The Secret Island
Chapter 70: Completely Naked

They fell on the soft bed at the resort, and Martin proceeded to do what he promised her. Her clothes fell on the floor piece by piece....

Once she was completely naked, Celine didn't know what to do. It had been so long since he touched her like this when our bodies were this close. It had been so long that she was lost in his touches. She could only lay on the bed and observe his gaze on her body. She felt vulnerable in front of him like this. Her mind was all over the place, and she didn't feel like herself-it was not difficult to feel that when she was the only one naked in this room while Martin was still fully clothed. "Martin..." Celine reached out her hands to hold him and took off his shirt. Martin was on top of her, dominating her. But he gripped her wrist when she was trying to take off his clothes.

"W-why..." Confused and breathing hard. She barely wanted to make any conversation, but his behaviors were confusing to her.

"Tonight....... I want to make you happy. Allow me to please you...." He whispered in her ear and pleaded. Those words made her close her eyes and nod.

She felt the fabric of his shirt on her skin, and that could not drive her to the point of madness. She lost her shyness and moaned when he kissed her all over her body...

Her body's temperature was getting hotter, and she was spreading her legs wide on the soft sheet, begging for more when he put his lip on her delicate folds, kneading her sensitive nub and his tongue licking the peak of her. Celine moaned at the touch. She moaned to him, the man who was pleasuring her with his mouth. She arched her back. She was getting wet from his tongue, swirling mercilessly on her there. Martin just knew where to touch her and made her sense go wild. It was until he inserted his fingers inside of her that she screamed out his name. Over and over again. She moved to the rhythm until she screamed out once more for release.

He was beside her, holding her close, and whispered.

"How was it?" As if being a boy asking his teacher if her work was good enough, Martin pressed on the question.

Her eyes were still closed, her cheeks flushed, and she nodded. He heard him sigh of relief. Celine smiled at that. It was rare to witness male vulnerability this close. It was she who was physically naked here, but she also realized that he was the one who bared his soul.

She looked up to see his worried face. He was drenched in sweat.

"You sent me to heaven, my love." She said. Her gaze was soft. Her hand caressed his cheek. Martin smiled and kissed her. He kissed her gently and touched her as if she would break. The man in her arms did not ask for anything, although as we lay close together, she could feel his arousal fighting under his tight trousers, threatening to break free. And when she shifted her leg between his and rubbed him there invitingly, he took a sharp inhale.

"It's not fair, you know...." She said softly.

"W-What is?" Martin closed his eyes and refrained from his speech.

"It's not fair that I hadn't gotten to taste you when you did me." Martin kept his silence. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to do when she reached down and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. He didn't know what to do when she explored her hand inside and touched him, skin to skin. He really didn't know what to do when she grabbed onto him and moved her hand...

"Ahh...Celine...ahhh...ahh" It was a captivating sight for Celine to look at. A handsome helpless man, sensitive to her every move. He bit his lower lip and screamed out his dirtiest desire as she brought him to the brink of ecstasy. Then she stopped.

Martin opened his eyes. She could see his animal's carnal desire in those eyes. He was hard and ready. And she did nothing more than spread her leg and looked at all of him all over as an invitation.

Martin moved swiftly from one edge of the bed to her. She was ready for him, her legs spread and her arms outstretched. All she wanted was him. When he entered her in one smooth stroke, they both let out a guttural groan. No words were exchanged. Nothing else needs to be said. They both knew that this union had been long overdue and nothing could be more satisfactory other than each other's body. It was not a gentle mating-he pulled out almost all the way and thrust inside her with force, and that was the roughness that she screamed for more. There was an unspoken need to be filled; for us to be so close to making up for the lost years without one another. In each thrust, she could feel that he kept saying he had missed her with his body, and she answered, her hip arching up to receive him.

"Ahhh... ahhh...ahh!" Sweaty bodies, no one knew what was happening. They only follow their primal instinct.

Their rhythm got more frequent, and moans and groans filled the hot room. With the last stroke, Celine cried out as she reached yet another peak and welcomed the exhausted Martin collapsing into her arms. It was as if nothing mattered, nothing else mattered, except the hot, sweaty skin in one's embrace. Celine's vision was blurred. For she didn't know how long, she could only see white light that dominated her vision of the room and maybe reality for that matter. She always thought it was a cliché to say that time stops. But that was how she would describe it if Martin asked her again how she felt. Looking at the man, he was sleeping soundly from exhaustion. She smiled at that. Maybe she should give him a few minutes of rest before she wakes him up. The night was still young, and she intended to make the most out of this long-awaited holiday.