Lost at Sea (closed for scarlettnuit)

Watching Rose climax in his arms was amazing. When she flinched at touching him with her moist finger, he quickly grabbed her hand. He lifted it to his face and inhaled her scent up close. Then, slowly, he took her finger into his mouth and sucked it perfectly clean.

"Mmm... Wonderful. I can't wait to taste you straight from the source."

He kissed her on the hand, cheek, and then briefly on the lips.

"Reality beat fantasy, hands down. Thank you for sharing with me."

Conner traced languid circles across Rose's body, arms, and breasts. He entwined his fingers in hers.

"What were you picturing when you came? Did you feel my fingers touching you? Maybe it was my tongue? Or...maybe it was my cock sliding inside?"
 
She watched with intense interest as he pulled her finger to his mouth and quickly sucked it clean. Her body reacted immediately, and it took her a moment to realize he had said something to her.

“I loved the way your hands felt on my body, though now that you bring it up…” she paused and gently raked her nails up his legs, “the more you talk about all that, the more I want it to happen…”

She leaned her head back against his shoulder and then looked up at him as her heart fluttered in her chest.

“Do you…want to taste me?” She asked, the idea sending a thrill through her body.
 
"Mmm..." He kissed Rose, teasing her lips with his tongue. "More than anything."

Conner moved out from behind Rose, then gently laid her back in the mat. He kissed her lips and cheeks, forehead and tip off her nose. He then worked his way down her body, ever so slowly, kissing and licking and nibbling - ears, neck, shoulder, collarbone, breast bone. He paused at Rose's lovely breasts. Such perfection. Finally, he laid lips to nipple, kissing before finally taking one in his mouth and suckling.

As Rose responded to that attention, Conner ran a hand down her side, over her hip, and then started coming back up the inside of her leg. He stopped short, just as he could feel the warmth radiating from between her legs.

Conner have Rose's other nipple equal treatment before continuing to work his way down. He kissed her taut tummy sneak flicked his tongue into her belly button hole, smiling at her reaction.

Down further, his lips began to nuzzle through her fine, dark pubic hair. It was clearly trimmed short and off the bikini line, though days away from razors were beginning to show. Here, her scent began to grow strong. Conner's cock stiffened so much, his shorts might tear.

He nibbled and kissed every closer to her pussy, but pulled up just short. He looked up at the lovely woman, bare body glistening in the cracking firelight. Fuck, what had he done to deserve this?

Conner ran a finger up her slit. She was incredibly wet and slick. He made a show of bringing his finger to his mouth and licking it clean.

Smiling, he said, "Dessert."

Conner shifted to between her legs and parted them. Her moisture glistened in the orange glow. Virginal pussy. If she hadn't been kissed before, then she'd certainly never enjoyed this. He intended to make it worth her wait.

Conner kissed his way around her inner thighs, picking up traces of her sweetness. Slowly, he worked inward until he licked up along the folds of her labia. So sweet, so perfect. Finally, after she seemingly couldn't take it any longer, Conner ran his tongue up the entire length of her pussy, absorbing all of her flavor, ending at her swollen nub.
 
Rose almost quivered at the way Connor looked at her as he laid her down on the mat. Her pulse raced as she thought about this beautiful man liking her enough to do…well it would seem, anything she wanted him to do to her.

Each kiss on her body left warm tingle on her skin, his hands seemed to make her skin feel even more sensitive. When he took her nipple into his mouth, she sucked in her breath and the delightful wonder of it. Each flick of his tongue seemed to send a direct signal to her core as she felt herself start to throb.

It was with some regret that she watched him move down her body. Despite herself, she giggled when his tongue flicked over her belly button.

“Sorry, ticklish,” She explained with a smile.

She watched as he moved his way further down her body at an agonizing speed. The anticipation was palpable, and she wanted it to both end and last forever. When his finger touched her for the first time she jumped a little from the newness of his touch. She blushed a little, knowing how wet she probably was.

“I hope it’s not too much…” she said, but any doubts she had, about that particular part of her body anyway, were washed away as he grinned at her like a cat that got the cream.

She giggled again when his tongue first touched her, surprised that being touched there would tickle her, but she soon adjusted to the new sensation and was rewarded with the feeling of his tongue brushing her clit.

“Mmm…” she sighed softly as she lifted the top portion of her body up on her elbows to watch him.

He looked so primal in the glow of the fire, with the storm crashing down around them. She found her fingers moving through his beautiful black hair for a moment before he flicked his tongue again, and she found that she had to stabilize herself with both arms.

The more he moved his devilish tongue over her, the more she moaned, and given their remote location, she held nothing back. Eventually she was forced to lay on her back once more as the pleasure became too much for her to hold herself up to watch him.

“Oh my God Connor…” she moaned low in her throat, managing it get that out between the constant moans and whimpers he seemed to coax from her body, “It feels so fucking good…” she told him as her hips started to buck against his lips.
 
Conner had always enjoyed eating a girl out - the taste, the aroma, the empowerment of knowing he was getting his partner off. Having fantasized about Rose for so long, being able to finally live out some of that pent up desire was intoxicating. Rose's body was quick to respond and she was not shy in vocalizing her appreciation.

Despite the years of waiting, never expecting this to be anything more than fantasy, Conner took his time. He alternated between lapping up her juices and focusing attention on her clit. Each time she neared a climax, he backed off just a little bit. It was a fine line between frustration and anticipation.

Sensing she was reaching her limits, Conner slid a finger inside Rose and began stroking her g-spot. As she became acquainted with that new pressure, he returned his lips and tongue to her clit. He found a rhythm that got her hips gyrating in his face, as if she could find release quicker by pushing back harder. With tongue flicking rapidly across her nub, he finally felt her peak, pussy and legs clamping around him. He held his tongue flat against her, letting her own body ride that last little bit, until she collapsed underneath him.

Gently, Conner withdrew his finger and licked it clean. Even more softly, he licked Rose clean, careful not to directly touch her no-doubt over sensitive clit.

He kissed his way back up her body, lips riding the heaving of her chest as her breathing finally slowed. Then, propped up on his elbows, he looked down at her face with a soft smile. In the firelight, she looked beyond ravishing in her afterglow.

"Just a little taste," he said, eyes twinkling. "Better than I'd dared hope."
 
Rose was still recovering when Connor kissed his way back up her body. She had felt anything like this before and with his finger moving inside of her, it was a whole new sensation, and a powerful one.

When she looked back up into his eyes, she felt overwhelmed with emotion and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. She tentatively moved her tongue into his mouth and moaned softly into it as she tasted herself on his lips. Before now, she would have thought something like this was gross, but now, now it made her moan and she enjoyed it immensely.

She spread her legs so that he could rest more comfortably on her and then kissed her way down his jaw until she got to his ear. She then sucked his earlobe gently into her mouth and toyed with it, eventually raking her teeth down it.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” she whispered in his ear before sucking on his earlobe again.

After a few moments, she managed to pull herself away from his earlobe and look into his eyes again.

“Can I do something for you…I’ve never, well, anything as you know,” she paused and pushed her hips up, grinding her damp pussy against his hard on through his shorts, “But I’m a very eager and willing pupil,” she grinned and then sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. She had no idea why she was so horny, but she wasn’t going to complain.

“Besides, I want more,” She pouted at him insolently.
 
Conner had a brief moment of concern when their lips met, fearing she'd be bothered by her own taste, undoubtedly still on his face. On the contrary, however, she seemed even more turned on. He opened his mouth as she probed with her tongue. Whatever Annie might be to him in bed, the lack of kissing like this made it pale by comparison.

Rose then went at his earlobe. Fuck, that always got him squirming. When she raked it with her teeth, he couldn't help but grind his erection into her crotch. He was a thin strip of damp fabric from taking her.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” she whispered in his ear before sucking on his earlobe again.

Conner groaned. "Happy to...mmmm...help."

He felt her grinding back against him and knew she was as lost to desire as he. She reminded him of her inexperience, but also eagerness to learn and try new things.

“Besides, I want more,” She pouted at him insolently.

Conner grinned, pressing into her crotch while bringing a hand back up to her breast and teasing the nipple.

"My princess isn't satisfied yet? Oh dear." He gave her another gentle, suggestive thrust. "What, then, does my very eager and very willing pupil wish to explore next?"
 
“I don’t see you complaining,” she grinned and then let out a little moan as he thrusted against her.

“I feel that if I am going to do something, then I should do it completely and thoroughly,” She teased him as her fingers explored his body.

The multiple orgasms he had coaxed from her made her now feel bolder than she might have felt otherwise. She snaked her right hand between them and gently started to stroke his cock. She liked the way it felt now, hard, yet soft, but even more, she loved watching his reaction to her touch.

“What would I like next…,” she said, as if pondering the question, “I’m open to suggestion,” she said finally, still stroking him.
 
Conner got the distinct sense Rose was on that fine line between brave and uncertain. He liked the sparkle in her eye... And her hand on his cock.

"I know just the thing," he said, reluctantly separating himself from where he lay atop her.

Conner stood and stripped off his damp boxers, tossing them aside. His cock bounced in its freedom, pointing in the direction of the princess while casting suggestive shadows on the wall by firelight. He extended a hand to Rose and gently lifted her to a sitting position. Her face was mere inches from his swollen member.

"Since you've only had the briefest of introductions so far," Conner said, glancing down meaningfully, "perhaps you could get better acquainted. It likes to be petted, rubbed, stroked, licked, kissed, and complimented. And, well, it seems to be rather taken with you."

He took the hand he'd used to pull her upright and placed it back upon his cock.
 
If she hadn’t been so worked up, Rose wasn’t sure that she would even consider doing what she was about to do. She had always imagined that going down on a guy was degrading and disgusting and she hated even thinking about it. However, as she stood on her knees now, all that ran through her mind is how good she wanted to make him feel.

She moved towards him and grasped the base of his cock gently. She could smell her own musk and now his as well and she closed her eyes against the intoxication it caused and the swirl that circled deep in the pit of her stomach. When she opened them once more, she stuck her tongue out, giving his cock a tentative lick. She then kissed the head of his cock and then took it into her mouth.

She sucked gently at first, learning her way around, looking up at him for direction and to see his reaction to the different ways she moved her tongue and experimented with pressure. Before she really could notice, she was moaning softly as she sucked his cock, enjoying every moan and response she could eek from him. Instead of feeling degraded, as she thought she might, she felt powerful and in control of Connor, or at the very least, his pleasure, and it was a thrill.

“Am I doing ok?” she asked, pulling away briefly before she continued to suck his cock like a delicious sweet.
 
The hesitation and tentative start supported Rose's claim to having never done this before. He rapidly improving technique and enthusiasm, however, were just enough to make him wonder.

Conner savored the view from above as the young woman explored his cock with lips and tongue and hand. Many fantasies were dashed as reality surpassed each and every one. Her warm mouth engulfed him, a sweet, smooth pressure, and he moaned in approval. He'd been so turned on throughout the day from teasing and flirting and fantasizing, he knew he wouldn't last long even under her novice technique.

“Am I doing ok?”

Those eyes, brilliant and playful and eager to please, got to him as much as the physical experience.

"So much better than okay, my dear Rose," he said. "You sure you haven't done this before?"

He reached down and ran his fingers through her hair. After a bit, he held her head gently to stabilize her position. Much as he wanted to savor and prolong the moment, Conner felt his orgasm building. She probably wouldn't recognize the signs and he didn't want to ruin things by startling her.

"I'm close," he said, half moaning.
 
She chuckled a bit at his question, “Just repeating what I’ve seen on the internet…and making the rest up,” she grinned at him before taking him back into her mouth.

When he told her that he was close she pulled her mouth off of his cock, making a slight slurping sound, until just her hand was stroking him. While she did feel quite adventurous, she wasn’t sure she was ready to take a mouthful from Connor, not yet anyway.

She then stroked him, licked her left hand, and then added it to her right, letting her hand twist pleasingly around his cock as they pumped him. She did her best to pull every moan she could from him until he came. She didn’t know why it surprised her a bit, she supposed it was the feeling of giving pleasure to another person, but she jumped a little as his cum landed on her breasts.

She thought such a thing would have disgusted her, but in the moment, the feeling of his warm cum on her, cum that she had coaxed from him, turned her on. She released his cock when he was finished and sat back on her haunches. She was still turned on but given that she had just “spent” him, she presumed that this was the end of the day’s lessons, so to speak.

“I guess I’d better to get cleaned up,” She smiled a bit and stood up, “Care to join me?” she asked, loving the idea of showering in the rain, even if it was a bit cold.
 
Conner watched Rose through half closed eyes as his climax hurtled closer. He didn't mind her taking him out of her mouth, unsure how she'd react. Much as the idea of a woman swallowing his semen was a turn on, so too was watching it shoot out over an enthusiastic partner.

Rose was good with her hands and he groaned moments later. Thick white ropes of cum spattered across her perfect breasts, an entire day's worth of arousing build up. She looked incredible, kneeling at his feet - young, sexy, innocent, bold. He still couldn't quite believe they'd come to this just days after her somewhat justified blow up at him.

“Care to join me?” she asked in regard to her intention to rinse off.

"Just try to stop me, princess." He extended his hands to help her up. He glanced down at her chest again. "But so eager to get rid of your lovely pearl necklace?"

He chuckled and gave her an impassioned kiss. After lingering for a bit, he led her down the ladder and into the dark a short distance from their hut. Only the soft glow from their fire and the occasional flash of lightning provided any reference, but he knew the way to a tiny bit of clearing where the ground was covered in fern-like plants, soft underfoot. Here, the cold rain hit them unfiltered by the canopy, like a generous shower spray.

Conner held her close, "washing" her body with his hands while they frequently lingered on her breasts and butt. He then ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her again.

"Ever dance in a storm before?" He twirled her around. "Better than a club any night, in my opinion."
 
“Such jewelry is new to me,” she smiled at him as they walked out into the rain.

Her nipples hardened against the chills of the cold rain pouring over he body, even as his warm hands moved over her. As the palm leaves overhead swayed from the gusts of the storm, she found herself swaying with Connor.

Just as she wrapped her arms around his neck a light flashed. She looked up, expecting to see lightening, only to find the light came from a horizontal angle. She turned her head and saw the light fighting it’s way through the lush jungle.

“That’s…that’s a search light…” she said to Connor and then rushed back into the hut. She put on her clothes as quickly as she could, not wanting to be caught naked if this were indeed a rescue. Once Connor returned she tossed him his clothes as well.

“Do you think they’re friend or foe?” she asked, nervous about what may be waiting on the shore.
 
Conner savored the feel of Rose's tight body under his hands. In the chill rain, however, her goosebumps were nearly as hard as her nipples, and he knew they wouldn't be able to stay away from the fire for too long.

“That’s…that’s a search light…”

Conner snapped his head around and, much to his surprise, it did appear to be a powerful flashlight bobbing through the jungle in their direction. He had a massively diverse set of reactions to the sight - frustration at interrupting a lovely moment with a beautiful woman, excitement at being rescued, and fear that the newcomers weren't there for them.

He hurried after Rose and hastened to get his wet shorts on. His jeans were a lost cause, so he didn't bother.

“Do you think they’re friend or foe?”

His gut instinct, unfortunately, leaned more toward the latter. He hadn't heard any plane or helicopter fly overhead today, so this being a response to someone seeing their SOS on the beach seemed unlikely. Search and rescue operations, several days after a storm, rarely happened during the night time hours, especially in a jungle like this. Worse, they seemed to be heading straight for the shack, which led his imagination to wondering if they were drug runners, human smugglers, or worse.

"I don't know," he said, unable to keep the uncertainty from his voice.

He was thinking they should slip back out of the hut and hide a short distance away until they could be more certain as to the answer. Unfortunately, they were too late. Someone called out a single word in an unfamiliar language from a short distance away. It didn't sound the friendliest, but...

"Stay out of sight," he said softly to Rose, uncertain if she hadn't already been seen or heard.

Holding his hands out and open, but not exactly raised over his head, Conner stepped cautiously toward the doorway. Anyone out there would clearly see his silhouette in the firelight. In the darkness, the flashlight was off. He couldn't see anyone or anything in the pitch black rain. He'd be an easy target if anyone was so inclined. That didn't strike him as a good thing, if this was really a rescuer, though perhaps they were just being cautious as well.

"Hello?" he said. "English?"

"Who you?" The voice was heavily accented but understandable. It didn't sound any happier about them.

"My boat wrecked in the storm," Conner said. "Landed here. Are you rescue?"

There was a long pause, which led Conner to believe there was more than one person out there. The longer this went, the worse he felt about their position. What choice did he have, though, unarmed, stranded, and cornered?

"Come down. Both. Now."

Shit.

He glanced back at Rose and saw the fear on her face. Hopefully, they were just fishermen and being understandably cautious about finding strangers in their dilapidated hut. That was a lot of hope for a guy whose luck had been running very hot and cold as of late.

"Stay close and don't tell them who you are," he said softly.

He climbed down the ladder, still unable to see anyone. He waited for Rose to get down and held her hand reassuringly.

"Step closer. Kneel."

Definitely not a rescue. He did as instructed, still holding Rose. The flashlight snapped on and he winced against the blinding light. All he could tell is that the man holding it was a good fifteen feet away. Words were exchanged in that unfamiliar language.

Another figure, not the one with the light, came forward and gave them a cursory pat down. He was dark-skinned, with grungy denim shorts and a old Nike t-shirt. He also made no effort to hide the large handgun he carried. Conner couldn't get a good look at his face, but the body language was all business.

"Others here?"

Conner shook his head. "No, just me and my...wife. We were out sailing when the storm caught us."

"Quiet."

The man with the gun climbed up into the hut, rummaged around, and reported back, presumably telling the other that they had nothing else save his pair of jeans and his small go-pack, plus the junk they'd scavenged. At least their story should hold up.

"Where from?" The man with the flashlight said.

Conner glanced at Rose. "Hong Kong," he said. Plenty of foreigners lived there, especially those with enough money to be sailing these waters.

"Come. No...funny things." His language was stilted, but the message was clear - the guy with the gun was staying behind them and wouldn't tolerate them trying anything.
 
Rose’s blood ran cold as she heard the interaction between Connor and the unknown people that now surrounded them. She was more than happy to stay close to him and only nodded as he told her to keep her identity to herself. While she had been taught a few things, should she ever be abducted, she had hoped the day would never come. For now, at least, she was only a girl, a girl with no name to these people.

Her heart started to thud against her ribs as they were told to kneel. She did so, her hand firmly clasped to Connor’s, praying that they weren’t going to be executed for simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. When they motioned for them to follow, there was some relief, but not much. Who knew what they were walking into, she hoped it would be as simple as ransom, and if it came to it, she would do anything to keep Connor and herself safe.

They walked with them back out to the beach where a few other’s lingered around a small dingy, a larger ship laid out in the deeper waters. She wondered if they were part of a drug cartel, though she didn’t see anything around that would suggest they had anything there. Then again, these operations were well run and wouldn’t leave any evidence of hiding their merchandise.

Rose wrapped her other hand around Connor’s arm and held him close.

“If anything happens…please know that being with you has been the happiest I’ve ever been. Thank you,” she told him softly.
 
Conner placed a hand over Rose's and squeezed reassuringly at her words. He wanted to tell her it'd all be okay, but they both knew that would ring hollow. Besides, he didn't want to give these guys any more info about them than was necessary. Instead he focused on trying to learn everything he could. Unfortunately, that wasn't much.

The dingy was small and shoddy, but functional. In the dim moon light peeking through breaks in the storm clouds, their primary vessel, anchored a few hundred yards out to sea, looked like an old fishing vessel smaller than his likely-sunk previous command. Pirates in these parts tended to favor speedboats and work closer to the coast and shipping lanes, leading him to suspect drug runners. That could be good or bad.

A third man was waiting at the dingy and words were exchanged softly. The new guy and the one with the gun headed back toward the hut while the one with the flashlight waved them toward the dingy. He'd produced a pistol of his own, but didn't point it right at them. Conner wasn't stupid enough to try to be brave without knowing the odds. He helped Rose into the boat and then helped the guy push the boat far enough into the waves the small motor could be engaged.

"Are you in charge?" Conner asked, avoiding any direct questions about who these guys were.

"No."

Conner considered that as they made quickly for the larger vessel. He could make out at least three others along that boat's rail. They were hit with a spotlight as they neared, followed soon after by chatting and laughing and a wolf whistle. Shit.

"I'll need to speak with whoever is in charge," Conner said as they slowed along a ladder. "To discuss the generous reward for our safe rescue."

He met the guy's eyes and gave him a meaningful look as he said it. The man was younger than he'd expected, probably about the same age as Rose. His eyes kept drifting back to her and her bare legs poking out from under the large sweatshirt.

"Yes?" Conner had to get the guy's attention back.

"Yes, see captain. I hear."

They pulled alongside the boat and the guy indicated Rose should climb the ladder first. Conner nodded to her, since they really had no choice. Unsurprisingly, the guy turned on his flashlight to "help," no doubt getting a eyeful looking up under the sweatshirt. Conner wanted to punch the guy, but the number of potentially armed men watching on stayed his hand.

He went next and found Rose being leered at but untouched by the other crew. They were a mix of dark skinned and Asian, all with rough and dangerous edges. He wouldn't trust any of them, but had to hope they valued money more than a potential quick bang.

The other guy climbed onto the deck and said something to the others. They looked a little disappointed, but listened. One stepped forward and took Rose by the arm, firm but not exactly rough.

"She go to room," the guy said. "Waits. You talk to captain now."

Conner tried to give Rose a "trust me" look. He knew threatening or making demands more would only worsen their situation. Best to show them a token degree of respect and hope to get some back in kind. He watched on as they took Rose below deck, then followed the other man into the wheelhouse.
 
Rose’s heart was racing as they were led out by a group of men who looked rough, and that was being polite about it. Their clothes were dirty and worn and they had a coldness in their eyes that told her that their humanity was on the brink of blinking out on them.

She did as they said, staying close to Connor, until she was shoved into a small room and separated from him. She did her best to keep a calm face, to keep from reacting as she felt any emotional energy she put out would be sucked in by these men and pelted back at her.

As they took Connor to go meet with the captain she was at least relieved to be alone in the room. No one to stare or touch her or do whatever else they could think of. However, her heart and mind raced as every second apart from Connor made her wonder what was happening, what they were doing to Connor. Would he be ok? Would they kill him? While she knew that there were a score of things that could happen to her, all she cared about was that he came back to her safely.
 
Conner tapped on the door the guards showed him to before opening it. Rose looked up at him, relief clearly joining the fear in her eyes. He stepped inside, setting aside the bedding he'd been given to hold her in his arms. The door was shut behind them, not locked but he knew there would be at least one man keeping an eye on them.

The room was hardly more than a closet, smelling of rust and mildew. A few boxes were shoved against a wall and that was the extent of its contents.

"I talked to their captain," he said. "I suggested a generous reward for their rescuing us. I think he's smart enough to recognize easy money, even though he was able to get a significant bump in that price in order to ensure no one lays a hand on you. I'm pretty sure they're drug runners, so as long as we keep this simple, it's easy money for them. If they knew who you really were, it'd risk turning into a dangerous random situation. So let's try to keep it on the down low, okay?"

He gave Rose a quick kiss.

"They don't have a satellite phone, so it'll be a day and a half before they get wherever they're going and I can contact your father to make the financial arrangements. They'll feed us and we can use the bathroom and go on deck, but that's it for now.

"I'd suggest we get out of these wet clothes, hang them to dry, and try to get some sleep. It may not be the rescue we hoped for, but I think we'll be fine."

Conner wasn't sure if he was trying to convince her or himself if their well being. He still didn't trust the crew, even if the captain seemed reasonable. And they might yet decide Rose was worth more to them than the reward. Best to stay out of sight as much as possible to avoid giving them any ideas.
 
When Connor walked through the door, Rose did her best to contain her relief, though it was written all over her face. She waited until he had told her the entire story of his meeting with the captain, but her relief was such that she couldn’t contain herself much longer after that. She threw her arms around his neck and smothered him in kisses.

“I was scared that you wouldn’t come back,” she explained as she pulled back and blushed softly. Right now, for more reasons than one, Connor was her rock and the center of her universe. As long as he was ok, everything else would work itself out.

She got up from the small fold down cot she had been setting on and took the bedding from him and made the small bed. She then slowly slid off her clothes and hung them as Connor had suggested and watched as he followed suit. Despite the danger in which they now found themselves, she found herself just as enchanted by his body as she had been before.

She stepped towards him and wrapped her arms around his torso, her naked flesh pressing against his own. She wished they were still out in the rain, in their small little hut. She wished she hadn’t been so shy and had enjoyed his body before time and consequence would sour the experience. While she knew she should have been more afraid of the gun runners, she was more petrified at going back to her father. There was no way he would allow her to see Connor ever again.

“Connor,” she began softly as she looked up at him, “Can we pretend we’re still on the island?” she asked as her hands tentatively moved down over his rear.
 
The situational whiplash of the last couple hours was unlike anything Conner had experienced before in his life. Rose melting into his arms, however, was worth it. He just hoped her faith in trusting him to get them through this was well placed.

He watched her make their tiny cot (spooning would be the only way to share) and then her shed the wet clothing. Even in this grungy closet lit by an underpowered naked light bulb, Rose's nude body consumed his attention. He would always remember her like this.

Conner quickly stripped and hung his clothes beside hers on the boxes. They wrapped their arms around one another, hands slowly exploring naked flesh.

“Connor,” she began softly as she looked up at him, “Can we pretend we’re still on the island?”

Conner smiled down at her. "What? Trapped, lost, and in a dangerous situation? Hardly anything's changed."

He chuckled and kissed her deeply. "But, yeah, I'd like that. We were interrupted a bit too...soon."

As they continued to kiss, Conner brought and hand up to cup her breast. Her nipple was hard under his palm and he began rubbing his thumb around it in small circles. His cock swelled between them, eager to not be overlooked.

Conner scooped Rose up into his arms, kissed her long and hard, and then gently laid her on their cot. He knelt on the cold, hard floor beside her. His kisses worked their way down from lips to neck, shoulder and then breasts. Meanwhile, he traced his fingers up and down along her thigh, each time getting closer to her crotch.
 
She moaned softly into his mouth and couldn’t help but chuckle a little as he recalled their situation.

“The scenery is a bit changed though…and I doubt the food will be as good,” she told him and then happily melted back into his kiss again.

Another illicit moan was drawn from her lips as his hands moved over body. He seemed to know exactly where to touch her and how and as she felt his hardness grow between them, she moved her hand up and stroked him. The feeling of him was hard and hot and it made her throb even more to think that he was reacting to her body.

She let out a small little “eep” as he picked her up and laid her on the little cot. She had thought he was going to move up to kiss her on her mouth, but Connor seemed to have other ideas. As his mouth moved over her body, she felt her back arch as if his lips were a magnet drawing her ever closer.

His fingers moved over her body until he was between her legs and she looked down at him hotly. For a brief moment she wished that the door had a lock, but she supposed the crew members had probably locked them in anyway. She returned her attention to Connor, her legs naturally opening to let him in. She knew she was wet as the air cooled gently against her center. Part of her felt embarrassed about being so exposed to him, while the other found the moment exciting. Her skin tingled with anticipation as she waited for him to touch her for the first time.
 
Conner savored each moan and shudder in response to his touch. When his fingers reached her pussy, then danced across her clit, she practically lifted off the cot. She was wet and ready, almost to his surprise given the circumstances.

Much as he'd enjoyed her licking her to climax earlier, Conner found himself eager to take her virginity. She'd almost missed the chance when tossed from the boat. Then, again, when they easily could've been killed rather than "rescued" on the island. He still wasn't confident they were out of the woods. All he knew was they had this moment, here and now, for as long as it lasted.

Conner kissed his way back up to her mouth, gently sucking her bottom lip before kissing her deeply. He climbed onto the cot and settled his legs between hers before slowly lowering his weight. Their bodies merged and he felt the heat between her legs against his cock. Her hips moved against his, inviting him.

He rocked against her, shifting down a little at a time until he felt the tip of his cock find her pussy. He nudged it forward, just enough for the head to nestle in between her slick folds. Holding his hips steady, Conner lifted his head so he could look her in the eye. He wanted to see her, to gaze into her soul, as he became her first. Certain she still wanted this, he began to slide inside.
 
Rose gasped as she felt him move inside of her. There was a moment of pain that quickly ebbed as the feeling of being completely filled took over. The tenseness in her face eased away to pleasure as she allowed the hot tight feeling took over. As he began to move she moaned softly and ran her hands into his hair.

It felt different from every other way she had touched herself. She felt him sliding against something deep inside of her that made her clit tingle from the inside out. She whimpered as her nipples puckered even harder as the feeling of doing this seemingly illicit thing for the first time.

“It feels so much better than I thought it would,” she said softly as her hands moved down to his shoulders, “Mmmm, don’t stop…” she sighed.
 
Conner watched the range of sensations and emotion as they washed through Rose. When she eased into him, running her hands through his hair and moaning, he knew she was in a good place.

He was, too. Her trust in him was a powerful thing, driving him to want to please her and protect her.

“It feels so much better than I thought it would,” she said softly as her hands moved down to his shoulders, “Mmmm, don’t stop…” she sighed.

Conner agreed wholeheartedly on both counts. Rose was as tight as he'd expected for a petite virgin, but her state of arousal made it easy to find a comfortable rhythm. He subtly shifted his angle and pace, letting her experience the differences, reading her response to each to find what best suited her.

"You have no idea how long I've dreamt of this," he said between kisses. "I never thought it would be more than just that, though."

He reached up between them and gently pinched a very hard nipple. In response to her moans, he began thrusting harder and faster.

As his pace increased, he whispered in a ragged breath, "I'm going to cum inside you, my Rose."
 
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