Micah's Island (7 page)

I’ve never believed in love at first
sight. In fact, it always seemed like lunacy to me. Yet, in less than three
days, this man had me wrapped around his little finger.

I knew why.  He was an innocent with a
man’s body. The world had not turned him cynical, hard, and heartless. How
could I
not
fall in love with him, splashing there in the pool with a
bright smile and lively, wide eyes?

He watched me watching him with
interest.  I could see the wheels turning. I knew his thoughts. I’d come to
mean a great deal to him in those three days too. The intimacy of the night
before had simply reinforced our connection.

If I was his science experiment, he was also
mine. Where would I ever find a man of his age who knew nothing about sex?

My staring at him must have disturbed
him. He got out of the pool and crouched down beside me, dripping wet.  The
look on his face was questioning, expectant.

I put a hand on his cheek and smiled at
him.  My heart did a flip when he smiled back and put his hand on top of mine.

The little goofball had an ulterior
motive though, as I soon found out when he removed my hand from his face and placed
it between his legs, directly on his seriously rigid cock. The smile faded, his
brow drew up in furrows, and he pushed my hand forcefully against his hardness.

I sighed and smiled.  My fault.  I’d
gotten this started.  I knew it wouldn’t be very long before he wanted more.  I
really couldn’t blame him.

I took him by the hand, led him down
into the sand, and emptied his balls for him again.

~***~

We spent the rest of the day gathering
food, or fruit, to be more specific. With a rough burlap sack slung over his
shoulder, Micah held my hand and walked me all over the island. We found
bananas, mangoes, a few types of fruit that I’d never seen in my life and had
no name for, and surprisingly, a couple of pineapples.

He was a master at getting coconuts. 
He’d shinny up a tree by wrapping his hands around and digging his toes into
the trunk, just like a monkey. At the top, he climbed over the cluster of
coconuts hanging there, throwing them down one or two at a time. 

I stayed well out of the way while he
was doing this, not wanting a falling coconut to cave my head in.  I shaded my
eyes with my hand as I watched him work. He was amazing.

He’d thrown down quite a few by the time
he climbed back down—way more than we could carry back with the other things
that were in his burlap sack.

I took off the sarong, spread it down on
the sand, and loaded several coconuts onto it.  I slung the whole thing over my
shoulder like Santa and his bag of toys.

He watched me do it, then nodded in
approval.  Off we went back home.

~***~

“What about fish?” I asked him later, as
the sun was starting to set.  It was almost supper time.  If I had to eat one
more piece of fruit, I was going to lose it.

Micah stared at me blankly. 

“There must be some way to catch them. 
If you can climb a coconut tree, you can certainly catch fish.  Can’t you? 
Catch fish?”

He continued to stare.  I put my outer
wrists against my cheeks, pushed out my lips, and wiggled my fingers in what must
have looked like a ridiculous imitation of a fish.  I don’t think he got it,
but at least I made him laugh.

“Come on. I’ll show you what I mean.” I
took
him
by the hand this time and dragged him down to the ocean.

It took some time, but I finally found a
dead, dried, smelly fish lying on the beach.

“Fish,” I said, pointing at it.  “That’s
a fish.”

“Fee,” he said, nodding his head.

“Can we catch one? To eat?” I pretended
to pick the fish up, and eat it.  He looked startled, so I pointed out at the ocean
and pretended to eat.

I was starting to love the looks he got
on his face when he finally understood what I was asking.

He left me standing there as he ran back
up to the decks.  He came back five minutes later with...of all things...a net!

Micah waded out into the ocean and cast
it, expertly drawing it in as he walked backward toward the shore.

Picking the bundled rope net up out of
the surf, he turned and deposited a net full of fish of various colors and
sizes at my feet!

“Yes!  That’s it!” I said with
enthusiasm, gripping his arm. 

He opened the net and tossed a few of
the smaller fish and some other creatures back into the ocean.  He picked three
of four of the largest fish out, threw them onto the sand, and peered at me for
validation that this is what I’d meant. 

“Fish. Yes! Those are fish!”

He picked them up, dispatched them
quickly, then smiled at me. We were having fish for supper tonight.

~***~

It’s a good thing I like sushi.

Micah knew very well how to filet a fish.
I shook my head as I watched, wondering where he’d learned to do it.

He certainly was an enigma, my Micah. I would
have to be content that there were some things I would never know about him,
but he still left me scratching my head sometimes. 

The fish was raw, but delicious. I
thought the addition of a little protein to both of our diets would be good for
us.   I wondered if we could somehow roast the fish next time.

“Micah, do you know how to build a
fire?”  I asked, turning around on the deck to look at him. “Do you have
anything out there we could use to build a fire?”

He was out in his junkyard sorting
through some things. He picked his head up and gazed back.

“Fire?  Do you know how to make a fire?
If we could cook the fish next time, it...”

The horrified look he got on his face
stopped me in mid-sentence; in fact, it made me instantly wish I could take the
statement back.  He ran across the sand, snaked an arm around my waist, and
clamped a hand over my mouth.

His eyes, wide with fear, darted all
over my face; he wasn’t in any hurry to remove his hand.  He didn’t want me to
say the word again.

Fire.
Something about fire terrified him. 

I put my hand on his chest and tried to
reassure him.  He relaxed, took his hand away, and drew me into a gentle
embrace. I hugged him back; he was shaking. Without meaning to, I’d hit on a
serious nerve.  Something from his past?  I’d have bet money on it. 

“I won’t say it again. I promise,” I
said against his shoulder, a little shaken myself.

I love him.

 There. I said it.

I wanted to stay here with him forever. 
I was willing to give up pizza, roasted fish, rib-eyes, and designer shoes and
purses.  I didn’t ever want to go back to cruelty, greed, violence, and lack of
compassion. Everything Micah did made my heart happy.

I couldn’t believe I felt like that
already.  I’d been here...what?...six days? This was
so
not me. I
never
give my heart away that fast.

I was pretty sure he felt the same way
about me, though he didn’t know exactly what he was feeling.  I could tell when
I looked in his eyes that I
meant
something to him, and it wasn’t just
because we’d made a sexual connection.

I hadn’t taken him all the way yet.  I didn’t
know why I was holding back.  He was just so...innocent. Maybe I wanted to keep
him that way for a while? It’s such a rare thing...innocence.

Yet I knew it would be the greatest gift
I could ever give him.  The gift of me, my body, my soul. Everything, no holds
barred.  I wanted to bind the two of us together with that most intimate and
sacred of acts. It wasn’t just lust now; it had turned into love and trust. On
my part, anyway.

I resolved to do it that night.

~***~

We had a very nice supper of fish and
pineapple before we took ourselves off to the pool for a drink and a splash. 
He towed me around the water by my ankles for a while, then I wrapped my legs
around his waist and just held him.

I couldn’t seem to stop touching him. It
was that magical time in all new relationships, that moment when you know
you’ve found
the one.
 That whole thing with Calvin and Dolph had been
horrible, brutal, but it’d led me here, to this island and this man.  I was
finally right where I belonged.  I wouldn’t have changed a thing.

My face must have reflected how happy I
was. A slight smile curved that generous mouth, and his eyes grew bright and
devilish. He slipped a finger between my labia under the water, searching for
my clit, but I stopped him with an equally devilish grin.

“Not tonight, lover boy.  I have a
better surprise for you.”

~***~

Micah sat on the deck watching me comb
my hair in front of the broken mirror with the broken comb. 

It was tough getting the comb through
the knots, but I wanted to look nice for him. He was trying to be tolerant
about it but, more than once, I saw him cast a baleful eye in my direction. He
finally got to his feet and paced around the deck.  I tried not to let him see
me laughing.

I wanted to take my time.  I wanted
tonight to be special.  How often does a woman get to initiate a 30-something
year old man into the delights of sex? This was one for the record books, and I
wanted to remember every second of it.

I finished with my hair and climbed back
up on the deck.  He came to me with such a look of relief that I
did
laugh.  Mr. Micah had quickly gotten used to his nightly oral loving. I’d made
him wait tonight, and he was not being very patient about it.

He went to our spot, sat down, and laid
back, his legs slightly open as he drew me in.  He had a raging hard-on
already.  I’d have to be careful I didn’t take it too far. I wanted that
luscious hard cock inside me tonight. 

I got down on my knees in front of him
like I always did and sucked him into my mouth.  He gasped and sighed, jerked
and went still, his hands on top of my head. I glanced up and looked at him. He
was leaning his head back against the post, his eyes closed, mouth slightly
open in ecstasy.

I ran my tongue over and around him as I
cupped his balls, listening to his ragged breathing, delighting in making him
twitch by using just a little tooth here and there.

I finally pulled my mouth away from him
and quickly rose to straddle him. He opened his eyes and looked up, questioning
me with his eyes.

Gripping his cock, still wet from my
mouth, I guided him to the entrance of my wet pussy.  I just slipped the head
in and settled around it, hesitating for just a second before I dropped down
over the length of him roughly, with just the barest hint of ferocity.

Ohgodohgodohgod
. He split me wide, and it was fucking,
torturously
delicious
. I couldn’t breathe for a moment. He was so big,
so thick I could feel him in the base of my throat. I struggled to get a grip.
I didn’t want to come yet, but I could barely stand the sensory overload of his
hard cock inside me. It was everything I knew it would be.

He bucked under me, his hips coming so
far off the deck I had to put my hand on the post over his head so he didn’t
throw me off.  The noises he was making were
amazing
, so hot I almost
fingered my own clit to get the O just waiting to ripple through me.

He put his hands on my hips and clutched
me with tense fingers.  He was still straining and gurgling, looking up at me
with wide eyes, disbelieving but wanting more.

“Hold on, baby,” I said softly. “This is
the good part.”

I started to move, up and down ever so
slowly, the way I moved my mouth on him. I wish I could describe his face.  His
mouth opened and closed like the fish we’d caught. His eyes were large and
incredulous, and then he would grimace and lift his hips under me, as though he
were trying to push every last millimeter of his cock into my pussy. Then he
would relax and stare up at me with those beautiful eyes as I worked him over
some more.

I was content to ride him, but he had
other ideas. I think instinct just took over for him. He pushed me off, threw
me over onto my back, and quickly rolled over on top of me.

Lowering his hips between my open legs,
he grabbed his cock and guided it back into me. My ass and inner thighs were
soaked.  I don’t think I’ve ever been that wet.

He held himself suspended above me on
taut arms, his hands on either side of my shoulders.  He moved slowly at first,
but I got very loud, and I think that spurred him on.

“GOD, Micah!  Fuck me! Fuck me
hard
!”
I screamed, digging my fingers into his biceps and wrapping my legs around his
hips. He didn’t understand the words, but he certainly got the gist of what I
wanted.  He obliged me beautifully, driving into me solid and fast, bruising my
pussy with his jack-hammer thrusts.

I arched my back and clenched my teeth
as an orgasm gripped me. He had the rhythm. He knew exactly what to do.  I just
lay back and let him go.  I shivered and cried out through several more orgasms
before he got his own.