| Straight: Celebrity: Seeing John 4: Island of Desiree 3 (1/8) |
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I heard the watch on John’s wrist beep, and groaned softly, turning to look at him. I sleepily smiled at him. He was still out cold. I lightly touched his hair and clicked the watch off. I went to the front room and started the stove. I heated water and made instant coffee that I brought with me in my pack. Then I crushed the bananas and fried them. It wasn’t much but it could hold him over till the fish came. I crawled back in bed and the next thing I knew I was pulled asunder and looking up at him. Sleep was still in his eyes but he was growing more alert by the second. “Thought I was sleepin’, huh?” “You were.” He stole a kiss quickly and tried to rise. “Well, I’d better get goin’…” I grabbed his shoulders. “Oh, no, you don’t!” “Honey, I gotta go,” he smiled down at me apologetically, his hips grinding into mine. “I’ll make it up to you later.” “Well, that’s great, but I’ve got to get some sunscreen on you first,” I traced a line from the small cleft in his chin straight down his neck to the cleft between his pecks. “Then you can go play with the fish.” He rolled his eyes at me, and turned onto his stomach. I smiled and left the bed to get lotion. When I returned, I asked, “Are you guys fishing on this side of the island?” “We’re going to two spots, see how it goes.” He rested his head on his folded arms as I rubbed the sunscreen on his back, massaging his muscles. “Mmmm. Trying to put me back to sleep, here?” “No, sire, wouldn’t dream of it.” I worked his lower back. “Watch it there, now!” His laugh was sensual. “You know that’s a spot for me.” “Sorry, I forgot.” “Uh-huh,” he chuckled. “Keep playin’ around.” I massaged his legs and he moaned with pleasure. “Kinda tight.” “Yeah…Pix, come on!” He laughed out loud as I massaged his inner thighs. “I am trying to make sure you don’t burn,” I said as innocently as I could. “You’re trying to make sure,” he said, turning over and sitting up, “that I do, but not by the sun.” His look was absolutely teasing, so I gasped dramatically. “I am not!” He raised a brow at me, smirking, and then kissed my nose. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.” I smiled at him and straddled his thighs. I squeezed some more lotion on my hands and then worked on his chest. “You’re really pushing it.” He watched my hands change from massaging to caressing to massaging again. When I started on his legs, particularly his inner thighs, he said, “You really are, you know that, right?” “I’m just doing my duty…sire.” I gave him my best come hither tease look. “Well, I’ll have a whole lot more—duties—for you when I get back,” His eyes held sensual promise. His smile told me I’d love every minute of it and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. He pulled on his shorts, and noticed something in the cargo pocket. “What…” “Just in case,” I whispered. “Short range radio.” He laughed. “Anything else |
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