Lost Paradise (The Savages of the Blue Lagoon)

17. Chapter 17

Chapter 17

My earlier outburst wasn't my finest moment, but it did reveal a shift in my opinion of Eve since we first met. Gone is that innocence I thought she had. At first, I found the idea of me outsmarting the guys to win her attention amusing. But she’s just jumping from one knob to the next, and it’s just something I struggle to understand.

“Earlier….” She says, letting the word trail off, her brow furrowing slightly.

“I meant every word of it,” I reply, trying to gauge her reaction. My statement seems to frustrate her.

“Why? A few days ago, I said I found you attractive. How does that make me shallow?” She’s defensive, but there's a hint of vulnerability beneath it.

“Well, let me see, Eve.” I pause, lifting a hand to my chin in a playful gesture. “Hmmm…well, for starters, you got off with Astro and then rejected him, then you tell me you’re attracted to me,” I hesitate, searching for the right words. “Then you fuck our teacher.” She goes to say something, but I stop her. “Then the next day, you shag my roommate.”

She opens her mouth to respond once more, but I hold up a hand to stop her. “Then you…” I trail off, struggling to find the right way to phrase it.

“You know what? Forget it,” she interrupts, frustration evident in her voice.

“No, wait,” I insist, trying to keep the conversation on track. “How does that actually work?”

“I’m deeply attracted to both men,” she admits, her expression softening slightly.

“And me,” I add, feeling a surge of hope despite my reservations .

“Yes. And you,” she confirms, her gaze meeting mine.

“And Jack,” I continue, pushing a bit further.

“I’m not sure,” she admits, uncertainty flickering in her eyes.

“Astro?” I ask, unable to resist teasing her.

“Hell, no!” she exclaims, her tone dripping with disdain. “I had a moment with him, and I never plan on relapsing with that shithead.”

“Are you a nymph?” I blurt out before I can stop myself, immediately regretting the question.

“Haven’t you had enough of the insults?” she snaps, her frustration boiling over. “Maybe you should join team Astro. He must be feeling lonely on his own in asshole world .”

Despite my predicament, her retort earns a chuckle from me, and I can't help but admire her fiery spirit.

“Why are you attracted to me?” I ask, with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty.

"Well," Eve begins, her gaze softening as she considers her response. “Initially, I found your geekiness cute. The whole thick-framed glasses thing works for you because, behind them, I imagine a very attractive man. Those gorgeous blue eyes against your pale skin and dark hair—they’re striking. I’ve never seen an Asian man with blue eyes before, so I found that uniqueness to be an extra bonus.”

Without wanting to, I can feel a faint blush creeping onto my cheeks as I listen, my gaze dropping slightly.

“I’m just surprised you never realized people were staring at you,” Eve continues, her tone gentle. “I caught myself doing it a lot.

I shift uncomfortably, a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity swirling within me.

“But at first, when we met, I thought you were a little arrogant and angry, and it was kind of a turn-off,” Eve admits, her honesty cutting through the air. "Especially seeing how Emily snubbed you. I thought she knew something about you that wasn’t pleasant.”

My jaw clenches slightly at the mention of my cousin, but I remain silent, allowing Eve to continue.

“But now I know your story, and I can understand you better,” Eve continues, her voice softening with empathy. “You’re angry because you don’t get the acknowledgment you deserve. You worked hard, and while I may not be as bright as you, I can understand when the frustration of being overlooked by those who matter most. It’s a massive struggle to be accepted, but trust me, Byron, if you have to struggle to get someone to love you, sometimes it's better to look in a different direction.”

My eyes meet Eve's, with a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability shining within me.

“Love and affection shouldn’t be something hard to achieve,” Eve concludes, her words carrying weight. “Walking away from someone is the hardest, especially when all you wanted was just a piece of them.”

“And if I can’t reciprocate those feelings to you?” My voice wavering slightly, and uncertainty lacing my words.

Eve's gaze flickers with understanding as she contemplates her response. A touch of sadness etches across her features, softening the lines of her face.

“Then I’d ask you to give me a chance to prove I’m a good person,” Eve replies, her voice steady despite the vulnerability in her eyes. “I can’t convince you to be attracted to me, but I’d like the opportunity to show you I’m not the conceited person you think I am. I have feelings, Byron, and I hurt.”

Her words hang in the air, a plea for understanding and acceptance, as I absorb the weight of her sincerity.

Breaking the uncomfortable silence between us, she reaches up to touch my face with a tenderness I’m not accustomed to. Her touch feels foreign and unfamiliar, and a surge of discomfort ripples through me. Instinctively, I jerk back, my body tensing with surprise as my eyes open wide with anxiety coursing through me.

I can sense Eve's surprise at my reaction, her hand freezing mid-air before slowly retracting. Guilt washes over me as I realize I might have hurt her feelings, but I can't shake the unease that lingers within me.

I have never been hugged or experienced any form of warm affection before. My upbringing was devoid of such gestures, leaving me ill-prepared for moments like this. The idea of physical closeness is foreign, almost intimidating.

Eve's gaze softens, and I can see a flicker of understanding in her eyes. She must have realized that my reaction wasn't a rejection of her but rather a reflex born from unfamiliarity.

"I'm sorry," I mumble, my voice barely above a whisper. " I'm just not used to... that."

Her expression softens even further, and she offers me a small, reassuring smile. "It's okay, Byron," she says gently. "Take your time. There's no rush."

But what if I want it?

The question lingers in my head, echoing the tumultuous thoughts swirling within me. Deep inside, there’s an undeniable itch, a primal urge urging me to seize what Eve is offering. Here is this beautiful woman with skin as pale as freshly fallen snow, her features softened by the gentle curve of her lips, like petals kissed by the morning dew. And her hair, a cascade of bright, light blonde waves that shimmers in the sun with every movement like strands of spun gold.

She desires me. I have no doubt. Her sincerity shines through in every glance and gesture.

Yet, despite the pull, I find myself hesitating. It isn't a lack of desire but rather a reluctance to abandon myself to the moment, to surrender to the unknown without first meticulously analyzing the potential outcomes in my head.

That’s who I am.

And I hate it.

My movements are sudden yet deliberate as I lean in towards Eve, my heart pounding in my chest with nerves. With a mixture of longing and uncertainty, I close the distance between us, my lips gently meeting hers in a hesitant kiss.

Eve's initial surprise melts into a soft gasp. Her eyes flutter closed as she instinctively leans into me. She almost melts into my embrace with relief as she reciprocates my kiss, her fingers gently tangling in my hair.

It feels like a moment suspended in time. Electric tingles gush through my entire body as my hands explore her back, my one hand moving towards the naked skin of her neck, so soft and supple. I want to savor this moment; each kiss and every minute that passes is paused as I taste her luscious lips.

My breathing and heart rate move faster as my fingers excitedly comb through her silky locks, gripping a chunk full in my fist as I dare to push my tongue into her mouth.

Eve takes everything I give her as my tongue reaches the tip of hers, and I wonder how daring and far I can go with her.

I want more from her .

Drawing her closer to my body, she accepts the pull, and I take it one step further as my other hand slowly slides down her back and hesitates, not sure if this will break us or if she’ll let me.

I move my hand to cup her arse cheek and squeeze. It instantly makes my knob grow hard within seconds, and I know she can feel me.

To my horror, she giggles in my mouth, and I pull my head away.

“I liked it,” she muses. “Both where you put your hand and the feel of your cock.”

“I liked both,” she repeats, and I remain silent, a little stunned by her remark.

“Is that too slutty, for you?” She adds with a touch of self-conscious feeling in her voice.

Seeing my frown, she looks apologetically at me as her entire pale face grows dark and flushed with embarrassment.

As difficult as it is to understand why Eve is so attracted to me, I believe her feelings are sincere.

“Never,” I retort firmly. “Never say that about yourself, Eve.” I let go of her arse and reach up to cup the side of her face, my thumbs stroking her cheekbones.

“Fucking ‘ell, Eve. You’re so beautiful.”

There’s emotion in her gaze, more than I’ve ever seen before, and it strikes me speechless. I’ve never had this before, and I want to grab everything she’s willing to offer me like a greedy lover absorbing all the goodness and giving everything I have back to her to own.

Am I really going to do this?

Am I ready to splurge everything I held tight within me my whole life and embark on a journey with the most incredible woman who, until an hour ago, I insulted and then walked out on and hoped to never see again?

I’m a fucking mess, but I know if I don’t take this leap of faith and claim her, it may never come again, and I’m done being afraid of not taking chances. I’m not going to draw out an imaginary data chart in my head and analyze the pros, cons, and potential scenarios.

“I don’t want this to be just about tonight, darling,” I admit, daring myself to go further. “I want more. I want tomorrow and the days after that. I’m aware of what you have with the others. But when we get off this bloody island, I will still want you. Nothing about now is temporary. ”

Her eyes are glued to my face, and when I meet her eyes, she stares right back, maybe surprised by my newfound bravado.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“I want that. I want you too, Byron,” she says, smiling at me. Her smile grows wider, and it’s almost as if it illuminates this entire dark jungle in the middle of the night.

Adoration fills her eyes, and I want to bask in it, in this feeling of calm and carefree. I stroke my fingers through her hair as I stare wide-eyed at her. Her eyes fall closed, basking in my touch. My heart pounds wildly at the thought of her and me confirming our relationship.

I tilt her chin up, kissing each corner of her lips as I try and convey how much what she’s just committed to means to me, how much she means to me, when she leans in more, capturing my lips with hers in a slow, gentle kiss.

Sealing my mouth over hers, I kiss her slow and deep. Every move I make is tender and intimate, and she’s allowing me to lead this. I swear, the taste of her could actually become my new favorite flavor. As I feel her melt into my arms, my kisses deepen and lengthen, gradually becoming more heated.

I begin kissing her hungrily, excited about where this could lead us. She continues to allow me to control this, and I drag her into a fierce, hard rhythm. A sudden growl from nowhere unfurls in my chest, and she wraps her arms around my back and lets out a soft sexy moan that goes straight to my stiffie.

My hands dip under her shirt and slide upwards against her warm skin, and when I reach her bra, I dare it and cup her breast, beginning to explore her shape, feeling her hardened nipple, and I want more.

My fingers tremble, trying to get her bra unhooked.

She must know now ….

There’s no way out of this.

Eve abruptly pulls away from me, but her sight doesn’t leave my face. With a graceful motion, she slides off her shirt, shrugging it off her arms and letting it pool at her feet. Her movements are fluid and effortless as she removes her vest, yet there’s a vulnerability in the way she exposes herself to me.

My heart quickens at the sight, a rush of anticipation coursing through me like wildfire with what lies beneath her bra.

Then turning her back to me, she sweeps her long hair to the side, exposing her bra fastening to me. I swallow hard, my hands trembling slightly as I reach out to unhook it. My fingers fumble with the clasp in a clumsy attempt to mimic her grace. Each touch sends a jolt of electricity coursing through me, igniting a fire that threatens to consume all reason.

Finally, with a soft click, the clasp gives way. Eve's bra falls away as she pulls the straps down her arms and tosses the item on the pile of clothes she’s left on the ground, leaving her back exposed to my hungry gaze. The curve of her spine, the gentle slope of her shoulders, and every contour of her nude form is a symphony of beauty, etched into my memory with indelible ink.

I drink in the sight, my breath catching in my throat as I marvel at the vulnerability and strength that lay before me. In that moment, all doubts and hesitations melt away, replaced by a fierce longing to explore every inch of her being, to unravel the mysteries hidden beneath her skin.

“Turn around, darling,” I say, no longer using the brain in my head, but the hard arousal that twitches in my trousers now partially controls me.

My heart pounds in my chest as she turns to face me, revealing the soft curve of her breasts, her dark rosey nipples, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight that trickles through the trees. As our eyes meet, I feel a rush of heat flood through me, and at this moment, there is no past, no future, only the intoxicating allure of the present, drawing us ever closer together.

Stepping forward, I reach out and pull her toward me. Tipping her chin up with my thumb, I crash my lips on hers, pulling her lip between mine and giving it a gentle tug just as my hand slides up her naked torso and finds its home as I cup her firm breast, so soft, plump and milky.

I begin exploring her pebbled nipples, not sure whether I should pinch or roll them between my fingers, and I try out both, the latter causing her to moan in my mouth and drawing herself closer to me. So I do the same for both breasts, my knob growing harder, and I know she can feel me.

I want to explore her tits and suck them, roll my tongue over those rose petals, but I’m way too tall to do that standing, so instead, my hand dares to explore her abdomen, her sides, and her back as I trace her back, moving slowly south and below her waist. When she doesn’t object, I go further south and under her knickers to cup her juicy, supple arse in my hand .

She pushes herself against me with approval, and I can’t help but want to explore her more, so I remove my hand and bring it to her front and feel her cunt, desperate to know what she feels like. Dipping my fingers inside, I feel her move her pelvis slightly against my hand, encouraging me to move further as I explore her almost hairless pussy.

Eve sighs in my mouth as I feel her soft folds, eager to break through to her slit. As soon as I press through, I feel the warm, wet, smooth core. She’s dripping for me, and while I may not have the experience or technique, I know she’s excited and enjoying this by the constant moans and whimpers of excitement she breathes heavily into my mouth.

I abruptly pull out and hastily unbutton her jeans and zipper with a newfound boldness and determination. With more room to play with, I slide my hand once more inside, my fingers pressing through her core and finally finding that little nub of joy.

Fastening her grip on my shoulders, she pulls her face away from me and holds onto me almost as if it's for dear life.

“You like me doing this to you?” I whisper softly as I use her juices to rub gentle circles around her clit.

“Yes,” she drawls out slowly, her eyes flickering up at me as if I now control her lifeline at my fingertips.

I switch fingers and use my thumb to outline her clit as my other fingers explore her crevice, hesitating briefly before thrusting two fingers inside her.

“Oh!” she cries out into my neck, and I swear her eyes moved to the back of her head as she relinquishes control of her body to me. I quickly grip her back in my hand and hold her upwards as my other hand curls as I explore inside her warm, wet, and very aroused pussy.

Looking at her at my mercy, I want her so much. The pain in my trousers is getting harder to resist.

“More,” she whispers heavily. And I’m unsure what she means. “Deeper,” she clarifies.

When I push my fingers deeper inside her and curl them slightly, I feel her jerk as soon as I begin to pump them inside her.

“Oh god, like that,” she pants and holds onto me, shutting her eyes. I stare at her with fascination as I continue this method, and she grinds herself into my hand.

“Don’t stop doing that,” she pleads, and despite her fear that I might stop, I have no intentions of doing so.

“Oh God,” she whimpers and moans. I feel her convulse and shudder in my arms, but it’s my fingers and the sensations I feel as her pussy pulses and locks me in, holding me deep inside her as a gush of liquid flushes my hands.

“I’m sorry,” she looks at me, shocked and almost embarrassed.

“Why?” I ask innocently, looking at the beauty I hold in my arms.

“That’s never happened,” she admits, and I’m confused. “I think I pee’d on you.”

To my horror, I pull my hand out of her pants and lift it up, but I don’t smell urine.

“Has this never happened to you before?” I ask her skeptically. This might be the first time I did this, but I’m not an idiot to women’s biology.

Her face flushes innocently.

“God no,” She lets go of me and steps away, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. “I…don’t know why I did that?”

“Umm, are you sure? Not with Mr. Coldwell or Zane?”

“No,” she says sharply.

“Luv, you ejaculated, it isn’t piss,” I say, holding my hand out to her. She hesitates but comes forward to smell my hand.

“I can’t smell anything.”

“No?” I say and smirk at her. “I can. It’s not urine, but it does smell sweet. You have lovely cum.”

A slight grin cracks through her grimace.

“How many guys have you slept with before?”

She looks at me sheepishly.

“Not many,” she says as I reach out and drag her to me.

“What’s not many?” I ask curiously.

“Like, all the way?” she asks, and I nod, “Three.”

“That includes the two on the island?” I ask, trying not to act surprised.

“Uhm, yes.”

I press my lips against hers, the brief contact sending a spark of warmth coursing through me. “Lie down for me, Eve,” I whisper softly, my voice a tender caress on a tranquil night.

Taking a step back, I begin to shed my own layers, removing my shirt and then my t-shirt with deliberate movements. I lay them across the ground for her to lie down on and stand up to face her. She rakes her gaze against my bare torso with a kind of fire in her gaze no woman has ever given me.