppier than before, he just flashed that sheepish grin as if that would make everything alright.

So, he liked it like that. Confidence lacking and reserve backbone starting to get dangerously close to having to run on fumes, Daniella had to get a little... creative. Looking up through her lashes at him, she shook her head and played coy, "Not good enough." Vaguely remembering his earlier appeal, she had an idea on how to impress. "You do it."

Keen on the notion that Dells wasn't a meek little creature through and through, he moved to deal with the thin fabric.

More playful than anything else, the little tease smacked his hand, "Uh-uh. I want to see you use your teeth." That was what they said in porn, right? Mama had to get it from somewhere.

Wolfish glint in his eyes, the man knelt down to oblige the lady her request.

Teeth grazing the tender flesh of her hip and the few exposed parts of her thigh as he mouthed a trail north, Sam paused a moment to admire the sights. Drinking in the graceless brat's ravenous silhouette writhing below him on the stairs, wan eyes glazed over in lust and her mouth parted for a breathy moan, the knowledge that Sleeping Beauty was all his sent an electric thrill shooting through his veins.

But that wasn't all - the growing arousal between his own legs made it plain to the man that tonight was going to be a colossal mess. Especially if they didn't pick up the pace.

"Dells..." Voice strained, he cursed the girl for her innocence. He longed to tear into the feast that presented itself so willingly, to grind the ax, to end the siren spell and put all this behind him. Want an insufficient way to phrase it, he needed to taste her. All of her, until neither one could handle it anymore.

Hovering over the narrowest portion of her pastel intimates, the man also noticed that her top was looking awfully tight across her chest. Something of an expert in the area, the brunette took the liberty of rectifying the wrong; mouth busy ripping the lacy obstruction out of the way, the thief made use of his free hand and yanked the collar down so that her bra was on full display.

Crap. In the 'viewing material' she'd looked up for 'research', she saw that there was always a big emphasis put on working the breasts. Feeling a bit like a freak for breaking the apparent norm so soon in, it just wasn't something she bothered with. She'd touch them once or twice, but eh, she would much rather just get to the main event.

Now that Sam was straight ogling her chest, she began to cross her arms to block the sight. Catching herself a moment too late, the heiress was aware that that was abnormal behavior by most standards, so she distracted the threat of thought by doubling down on fumbling with his zipper.

Getting the message that anything more would have made the girl uncomfortable, he backed off and left it there. Probably for the best, seeing what was going on under my shirt might be a bit much for her.

Part of him wanted to give her that full experience, but that might've strayed a little too close to the realm of girlish fantasy, and this was just sex. It didn't mean anything. Sure, he was trying to be mindful of the difference between Dells and the others he'd been with recently, but there was no need to get all crazy with it.

Faster at tearing her skivvies off than she was at getting passed two metal buttons, Sam spat her panties down into the sand, not unlike a feral dog that had just done away with a pesky squirrel. Victorious and bolstered by the win, the adventurer planted another big wet one on the girl; first on the jaw, then each collar bone, the bouncy pool of flesh spilling over modest padding, the inside of each wrist, and then finally the inner thigh, just above the ace bandages. Coming full circle while sprinting towards the next finish line, he shoved the index and middle against her walls and pawed the sensitive bundle of nerves with his opposite thumb.

Bashful once more, as the man paid his princess all the attention her body could take, Sam noticed something. Bitting her lower lip to keep from crying out as the pressure welling up inside became tauter with each circle he rubbed, as they progressed passed a certain point the shy way her thighs attempted to snap shut was at odds with the heat radiating from her lips. Averting her gaze without really seeing anything, the young woman was moaning quite lewdly as he reached deeper into the well of wetness drenching Daniella's core.

Hipbones impatiently jerking up against his hand with every come-hither beckon to curl her inner walls, there was no denying that she wanted it; the heiress was merely incapable of letting him see how badly she desired him.

Well if she couldn't show it, maybe she could say it. Once more taking charge, he inserted the third and final appetizer that would come before the main course. "Say you want it." His eyes revealed more than that as they glittered in the darkness, 'say you want me', they said, 'say you want me more than anyone else'.

Obviously a man that was never going to be remembered for his warmth, he was still worlds better than Jay would be. "I..." The lady inside didn't want to say it, but the tingling that was responsible for all of this was too strong to be ignored for a moment more, "I want it."

Good enough. For now.

Growing just as desperate as her primal alpha, there was an actual physical need to have him inside, an overwhelming sense that clouded all the other six senses. Five senses. Who the fuck cared how many there were, when they still weren't further than this! Diverting her attention from the addition of the second and third digits, she nipped his neck lightly when he started a vigorous walk through the valley. Did I say walk? I mean a fucking sprint!

Letting lose in a way that she never had before, Daniella cried out at the stirring motion assaulting her clit, feeling herself at the edge of climax. Just a little bit more, and...

In essence it was still basically the same thing at this stage, only, as opposed to going it alone, having Sam there between her legs was better. So much better. Seasoned from years as an explorer, the toughened pads of his large hands covered more ground at once and the rough ridges made for a whole different experience. Okay, so maybe he really was just that good after all...

Earthquakes didn't have names that she knew of, but if they did, Dells knew at once what this one would be called. Quivering almost violently throughout her entire body, as her metaphorical nerve died a thousand pathetic demises, the false sun buried herself against his neck.

"Sam!" Almost calling out such classics as 'Jesus', 'fuck', or 'Daddy', only one of them spilled out of her mouth when she came.

Presumably blushing, the osculatrix nuzzled close before dragging the tip of her tongue along the avian ink once she'd recovered some. Tracing each bird in turn, it was her turn to do what she did best. Slipping her hand between the material, fingers wrapping gently enough, the heiress began to pump her arm up and down, working the pre-cum smeared across the tip (and his boxer-briefs) down his length with her hand.

"Fuck," it ought to be a crime that a girl like her could make him feel that good without letting him out of his jeans, "mm, like that." Eliciting more than a swear, she smirked devilishly as his hips moved in time with her strokes.

Rising from her half-elevated position on the narrow staircase, the heiress forced Sam back. Freeing the beast from imprisonment, Daniella greeted their friend with a kiss. Blowing gently over the head, she spread what was already coating the shaft before bringing his cock to her lips. Not realizing as she did so that she had awoken fresh and very unpleasant memories for the man, the young woman only wanted to return everything he had made her feel. With interest.

Of course they'd end up in the sand again. Grumbling and griping to himself, it was hard to stay mad when he saw the bubbly white spit curve down her bottom lip. It was down-right impossible when the little glob dribbled down in a single thread and crowned his pulsating head. Running his fingers through her hair to stay steady, this was the one perk that came from her having some previous experience.

Humming an old song she knew as she enveloped what she could without gagging (again), the heiress was almost disappointed that she didn't have to do much to get him ready for her. Although there was enough, she mused with another pass over the skin flute, urging herself just a little bit further than before. There would be enough time to explore, to savior the moment and one another, but that time was not now.

Fingers threaded through her pale locks with enough force to outlast a tropical hurricane, the man all but forced her to swallow his length when his hips bucked up. Unapologetic for his reaction, if anything it was a compliment to her skills. Flustered and pulling back just enough so that she could breathe, the girl's expression was unreadable as she resumed her maddening pace. If she keeps this up, we might not even have to worry about deflowering heart island.

"Now?" Slurping greedily for a solid minute at least and letting the tip out of her mouth with a pleasant little pop they could both feel, her body was starting to get impatient enough to just jump on him. "I don't think I can wait any more."

If your daddy could only see you now, a ravenous wolf grey and wild licking its chops at a cornered lamb on her lonesome, he mused to himself with a vaguely vindictive smirk.

"Dells..." Muttering her name like a prayer, unable to hold himself back any longer, that was all the warning he gave before he pulled her down on top of him. Top, bottom, he could care less just so long as he could get it in.

"Sam..." Panting his name, they both groaned out as their sexes rubbed against one another, grazing harmlessly. In the power position - or at least it seemed like the power position to her - the young woman looked at him stupidly, not quite sure who should make the next move. "I..."

Misinterpreting her hesitation, the thief cupped her cheek and whispered in as comforting a tone as he could currently manage, "Hey, we don't have to go any further than you're comfortable with. There's other things-"

Hastily shaking her head and yelling out louder than she'd intended, she accidentally rolled herself against his throbbing member, sending a jolt up both their spines, "N-no! I just..." Whimpering, it was all she could do to get the words out as he pressed against her. "I think it might be better if you do it."

Pecking her forehead in relief, Sam took care of his princess.

Lining his vertical to her diagonal so that they's connect in as painless a way as they possibly could, the brunette gingerly eased himself into the girl, displaying far more patience than he thought himself capable of. Gasping out as he entered her most private of chambers, Daniella was grateful to the man for using a little humor to keep her mind off of the pain.

Flipping her skirt up so that he had a full view of what they were working with, the historian let out a scandalized yelp, "Wait a minute, you lied to me?! Me? When were you going to tell me you weren't really a blonde! How many other victims are out there, woman?!"

Grin breaking across the grimace, she didn't say a word while her insides stretched out and acclimated to his girth. Instead Dells simply stared into the depths of his oceanic gaze; if she had been just a little drunker, the heiress could have spent the rest of the night there until she passed out. One hand keeping her steady, Sam brushed some stray hair back behind her ear, but what really got her was that he returned the eye contact. Thank the ancestors she'd only had the one bottle, or he might never have looked at her the way he was right now.

Starting to slowly rock herself once she was ready, Daniella murmured something under her breath that he was pretty sure sounded either Mandarin or Cantonese. Not the first time a partner had spoken in another language, he was more focused on how good she felt. Jesus fuck, she was so tight! Almost like she was going to snap him in half at any minute.

"But seriously," unwilling to pass up the opportunity, the man laughed genially through a grunt as she set the pace, "Now that you're a real woman, do you have anything to declare?"

Chuckling in return to hide the wincing, she had just the thing, "Goodbye virgin alarm."

Oh, my God! I just found the perfect woman, and she's been with me this whole entire time! It almost would have been worth it to make that old 'marry me' joke, but nah. Not really Sam's speed, even as a joke.

All kidding aside, frankly the man was shocked to hear reference to a movie that had been made decades before she was born. Hell, her dad was probably only a baby when it came out, and the odds were that the man had never even heard of the film. After all these years, he still fondly remembered sneaking into the theater together with Nathan as kids. Because nothing beats thinking about your little brother when a pretty little thing is riding you.

Crustaceans scurried along before the tide had the chance to reshape the environment, their claws clacking and cracking as they went. Lost in the velvety emerald of the green, a beach mouse shrieked in holy terror as it found itself in the talons of a common barn owl, its plight accompanied by a chorus of cicada. Nature is all around them, but all Sam can hear is his partner moaning out for him, begging for more as their bodies slam together in a mix-tape of slapping, panting, and uncoordinated mewling.

Ecstasy in its purest form, sweat beaded their brows like diamond and pearl, the silvery sheen shining in the partial light of the moon. The smell of sex hung heavy between their bodies, and although he could tell that he might not have another five minutes left in him, Sam wasn't done just yet.

"Oh, fuck!" Frantically pounding like there was no tomorrow, it was hard to tell who had said it this time, or if it wasn't just another dead thought.

Reaching up towards her neck to pull her down for a kiss, the thief swallowed another moan. Daniella had gotten so loud that Sam had had to cover her mouth before she woke up the whole island, although that had only seemed to turn her on more, judging from the way her swaying had picked up speed. It felt so good inside his little heiress that a part of him never wanted the moment to end. Did she feel it too? She looked like she was, she sounded like she was, but even he had been fooled before.

It wasn't the same as touching herself at all, and even though the pain had largely subsided to give way to pleasure, honestly she wasn't too sure about this way being better. Sam really seemed to be into it, and it wasn't like she wouldn't be willing to try again to see if her opinion changed, however she wasn't anywhere near as satisfied as she had been previously. Forcing an overly loud moan, the young woman moved herself faster in the hopes that it would do more than just make her sore.

Kissing him for what might have been the last time, Dells closed her eyes and managed a ragged (and honest), "So... deep."

I don't want to let you down too... Brushing his lips with her thumb after they broke apart, Daniella let him flip them around so that he was on top instead, pondering if maybe changing the angle would solve her dilemma. Folding her legs around his waist and inadvertently pulling him even closer, for half a heart beat she thought she felt something. Jolting her wires, she let a little whimper escape her lips when the feeling didn't return.

Once more misreading the signals, Sam grinned a cocky little grin. He really was deep inside the young woman - deeper than he probably should have been under the circumstances - and her wrapping herself tight all around him served to only send him further. Further inside, ever closer to the climax. Feeling it coming, he threw his head back to stare straight up at the sky as if he intended to howl at the moon.

Release spurting out suddenly in a wash of creamy white, cock twitching and sputtering every last drop until her insides were filled beyond capacity, Sam looked at Daniella sheepishly as her insides clenched down to milk out what was left. So much for pulling out...