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He leaned down, his mouth at her lips, and
paused. His hand traced back down her torso, his fingertips doing
the light dance over her skin. His lips brushed hers. She felt his
breath on her face. He smelled like the earth after a rain—earthy,
clean and purely masculine. He traced her lips with the tip of his
tongue in the same way his fingertips were tracing over her
breasts, circling her nipples. She opened her mouth and their
tongues met. She reached up, grabbing the back of his head and
pulling him into a deep kiss. His hand cupped her breast, kneading
and massaging.

“Oh, God, Nik. Oh, God,” she said, breaking
their kiss. She was already breathing hard. He had a mysterious
command over her body, knowing just what to do. She responded in
ways she only half understood, as if constantly discovering new
sides of herself. He seemed to possess some key that opened her up
in a way that was exotic and dangerous. It made her bold, giving up
any pretense of self-control or propriety. She felt she could do
anything with him and it would be okay. They were in their own
little cocoon of a world, where they placed no limits on each
other.

“Nik. Nik, I want you in my mouth. I want to
feel you in my mouth. I want to suck you.”

While still sliding his fingertips over her,
Nik sat up so he was on his knees, next to her head. She turned her
head to him. He held his erection at the base. She opened her
mouth, looking up at him. He guided his cock into her mouth as his
other hand palmed her crotch. She reached up and held his dick at
the base and slowly stroked him as she sucked.

She’d imagined doing this in many fevered
dreams. It was so wonderfully personal, like she was sucking at the
very essence of him, his life force. She loved the power and
strength of him in her mouth, hard but vulnerable at the same time.
Both powerful and delicate. She could feel his pulse though her
hands and in her mouth. She pulled him in deeper, as far as she
could. He let out a long, low groan as his fingers rubbed the
outside of her vagina. He seemed to expand further, pushing out
against the inside of her mouth, growing more solid in her hands.
His finger slipped inside her. She let out a whimper as his palm
rubbed against her clit.

Nik turned and lifted himself over her,
straddling her backwards. He pushed her legs wide apart with his
elbows and gently pulled her open with his fingertips. When his
mouth touched her she let out a long moan of pleasure. Feeling him
hard and firm in her mouth while his tongue slipped inside her
caused her to arch back, sliding her arms around his lower back,
pulling him in tight.

They formed a perfect union, as if synergized
into a single organism. She lifted her legs and wrapped them
tightly around the back of his neck. He thrust his hips gently,
pushing and pulling himself in and out of her mouth as he rolled
his tongue over her clit. Moving his hand under her, he slipped his
finger back inside her, rolling it in circles against her inner
walls. She pushed her groin up, increasing the pressure. He locked
his arms around her hips and squeezed her tighter as he licked and
sucked her. The boat rocked forward and back to their movements,
adding to their momentum. She could hear water slapping the side of
the boat.

He stopped thrusting. She clasped the base of
his dick, feeling it beginning to spasm. His body jerked, as if
shocked. He groaned loudly, the sound vibrating between her legs.
The first eruption filled her mouth in hot bursts. The feeling put
her over the edge. Her hips spasmed, then her whole body jerked as
a powerful orgasm rolled through her. He continued to release in
her mouth in powerful bursts. Her orgasm rolled on and on,
shimmering and vibrating throughout her body. Their energy combined
into one, long release of pleasure.

Before they could even catch their breath, he
disengaged and turned around. He moved up her body, kissing her
stomach and breasts. He kissed her neck, licking her behind the
earlobe. He breathed in her ear in hot breaths, and then bit her
earlobe as he pulled her legs up around his waist and entered her.
Supporting himself on his arms, he stared down into her eyes as he
pushed himself deep inside her. He held himself there, filling her.
She was amazed at his capacity as a lover. He’d orgasmed only
moments before. She ran her hands over his chest and abdomen, then
behind him to the large, hard muscles in his back and shoulders.
She loved the feel of his raw physical power, weighted on her.

They made love for a long time, unhurried,
luxuriating in it, kissing and looking into each other’s eyes. The
boat tipped and rocked with their easy rhythm. Their momentum built
slowly, almost imperceptibly, until their pleasure nearly peaked.
He could sense exactly how close to orgasm she was. Just as she was
about to go over the edge, he’d back off, denying her.

He kept her at this precipice of pleasure for
so long it became nearly painful. He backed off again, then once
more brought her to the brink. As he pushed her to the edge again,
she clawed at his back, whimpering, the pleasure saturating her so
completely she felt utterly helpless. He seemed to have complete
control of her, and all she could do was give over. As he slowly
pushed into her, his pelvis grazed against her clit with just the
right amount of pressure. Just as she felt her orgasm catch hold,
he pulled out, leaving her pushing her hips up, desperately wanting
more.

“Turn over.”

She turned, completely at his command. Her
body was so excited it was like a live wire that might explode at
any second. He slid a pillow under her hips. She felt the weight of
him on her back as he slid back into her from behind, allowing his
weight to push her firmly down against the pillow. A white hot
pleasure took over her whole body. She felt like he’d just pushed
her into some other dimension of physical sensation. His lips were
at her ear.

“Cum for me,” he said in her ear, then pushed
the hair away from the back of her neck and gently bit her neck as
he pushed deep into her, pressing down with his full weight,
pinning her.

She climaxed. Her head was turned to the
side, looking out the small window. The water level had gone over
the window so she was looking at the colorful, brightly lit fish
moving in big, fanning groups, like whooshes of richly colored fall
leaves. She couldn’t move. If he hadn’t been on top of her, she
would have flown off the bed. He could feel her whole body vibrate
beneath him as her orgasm held her in its grip. She let out a long,
orgasmic cry. It felt to her like some giant gong had been hit
somewhere in the ocean depths, and its deep vibrations were now
centered inside her. He was still nibbling at the back of her neck,
mixing a drop of exotic pain to the climatic pleasure. As he slowly
let go of her neck, the orgasm began to drift off, slowly slipping
away.

~ ~ ~

They slept on the beach. He brought out
blankets and pillows and laid them out. She had no idea what time
it was, but she knew it was late. Or early. They lay their naked
bodies down together, totally spent. She snuggled into the crook of
his arm and rested her hand on his chest, watching it drift up and
down. The island birds and animals were quiet in consideration of
their special guests. The air was warm and fragrant, as if infused
with a magical sleep potion. They fell instantly into a deep, heavy
sleep.

She didn’t know how long they slept, but knew
it couldn’t have been long. When she opened her eyes, the first
light of morning was streaking across the ocean. She looked at him
and found he was already awake, staring at the water. He gave her a
light kiss. They lay quietly, the morning sun warming their bodies.
Eventually they got up and went into the water, allowing to it
revive them like a natural elixir as they stretched out their stiff
bodies.

They sailed back in a happy daze. After tying
up at the dock, they went inside to find most of the others already
up, grabbing breakfast, drifting in and out of the house. Red stood
in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee, her flaming hair a wild
mess.

“Hey, sunshine,” she said to Terra. “Want
some breakfast?”

“No, thank you. Just coffee.” She found a mug
and poured herself a cup.

“Well, you better eat something. Big day
ahead of you.”

After a shower and a change of clothes, Terra
met Nik out on the deck. “You sure you want to do this?” he asked
her. “Yes,” she said. “I want to help. Put me to work. Please. I
want to be a part of what you’re doing. ”

Carmine joined them. “’Sup, man?”

“Hey, Carmine, can you use Terra today to
help you?”

“Of course. Come on. I think I got a tool
belt that’ll fit you. We’re building wall frames today.”

“Okay, great.” Terra said, a bit nervous. She
hadn’t really expected to be building anything, just helping out
however she could. But Carmine would have none of that. He was a
master builder, and very patient in explaining things to her. They
spent the afternoon setting and hanging dry wall. It was hard work,
and by the end of the day she was exhausted. But it was satisfying.
She ran her hands over the smooth walls, taking satisfaction in
having helped create something so tangible.

“Good work, T. You got a knack for it. See
you tomorrow,” Carmine said. The next day she helped pour concrete
flooring. Terra noticed quickly that there was no deference to her
as a girl. Nobody treated her like the weaker sex. Everyone was
expected to pull their weight. It was both taxing and liberating.
Terra remembered her father always made it seem like she was
capable of nothing more than holding a flashlight. Here, the guys
didn’t think twice about asking her to grab the wheel barrel and
haul over two more bags of concrete mix.

When she took a shower after working all day,
muscles she didn’t know she had ached. She discovered for the first
time the satisfaction that could come from physical labor. Looking
at her naked body in the mirror, she could see she had gotten
leaner and stronger. She developed a deep tan from working outside.
Come ‘fire time’, she ate ravenously, and began eating a big
breakfast every morning. Every day, her body felt more
powerful.

For the next few weeks, they fell into a
rhythm. Every day, Terra would help Carmine with the construction
of the buildings, and at night, after fire time and dinner, she and
Nik would go to the island. Nik would anchor the boat and dive off,
turning on the underwater lights. Sometimes they’d dive, and
sometimes they’d go straight to the hull of the boat, eager to get
at each other. Usually they’d start with hurried, fevered sex, as
if the long wait since the night before had caused their bodies to
starve. They’d go at each other with a hunger that grew stronger
every night. Afterward, they’d lie together on their backs, or look
out the boat window at the brightly lit water and colorful
fish.

After resting, they’d have sex again. Every
night, they’d try something different. Their total comfort and
openness with each other brought out their adventurous sides. Terra
wanted to know every possible way to excite him. Feeling free and
more emboldened each night, she was shameless in her quest to learn
everything possible about how to please him. She felt he had an
unfair advantage in that he seemed to have an inexhaustible sexual
knowledge. She was determined to even the score.

He proved both an expert teacher and a
willing subject. As the weeks passed, they explored deeper and
deeper pleasures, beyond what Terra knew was possible. She felt
enormously empowered as she learned to do to him what he’d many
times done to her—bring him just to the brink of orgasm, then not
let him cum. At these times, she felt drunk on the power she had
over him as she kept him on the edge, in complete control of him as
he would writhe and beg her to finish him off. In his delirious
state, she’d tease him relentlessly, describing in detail what she
was going to do to make him cum. She learned how to stretch his
pleasure further and further, and the more she could excite him,
the more excited it made her. In the end, they were always
exhaustively satiated.

In the middle of the night, after their
bodies were too tired to go further, they’d sleep on the beach on
thick blankets, under the warm duvet.

One night, they got to the island late. They
were both extra tried from a long day of work in the hot sun.
Instead of going into the hull of the boat, Nik suggested they lie
on the beach and look at the stars. They lay on their backs, naked,
looking up at the vast night sky. They talked for hours. Nik told
her about what life was like in Greece. He told her how he first
developed his love for the ocean by taking a small sailboat out by
himself to fish when he was only eleven years old, one time going
out for three days and nights. Terra talked about college, and why
she wanted to be a pediatrician.

They talked until they were nearly delirious
with the need for sleep. Terra had been amazed at how little sleep
she was getting, and how little it seemed to affect her. There were
nights they only slept a couple hours, but she’d be ready to work
the next day, full of energy, as if being with Nik gave her super
powers. Now the need for sleep was catching up with her.

“I’m so happy here,” she said, forcing her
eyes to stay open. She’d been careful not to allude to the future.
Not to make assumptions or expect that his future plans included
her. Her words hung in the air. She couldn’t see his face.
“Everybody is, it seems,” she continued, trying to cover. “Red,
Carmine, Soren. Allan told me about his life in Boston, how much he
hated it. He’s like a new man, he says. All of them. Everybody
seems so… content. Happy to be here, I mean.”

“Work and love,” he said.

“What?”