Stranded! by Pepper Pace

that was both curvaceous and well toned. His tongue left a wet trail as he circled her belly button.

Her breath came out in a rush. "Marshall please!" Her hips rolled in need. "Please don't..." She wanted to say 'tease'. She wanted to beg him to make her cum! But those words were not easy to leave her lips. She just knew that her need was almost overwhelming! Marshall did not make her wait as he quickly settled between her thighs. He loved to feast there but did not have long before she was bucking wildly. He loved the way she came; with such complete abandon!

"That's it baby...cum for me." He cajoled as his fingers slipped into her heated opening which immediately gripped him in rapid spasms. His tongue pushed and stabbed at her clit feeling it pulse in return.

"OH! Marshalls!" She wasn't coming down from her orgasm, her body just kept gyrating as multiple orgasms hit her in rapid succession. Marshall backed off after a few moments and she seemed to collapse as she caught her breath and moaned.

"Are you okay?"

She closed her eyes without answering. He saw her bite her lip and then her fingers moved between her thighs where she rubbed herself in slow circles. Marshall caught his breath as a jolt of pleasure brought his erection back. Watching her masturbate was the most erotic thing he'd ever experienced. How could he ever get off of this mat when she lay there looking like a sex goddess? He watched her silently, transfixed by her movements, the slow rolling of her hips and the way her lips parted. Her other hand came up to rub her swollen nipple. His mouth went dry when she slowly tugged the flesh, stretching the darkened nub.

This was too much...he wanted her. He wanted to be inside of her fucking her, slamming into her accepting pussy...

Marshalls rolled over, covering her with his body. Her legs came up and wrapped around him holding his pelvis in place, pressed against hers. Marshall gripped her wrists and pinned them to the sand and then he pushed into her. Oh god...he panted. She was so tight. Quickly, frantically his pelvis rolled and rocked against hers and she met each thrust just as furiously.

"Yes!" She was screeching. Her arms wrapped around him tightly and she buried her head into his shoulder. Now that he was deep inside of her, she could finally feel the release that had been at bay, waiting for the final trigger to release it. The trigger was this act of coupling. As he filled her most intimate of areas, Oceans felt the final lock fall into place and her body was plunging into oblivion! It was amazing—the feel of him filling and stretching her in pain laced pleasure. He was relentlessly pounding in to her, possessing her. She gripped him with clawed fingers, scratching through his skin and driving him to fuck her harder!

Marshall was like a man possessed. There was no thought but the completion of their coupling and when again, the semen began to course down his shaft and spurt from his body, he could not hold back his cry of sheer exultation! This was the puresest moment of pleasure. Their mingled cries filled the island beach which had now become their own little universe.

Afterwards, neither could move. Moving would bring them back to reality and right now they were still in a cloud of pleasure. Oceans finally pushed against him slightly and he rolled onto his back. He was sweating and panting but when he took in her look of horror he remembered why this was not such a good thing.

"Oceans," but she had jumped up and was hurrying to the water. He jumped up as well and hurried after her. "I'm sorry..." Her arms were crossed in front of her chest and she was intent on reaching the ocean. "Oceans?"

"I need to wash!" She said quickly. He walked along side of her without speaking, feeling like he was a demon from hell. He'd ejaculated in her. How could he have done that after all the care they'd taken not to complete the act?! He glanced at her and she just seemed scared. He wanted to hold her but