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lay on the wet sand. One thought drove him as he knelt between her legs, spread her wide, and buried his face in the juncture of her thighs. He had to taste her pussy. Her panties were in the way. Impatient, he shoved the crotch of them aside with his thumb. The first sweet taste was heaven, and he thrust his tongue deep within her inner lips. Phoebe bucked into his mouth, panting, and making high-pitched sounds that drove him on. He rubbed her clit with the broad of his tongue, circling his head, and within moments he was rewarded with her sharp cry as her pussy contracted in orgasm.
    His balls tightened, and he reached down and pulled out his cock. He wanted nothing more than to bury deep inside her soaked pussy. Feel her grip him tight as he pumped hard and fast until he lost his soul to her. Phoebe’s fingers roamed over his chest then down his stomach. He squeezed his eyes shut as her fingertips brushed the end of his dick. Her touch seemed tentative, shy, as she lightly circled his glans.
    Jonathon caught her hand. “Will you do something for me?” he asked. “I want nothing more than to be inside of you, angel…” But I’ll lose it as soon as I push inside of that sweet tight spot of yours.
    “What do you want me to do?” she whispered hoarsely.
    In exquisite torture she opened her legs once more in invitation. Flashes of lightning from the faraway storm showed her parted mouth, arched back, and supple ready form beneath him. The perfume of her arousal filled his head, leaving him in a fog of lust that strangled his good intentions.
    God, if only she knew she’d pushed him to breaking.
    He moved her hand to his shaft, wrapping her fingers around his girth. He guided her in short up and down strokes.
    “Make me come fast,” he said through his teeth. Because otherwise he might throw common sense out the door and risk unprotected sex. He braced over her on his knees and one hand, the other covering hers while she worked him closer and closer…
    “Hold tighter… Like that… Oh, fuck yes.” He shuddered as his hot cum spilled over their hands. “You’re perfect, angel. Absolutely perfect.” He laced his fingers through hers and brought her hand to his lips, kissing her palm.
    “You really don’t know who I am, do you?”
    Phoebe’s question drifted between them, and it took several moments to make sense of it. And then it made no sense. He stared toward her face, wishing he could see her better.
    “Have we met before?” he asked. The nagging notion he did know her taunted his mind. “What’s your last name?”
    “It doesn’t matter.” She pulled her hand free of his and crawled away, out into the darkness.
    Jonathon groaned and fell onto his back, staring into the nothingness above his head. The nip of the air cooled his skin and gooseflesh broke out over his arms and legs.
    “Damn it.” He sat up, wondering over the mystery which made up Phoebe.
    He stared into the thickening black beyond the hut. Dawn was approaching. The animals had already started changing shifts as a new set of voices drowned out the few lingering calls of night birds. He felt agitated, so he rose and left the shelter.
    Off to the east side of the island, through the filter of the breaking clouds, first glimpses of sunrise kissed the sky.
    “We’ll be hard pressed to find dry wood for a fire,” Phoebe said from nearby. “Everything got drenched.”
    Jonathon wanted to say something about what had happened between them. Something clever and charming that would shake the awkwardness.
    “Come daybreak I’ll scope out the beach, see if anything useful washed ashore.” He rubbed his hand over his damp hair, knocking sand from his scalp. He was off kilter, his usual easy way with words eluded him.
    “I’m going to make a couple of lobster traps today.” Phoebe hugged her arms around herself, but the air had already started to grow warm. Muggy, it promised a sticky day ahead. “And look for sea urchins, I might find