Lost Paradise (The Savages of the Blue Lagoon)

40. Chapter 40

Chapter 40

I feel utterly wiped out as the sun begins to set behind the trees. My energy spent, I allow myself to relax in Foster's strong arms as he gently carries me. His touch is careful and tender, each step he takes ensuring my comfort as we move toward the water. The leftover light seeps through the tall trees and bathes us in its soft glow, casting long shadows that dance in this serene setting.

“I’ve got you, darling," Foster whispers, his voice soothing against the backdrop of the lagoon’s waterfall symphony. I nestle closer into his chest, feeling safe and cherished, my exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the warmth of his embrace.

Reaching the shallow end, Foster steps into the cool water, careful not to jostle me too much. The water ripples around us, the sensation refreshing against my skin. He cradles me gently, lowering me until I'm partially submerged, my head resting against his shoulder. The cool water soothes my aching muscles, pussy, and ass, and I let out a sigh of relief.

“Painful?” he raises a brow.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” I reply, although I really wish I had some Vaseline because I know I’m going to chaff badly later.

"You can rest now," he murmurs, his voice a gentle caress. "I'll wash you again."

A wave of gratitude washes over me as I wrap my arms around his neck, my tired eyes meeting his.

"Thank you for everything, Foster," I say softly, my voice carrying the weight of my emotions. "You always make me feel special and loved." My heart swells with appreciation for his unwavering care and the way he always seems to know what I need.

Foster smiles, and I see the affection in his eyes as he looks at me. His gaze is soft, filled with admiration and tenderness, as if he's memorizing every detail of my face.

"The guys love you very much, Eve. You're the heart of our group."

His words fill me with warmth, a mixture of joy and belonging spreading through me. My lips curl into a warm smile, a hint of playfulness returning despite my exhaustion. "Does that include you?"

He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement and sincerity. "You know I'm your biggest fan."

My smile widens, and I close my eyes, feeling the warmth of his words wash over me. The lagoon's gentle waters lap around us, and Foster begins to wash me, his movements tender and caring.

I feel a deep sense of peace and connection.

Feeling a surge of affection and needing to be even closer, I wiggle myself out of Foster's hold and wrap my body around his, my legs encircling his waist and my arms clinging tightly to his neck. The water moves around us, creating gentle waves that caress our skin. My face is inches from his, and I can't help but get lost in the depth of his gaze.

"I could just lose myself in your mesmerizing green eyes," I whisper, my voice full of wonder and affection.

Foster's smile deepens, his eyes shining with warmth. "And I could get lost in yours, Eve," he replies softly, his words a tender promise.

His hand reaches out to gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear, his touch sending a shiver down my spine.

"Are you cold?" he asks, his voice low and filled with concern.

I shake my head, unable to find the words. He smiles softly, his eyes never leaving mine.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment and the undeniable connection between us, I lean in, closing the small distance between our faces. My lips meet his in a gentle kiss, soft and tender at first, then deepening as we both surrender to the emotion that has been building between us. The kiss feels like a silent vow, sealing the unspoken feelings that have always been there.

I close my eyes, savoring the sensation, letting it wash over me like the tide. His lips are warm and soft, moving tenderly against mine as if we have all the time in the world.

Melting into him, my hands find their way to his shoulders, gripping lightly for support. His hands cradle my face, thumbs brushing against my cheeks in a way that makes me feel cherished and adored. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent and more passionate, and I respond likewise, my heart pounding with the intensity of it.

Foster's arms tighten around me, pulling me closer as the world around us fades away. The lagoon's gentle waters continue to lap against us, the waterfall's soothing roar creating a cocoon of privacy. In his embrace, I feel completely and utterly cherished. The bond between us solidified in this intimate, shared moment.

When we finally pull apart, our foreheads rest against each other, both of us breathing heavily. I look into his eyes, now even more captivated by the love and admiration I see reflected there.

"You're incredible," he whispers, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "And as cliché as it sounds, I've never met any woman like you before."

A teasing smirk spreads across my face. "Are you saying you've never been with any woman before?"

He chuckles, the sound warm and infectious. "Good one, Eve. There have been women, but none like you."

I raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "How many before me?"

He hesitates, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "You want, like, a number?"

I nod, playful yet serious.

"Well, uhm," he stammers, scratching the back of his head. "Enough. But none that I could say stood out for me to remember."

His honesty is endearing, and I feel a swell of affection for him. "So, I'm the unforgettable one?"

He smiles, his eyes locking onto mine with a sincerity that makes my heart skip a beat. "Absolutely. You are the one I could never forget."

The words hang between us, heavy with meaning. I unlock my arms from around his neck and cup his face in my hands, feeling the warmth of his skin under my fingers. "You're pretty unforgettable yourself," I whisper, leaning in to kiss him again.

This kiss is different—deeper, more intense. It's a kiss filled with promises and a connection that goes beyond the physical.

When we finally pull back, we're both breathless.

"I feel like I’ve known you forever," he says softly, his fingers tracing the outline of my jaw. "And yet, there’s so much more about you, I can’t wait to learn everything about you."

I wrap my arms back around his neck, pulling him closer.

"Same here," I reply, my voice filled with warmth and anticipation. "But I’m scared about my future, Foster. I don’t want to lose this. Us. Them.”

He nods his understanding, his eyes filled with a mix of excitement and tenderness. "Everyone makes their own choices and shapes their own fate; we are all the authors of our own destinies."

“But what if I can’t? What if I’m at the mercy of my parents?”

“Feeling powerless over circumstances can be overwhelming, but remember that while you can't always control external events, you do have agency in how you respond to them. Even in situations where outcomes seem uncertain or beyond your influence, you still have the ability to make choices that shape your attitudes, actions, and future paths.”

I absorb his words, and they resonate, but I’m afraid he’s never met my parents. My father has the power to control people’s destinies at the click of his fingers. He’ll ship me back to New York and build a wall around the state to keep these men out.

Right now, I need Foster more than ever. I need to feel him, connect with him inside me. I need validation without words because right now, just thinking about my parents makes me insecure and vulnerable.

There’s no way I can tell Foster this. After everything they did for me earlier, I can’t let up that I feel weak and that I have a great big emotional void concerning the people who will manage to break me and keep me away from these five men I’ve grown to love and adore.

The thought of never seeing Foster’s beautiful face again and feeling the way I do when he wraps me up like this scares me to death.

I shift my hips over him and make a breathy sound when I feel his hard cock against my clit.

“Eve, darling, you’re sore,” Foster pulls his hand down and moves his length away from me.”

“Put your big fat cock back where I can feel it, mister,” I tell him sternly.

“You need to recover, I can wait another day,” he tangles his fingers in my wet hair .

But I need you now, Foster. And I know your dick does as well.

“I can’t,” I say. “Wrapped around you like this makes me fucking horny. My tits are freaking pebbling for you. My alpha.”

His eyes meet mine, and a slow smile stretches across his face.

“Say that again.”

“The whole sentence?”

“No, just the last part.”

“My alpha.”

“Fuck, Eve,” he growls, and I use the opportunity to lift my hips and find his hard dick and position it at my entrance.

“Kiss me,” he demands, and I lean forward. When our lips meet, I drop my hips the rest of the way down, filling myself and leaving him breathless. I cry out into his mouth as soon as he grips my ass and holds tight.

Wrapping my hands around him, I shift once more to accommodate his size, and he loosens his grip on me so I can relax. I roll my hips and slowly lift my body a couple of inches.

“Foster,” I moan as I sink back down. My pussy clamps down even harder, and my hands move through his hair.

He catches one of my nipples between his lips and uses his tongue to lick delicious circles around it.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I can feel the water heating around us, or maybe it’s just me, but all I want to do is milk his dick as my walls pulsate around him. He sucks on my nipple harder, and in an instant, I throw my head back and scream up at the heavens.

“Ahhh! Foster!”

He pumps into me faster, jerking me down his shaft a few more times until he stops and squeezes me tight. He opens his eyes and draws me in, and I swear as shit, I see stars in them as he deposits his cum inside me.

In an instant he’s got his hand behind my head and drags my mouth down to his, kissing me like the world was ending. I deepen the kiss, and he wraps his arms around me, holding me to his chest as we both catch our breath.

“You asked me earlier about you being unforgettable,” he says, and I lift my head to look at him. “It’s never been like this with anyone but you. When I touch you…when I fuck you, it's something more than magical.”

I sink my teeth into my lip hard. And right here is when I know I’m totally fucked. It’s going to take a lot for my family to keep me away from him. From all of them.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoes through the sky, and we both look up to see the darkest freaking cloud looming overhead. It’s so big and dark that it must cover the entire island, and it dims the light.

“We need to get out of the water, darling.” Foster insists, withdrawing from me. I feel empty, but I know he’s right. Finding cover fast is crucial; no one wants to be caught in a lightning storm while in the water.

"Where are the guys?" I ask, my voice tinged with concern as I scan the dimming surroundings.

"Probably back at camp," Foster replies, his grip tightening around my hand as we hasten toward the edge of the lagoon.

Suddenly, the sky above us splits open with a deafening roar. Massive, charcoal-grey clouds collide and churn overhead, blotting out the sun and casting a blanket of darkness over the landscape. The air crackles with electricity, and within moments, raindrops the size of marbles pelt down relentlessly, drenching us within seconds. The wind picks up, whipping through the palm trees with an ominous howl, and waves in the lagoon swell and crash against the shore, sending sprays flying into the air.

"We need to find shelter!" Foster shouts over the rising storm, urgency coloring his voice as we scramble to seek refuge from the fierce tropical tempest that has suddenly descended upon us.

Foster effortlessly lifts me out of the water and follows close behind. The rain pelts down relentlessly, stinging my skin. I frantically search for our clothes.

"What are you looking for?" Foster's voice cuts through the chaos.

"Our clothes," I shout back.

"Leave them for now. We'll get them later. Come on, we need to find shelter!"

He grabs my hand, and we sprint along the jungle path back to camp. As we approach our hut, I see the guys already inside. The rain pounds loudly on the roof, and thunder rumbles ominously outside. It's not exactly soundproof, but I hope it will keep us safe from the raging storm.

Astro and Zane extend their hands to help me inside, followed swiftly by Foster. I look around the cramped space: Byron and Zane have towels around their waists, while Jack has one slung over his shoulder. Astro, true to form, seems quite comfortable in his nudity again.

"Where are your clothes?" I ask them.

"We left them behind," Jack explains. "Didn't want to intrude on you two getting cozy. Figured we'd retrieve them later. Took a longer route to avoid the lagoon."

“It was Astro’s idea,” Byron chuckles at the irony. “Trust a nudist, they said.”

“Hey, it was a suggestion. How the fuck did I know we’d lose our clothes.”

"I'm sure they're not lost," Foster reassures. "We'll stay here tonight and check in the morning. Worst case, we can fashion togas from towels or blankets, or we can embrace Astro's newest lifestyle."

Foster winks at me, and I can't help but laugh. Byron offers me a spot on a blanket amidst the tools, generator, and other clutter. "Firebug, go lie down there. It's cramped, but I can keep watch with one of the others," he offers.

"I'll join you," Foster offers, settling beside Byron. I take the towel I used to dry off and hand it to Foster. Instead he drags my hand down and kisses me before taking it. Turning to Byron, I share a kiss with him too.

"I'll see you both in the morning," I say, though the howling storm makes sleep seem unlikely.

"Come here, Eve," Zane gestures to the space between him and Jack. I glance at Astro, huddled nearby with his knees to his chest.

"Go on, babe. I'll take turns lying down," he assures me.

I glance around at the others, all of us unclothed and huddled together in the hut. It wasn’t too long ago that we were laughing at Astro’s carefree attitude towards nudity, urging him to put some clothes on. Now, we’ve all embraced our inner barbaric impulses, shedding the layers of societal norms that once bound us. As we sit here, surrounded by the primal fury of the storm, it feels like we’ve peeled away more than just our garments. There’s a liberating rawness in this moment—a freedom from the constraints of civilization, where nature’s power reconnects us with our primal roots.

I look to Foster, our leader, a symbol of strength and order within our little group. The guys look up to him with respect, and though he’s faced challenges, he’s managed to bring balance to our dynamics. Foster has built a caring and orderly mini-society among us despite our unconventional rituals and the relationship I share with him and the others, which might be considered taboo in conventional society. But this island is an unconventional setting, and we’ve adapted to it. I don’t want to think about the future, not right now. For the first time in my life, I’m happy—truly happy. The kind of happiness that makes your heart flutter, and your insides shine bright.

Settling onto the blanket between Zane and Jack, their warmth is comforting against the raging storm outside. My eyelids grow heavy as Zane kisses the back of my neck, and Jack plants a gentle kiss on my shoulder.

The wind howls through the trees, bending them with its force. Rain lashes against the roof in relentless drumming, occasionally punctuated by booming thunder that shakes the ground beneath us. Each flash of lightning casts fleeting shadows through the small gaps in the hut's walls, illuminating our faces in stark relief.

Despite the chaos outside, inside the hut, there's a semblance of calm. Zane's steady breathing beside me and Jack's occasional shifting bring a sense of reassurance and companionship in the face of nature's fury.

As exhaustion creeps over me, I find myself drifting into a half-sleep state.