The Island and Some Rum Part II
By Lady Kakarott
Elizabeth was in a haze; a
brilliant fuzzy glorious haze. She thought
she felt rough hands smooth the clothes off her silken skin. She felt what she
thought were lips travel the length of her torso, ravishing and licking and
suckling her sweet breasts in turn. She thought she felt herself burry her
hands into a black mane of hair as the man before her sank his tongue into her
glistening slit, torturing, and teasing and sucking, making her juices flow and
making her want more. She thought she
felt rough fingers slick into her tight opening. She thought she threw back her
head and screamed in pleasure as he found her bundle of nerves and stoked her
to the very edge but not letting her go over.
The thought she remembered bucking her hips, giving her that last bit,
sending her over the edge. And she thought she remembered him thrusting his
large member into her, breaking her virginity as the orgasm vibrated through
her. And he was pounding into her with
steady rhythm by the time the last of the climax ebbed away. And by now she
knew it wasn't a dream because this man was filling her with such sensations
she never knew existed. He cupped her
buttocks and lifted her to him as she rose with her hips to meet his thrusts, driving
him deeper and deeper into her. She felt the edge near and she spread her legs
until they ached and rocked violently into his hip. Climax crept closer and
closer until it exploded into white hot ecstasy and his warm essence filled
her. The pleasure resonated, lasting for and eternity before they collapsed together,
arms around each other's sweaty forms. Elizabeth opened her eyes. Jack's eccentric
smile spread across his face as he laid a hand on her naked hip.
"That was some good rum…."
