The Secret Island
CHAPTER 38: In Our Bed

Celine was losing her mind. Still heaving heavily from the recent lovemaking, she couldn't help but caress his bare skin, exploring the contour of his body. Martin was lean and muscular, and she loved his body. Her naughty hand traveled from his biceps to his chest to her hard six packs abs. She savored the moment. Martin had no idea she was crazy about him. He knew she loved him after her multiple confessions. But he didn't know she was this infatuated. She was crazy about him.

"Aren't you tired?" Martin asked. His eyes were sleepy, but there was an unmistakable playful glint to them. She thought he was so sexy looking at her like that. His hair was messy and out of place, but that was because of her ruffling it in the heat of passion when he was moving inside her. Oh, my, that man, how he moved. She lost her breath, screaming as he was coming to her hard. One shouldn't trust a quiet, nerdy boy, indeed.

"After only the first round? You must be kidding." She smiled cheekily. Celine enjoyed every second of being with him, and she intended to make the most of it. She looked into his weary eyes and didn't believe that he could be this worn-out this fast. So, if he didn't up his games, she would.

"Err...you are still a college student after all...ahh."

He had a shortness of breath when her hand ventured lower.

"Celine, you...will really be the death of me...." Martin said through his gritted teeth. His eyes closed, and he clenched his jaw tightly.

She played with him, fondling what was soft to her touch until it got harder. Her hand was moving rhythmically. She was mesmerized by seeing Martin's expressions. He closed his eyes, bit his lower lips, and heaved hard. And she moved lower to taste him. He didn't see it coming when her tongue touched him...

"Ahhh!! Darling...yes...yes...ahh...." He moaned loudly. It didn't take long for him to completely change his demeanor. Her quiet and tired Martin was now an active participant.

His hand grabbed her hair and signaled her to move in the rhythm he so desperately needed. The good girl complied.

He groaned and moaned and cussed. Celine loved having this power over him. He reacted to her every touch as she playfully bit him and to the movement of her hand. She loved seeing him undone and lost in the moment like this. Nothing but pure desire.

Then she stopped and climbed on top of him, sitting on his abs, knowing the other part of him was now rock-hard.

Martin groaned in agony and cursed despicable words. She could only grin. Then his eyes turned black.

"Celine..." His voice changed. It was more primal and dangerous. She could tell he was no longer the same person.

"What?" She playfully replied without truly knowing what she was playing with.

"You...y-you are killing me, woman." He said through his gritted teeth. His eyes were pleading.

She moved impishly while maintaining eye contact. She wished to see him lose total control. She bent down to huskily whisper into his ear.

"Do it, Martin. I want you to do me. Hard."

In a flash, he lifted her above him and entered her in one quick stroke. This time, she screamed.

Two hands firmly placed on his chest to balance her position, she let him quicken the pace. She tried to be in control. But the man under her was a wild animal. His hands were all over her as she closed her eyes and felt it all. We both were lost in the moment.

"M-Martin..." She called out his name and tried to catch a breath. He was pounding into her hard as if being a man possessed.

The cabin was filled with the sounds of her moaning with pleasure. She scratched his chest, and she felt her emotions get to a new height. He groaned to the pain but kept his pace. Apparently, she played with fire, and she was burning. "...Slow d-down..." She was dazed and losing control.

He did. He slowed down his pace.

But like a wild animal, he was not to be trusted. Martin swiftly shifted her legs position. They spread wilder for him and were more exposed to his advances. Celine's eyes opened wild. And she thought she knew all there was about his lovemaking.

Martin did go slower. He withdrew and pushed himself in fully. Again and again. Torturously slow. He was driving her crazy. She screamed with each stroke. Part of her wanted him to fasten the pace once more, but part of her wanted to prolong this sweet torture.

"Celine, kiss me...." A low husky voice demanded. One of the rare requests from him.

As she was still on top of him, Celine bent down to kiss him. His eyes were still closed. He looked like a man in pain.

As our tongues met, he groaned. While his hip was still thrusting, his tongue explored the inside of her mouth. It twirled and teased the tip of her tongue. All he did was heighten her desire.

Then he quickened his pace again. She groaned. He absorbed the sound in his kiss. With this new position, she felt more exposed and felt him so much more. As she was reaching the peak of sensation, he thrust harder and faster. She broke the kiss and moaned loudly to each thrust.

Then he reached between her legs and touched her. That was when she screamed, and everything went blank. She felt him still keep his pace, and in another wave of pleasure, she reached a peak. She collapsed on top of him as he exploded and moaned out a loud guttural sound.

Although she could barely hear it, Celine heard Martin say something. It was as if the sound was coming from a distance even though her head was resting on his heaving chest.

"I want you, Celine, oh Heaven's sake...I want you so bad."