Lost Paradise (The Savages of the Blue Lagoon)

18. Chapter 18

Chapter 18

I’m not sure what’s got me fluttering and swooning with excitement first. Byron’s gentlemanly gesture for making sure I don’t lie on the bare ground or the sculpted torso, and he’s suddenly unclothed.

Sure, this isn’t the first time I see him without a shirt, but when we bathed at the lagoon, I made an effort not to stare. But now that I’m about to embark on this romantic liaison with him, I’m seeing him in a light that casts a different set of emotions.

The moonlight shining brightly through the tall trees in the jungle allows my eyes to freely travel over Byron’s torso, revealing his form in stark relief against the dark night. I can’t help but appreciate the understated strength that defines him. His chest is firm and well-defined, with just a hint of muscle beneath the smooth expanse of his skin. There’s a natural symmetry to his form, each curve and contour sculpted with care and precision.

His arms, while not bulky, possess a quiet strength that speaks volumes. The muscles ripple beneath his skin as he moves, are lean and sinewy, yet with a subtle definition that hints at their underlying power.

There’s a grace to his movements, a fluidity that contradicts the strength that lies beneath. As my eyes trace the lines of his chest, a sense of admiration washes over me. Here is a man who takes pride in his body, not for the sake of vanity, but as a reflection of his dedication and commitment to his own well-being. There’s no doubt in my mind about Byron working out.

Stepping back, I sit down on the makeshift covering he’s put down, realizing I’m still partially nude, yet not feeling an ounce of discomfort. One glance up at his tented pelvis, and I know instantly that he’s aroused watching me, so I go to tug my jeans down.

“No!” he says, kneeling down and taking a firm hold of my hands to stop me. I search his face for answers.

“I’m going to unwrap you, darling,” he says quietly, and the need in his voice is evident.

He releases my hands, and I lean my back toward the ground and feel him remove my sneakers and socks. He then grabs hold of either side of my jeans, excitement flowing through me as if this is my first time.

It is with him, and I’m guessing this is his first with anyone. But I’m not just anyone to him, not after how he’s declared how much he wants to be mine, even after this adventure.

And I hold back the sadness that threatens to unleash inside me, knowing that when I leave this island, I’m aware of what my parents probably have in store for me. These men will become just a wonderful memory, a heartache, and a longing for what could have been.

I bite back these gloomy thoughts and focus on what this gorgeous, hot man is doing as he tugs the jeans together with my panties down my thighs, revealing myself to him, his eyes directly on my core, opening wide as he licks his lips.

Quickly, pulling off the last of my garments, his eyes travel over my entire body, and I open my thighs for him. He smiles warmly.

“You’re so breathtaking, Eve,” he whispers, loud enough that I hear him. “In a world full of darkness, you’re my beautiful, dazzling diamond.”

My heart flutters at his words, and I don’t know how much more I can take from this. But I don’t have to wait long before he positions himself between my legs, buries his face into my wet, throbbing sex, and proceeds to eat me out with such a ferocious, ungentlemanly manner.

The way he’s eating me is absolutely fucking filthy. Such a complete opposite to the man I’ve just witnessed. There’s a side to Byron that’s pure, raw, and untamed, and I think I’ve unlocked that monster inside him. He sucks me, licks me, and blows hot air over my entrance as if he’s done this a million times.

Yet, I know I’m his first.

I’m surprised the scream that comes out of my mouth doesn’t send any rescue teams to the island. Byron is relentless, and he doesn’t stop as another wave, an even stronger one, threatens to almost kill me as I grab hold of his shoulder and grab a chunk of his hair.

“I need you to fuck me,” I manage to say, panting hard and needing his cock to fill me. “Get up, Byron, let me undress you, let me taste you.”

He looks up at me as I release his hair, his entire face covered in my juices.

“Please? I want to undress you.”

There’s a slight hesitation, but he quickly pulls away from me and sits back in between my legs. I get on my knees and begin to remove his boots and socks. He watches me with interest, and when I crawl up his body, I get close enough to steal a quick kiss from him.

As I pull away, he smiles. It’s a gorgeous smile that immediately warms my heart.

My eyes travel down his impressive torso and land on his waistband. I proceed to unfasten his belt and then pants. He lifts his ass, assisting me to slide his pants down his legs, and I pull them off, focusing on his tight boxer briefs. His arousal is evident, and as I grab hold of either side, I lean closer, glance up at him, and tug his shorts down.

Out pops a perfect peen.

I’m not joking here. Byron’s got a long and very thick cock. It looks as if God took extra time to craft it. It has a mushroom-shaped head and even girth from head to shaft with a slight upward curve.

“What?” He asks curiously as I stare at his dick.

“I’ve never seen a more perfect cock in my life,” I say truthfully.

That seems to excite him more, so I lean down to kiss it. Then, touch it admiringly, and he twitches as if happy to meet me. I giggle at how he moves it, and when I look up, he’s got this amused grin on his face.

I continue to slide my hand around his smooth velvety cock, and when the tip of his shaft beads with pre-cum I stick my tongue out and lick it, causing him to groan deep. Taking advantage of this, I drag my tongue down his entire shaft and then up again, kissing the tip and inserting it partially in my mouth as I swirl my tongue around him.

Feeling wild and bold, I pull the rest of his pants down his thighs, tug them off him, and reach up and cup his balls, lightly tugging and massaging them while I do my best to swallow his entire shaft.

Feeling his body tighten, he grabs a chunk of my hair and lifts it upwards to watch me give him head in a way I’m sure he’s never had before. The feeling of his thick veins on my tongue urges me on, and I move faster, sucking hard as I pull back and then bob my head down, repeating this a few times until he grunts and pulls my hair to lift my head off him.

“No,” he says firmly, sitting himself up. “Not like this.”

Understanding his request, I reposition myself and lie down on my back. He opens my legs and settles himself between them. Hovering over me, he leans down to kiss me softly.

Feeling his hard cock position at my entrance, I open my legs wider to allow him better access, except he’s fumbling and not getting it right. He lets go of my lips as he struggles to direct his cock inside me and fails. The strain is evident all over his face.

“Hey,” I say, catching his attention and smiling reassuringly. “I have an idea. Can I try it?”

He stops and allows me to take over.

“Switch positions with me.”

He nods quietly and lifts off as I slide up, and he goes under. I grab hold of his cock, still hard and desperate for a release. Without breaking any eye contact, I slide my body down his peen, my muscles stretching to accommodate him.

Taking him deep, I begin to ride him with slow, gradual thrusts. His hands explore my body, and I watch his gaze as he holds my breasts with both his hands. I lean down to kiss his lips and feed him one of my breasts.

He takes it in earnest, tracing his tongue in slow circular motions over my super sensitive nipple. He does the same with the other one, and when he feels bold enough, he nibbles a little on it, and it’s enough to rip a groan from me.

I clench my core muscles, squeezing him so tight. He begins to thrust his pelvis into me. I take cue of his rhythm and begin to raise my hips up and down, countering his movements as I alternated with rotating grinding, getting my clit involved.

Riding his cock harder, my lips part as my head tips back as far as it can, and I feel myself hurtling into the deep black sky on an orgasm that has me panting and screaming.

“Shite,” Byron growls. “I can’t hold back. I need to come.”

“Then come,” I command breathlessly, rolling my hips to take him as deep as possible .

He thrusts hard a couple more times, and I feel every inch of him inside me. He clenches his hands on my hips as he takes full control. Lifting me up, he slams me back down once more and roars out his release a few minutes later, and I feel his hot cum shooting inside me.

He drags out his motions to extend the pleasure. We both gaze at each other incessantly, and I smile at him happily and dumbly.

When I know he has no more to give, I release him, and he drags me back down, straight into his arms, and kisses me. His lips are all over my face, squeezing me tight into his embrace; I relish everything he’s offering.

I can feel his cum drip down the inside of my upper thigh, but I don’t care; right now, I need this suffocating attention from him.

Byron isn’t a small man by any means, and as I relax into his body, I feel tiny and delicate against him. And the way he’s raining kisses on me, he makes me feel special, and I fucking love it.

My eyelids flutter up at him, and we stare at each other momentarily. He tilts his head downwards to meet my lips again. He pours his heart into each kiss as if each one is a promise to me, a little bit of magic, driving me further into oblivion.

“I want you so badly,” I whisper softly into his mouth.

He releases my lips and positions himself so I feel his arousal on my leg.

“Another round, then?” I ask, amazed at his stamina.

“Your wish is my command,” he says, and I believe I’ve awakened more than just a monster within him.

And judging by the way he repositions me beneath him, I swing my legs open to accommodate him. I may have roused a demon with the way he’s currently moving over me with such newfound confidence.

A playful and exciting smirk graces my mouth as the mischievous glint in my eyes meets his as his hard length pushes against my pelvis, eager to find its home inside me.

As I quietly stir from the depths of my slumber, I relish the warmth of Byron's arm wrapped around me, the steady rhythm of his breathing, a comforting presence in the stillness of the jungle. With my eyes still closed, I allow myself to bask in the tranquility of the moment, savoring the intimacy we had shared just hours before. I nuzzle my body further into his embrace, happy and sated.

Out of nowhere, a sudden sense of unease washes over me, a prickling sensation at the back of my neck that sends a shiver down my spine. Instinctively, I remain still, straining my ears for any sign of danger. And then, I hear it—a faint rustling, the telltale sign of someone—or something—watching us from the shadows.

A speckle of fear courses through me. I slowly open my eyes, my gaze meeting the piercing stares of two figures looming over us. My heart plummets straight into my stomach. They’re unlike anything I had ever seen before, their figures towering and imposing against the backdrop of the jungle.