“I’m sure that would be exquisite” he said, “but that’s not what I want.” He ran his hand over my wet pussy, feeling the engorged and slippery flesh. “I need to be inside you. Please, turn over.”
I hopped off the edge of the desk and turned so I had my back to him, then leaned forward over the desk. He stood and I heard the sounds of his belt being unbuckled and trousers undone. His hands caressed my buttocks and he felt the wetness between my legs again. “You are beautiful” he said, and then he slid his rigid cock all the way inside me.
“Ohh!” I cried. After the orgasm he’d just given me, having his hard member fill my pussy was a mixture of more pleasure and too much sensation.
“Oh yes, yes” he murmured in return. He stroked deeply, one hand grabbing my hip and the other between my neck and shoulder. He had strength and I was pinned to the desk. His strokes quickened. “So beautiful” he said as he banged into me.
He fucked me hard, really hard. Impressive for an older guy. The desk was heavy wood and managed to hold ground, providing the perfect buttress to keep me in place while he rammed his cock into me from behind, again and again.
When he came I felt his warm semen explode into me and he cried out and leaned forward over me, reaching an arm under my chest to squeeze my body back against his. He stayed pressed into me until his orgasm subsided and then he kissed me on the neck. Finally he stood and I heard him doing up his belt and trousers, and he dropped onto the desk chair panting.
“You are a delight” he said. “Quite a delight. I am so glad we have you here on the island.”
“Thank you” I said, standing. His cum leaked down my leg. I turned to face him but his eyes were on my pussy. “I need a shower” I said. Another shower.
“Please be my guest” he said, looking up at me. “And Hannah? I hope to see you again.”
“I would like that” I said, smiling at him.
Chapter Eight
Day Thirteen. I sat on the beach reading Rebecca, the latest treasure I had found on the bookshelf. When I reached the chapter end I stopped for a break and realised I’d been reading for two hours! No wonder I felt stiff. I stretched my legs and arms and leaned my head back and felt the sun’s warmth on my neck.
As I stood to stretch further I saw Ryan further up the beach, walking. “Hi, Ryan!” I called to him, and waved. He waved back but carried on walking.
I felt crushed. Why hadn’t he come over? I hadn’t seen him for a few days and hadn’t sought him out because I figured he’d been working too hard. But surely since he was out walking anyway he could have taken some time? I would ask him about his work, he would try to explain it, I would tell him he needed to unwind and switch off more often.
I miss him. I had to be careful, I’m pretty sure attachment would interfere with my arrangement here. Careful or not though, a thought was forming in my mind. He was working too hard and clearly needed a break, courtesy of Hannah. And I needed some of him. I set off back to my hut to shower and freshen up and then go and find him.
Chapter Nine
The door opened to my knocking and Ryan stood there in a towel. “Hannah!” His eyes widened at the sight of me.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Looks like I caught you at a bad time” I said. “Or maybe a good time?”, flashing my eyes at him and grinning.
“Uh, well. Yeah” he fumbled. He stood next to the door opening and pulled the door partly closed.
“Have I done something wrong?” I asked. “When I saw you earlier it seemed as if you didn’t want to talk to me. And now you’re being, I dunno, odd.”
“No, you haven’t” he replied. “I just” - he was interrupted by a woman’s voice from inside the hut, beckoning to him - “Ry-an..”. Her lazy, drawn out summons slapped me across the face.
I looked into his eyes and he returned my gaze, a crease furrowing his brow. “Oh, I see” I mumbled. A mix of emotions hit me. Surprise. Jealousy. Anger? Sadness? Get real, Hannah. Think about where you are.
I drew my head and shoulders up. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” I challenged him.
“Hannah?” he quizzed.
“I came to see you. The least you could do is invite me in.” Cool it. You’re not supposed to get annoyed with the guests.
He blinked and stared at me. “Er, okay” he said eventually, with a shrug.
He held the door open and I walked in. He closed it behind me. One of the other island girls, I didn’t know her name, was sitting cross-legged on his bed wearing only a pair of black knickers. Dark hair, dark eyes, cocoa skin. A dress was draped over the chair and her black bra was on the floor. She was slim with shapely legs and her breasts were pert but not large. She was beautiful.
“Hi” I said, affecting my best casual I-don’t-really-care attitude.
“Hi” she returned, examining her pierced navel and not looking up. Nice.
Now that I was in the room I didn’t know what to do or say next. I didn’t want to leave him with this girl but what could I do? I couldn’t be jealous, that wasn’t part of the job. I couldn’t exactly ask her to leave. He was a guest and I was…ok fuck it, I was jealous. Why did he have to choose another girl?
There was only one card to play. I walked up to Ryan and kissed him full on the lips, then I sat on the edge of the bed next to her and put on the biggest smile I
