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 Once he's on board with me, I ask him, "Can you unzip me, please?"

  I turn around so my back faces him and instantly I feel his fingers on my back. I gasp. He unzips me slowly and instinctively. I feel his fingers squirm up and down my spine, and I shiver, not because I am cold, but because of his touch.

  Suddenly, I turn around to face him and I wrap my arms around his wet hair, pulling him to kiss me, and taking us both by surprise by my actions. My fingers tangled in his hair as our tongues entwined; he snatches my hands and lifts them in the air. I am breathless.

  His lips move to my jawline and he kisses down to my neck. Licking and sucking every inch of my skin and I start to moan as he bites gently on my ear.

  His nose then runs across my neck at the same time he slips the wetsuit down to my hips; revealing my bra and stomach. At this very moment, I'm wishing I wore a more attractive brassiere than this plain white bra. He stops my deranged thoughts by trailing his nose down my throat, across my breasts, kissing and venerating me as he does, and I begin to whimper.

  "Hmm, I love your scent, Sussianna," he groans.

  I want to say the same about him; his scent is intoxicating, but I can't seem to say anything. I am out of words. Perhaps, he likes the ocean scent? After all, we were just swimming and I am covered in ocean scent along with goodness knows what else is in that ocean. Oh gosh, I smell like fish. So, whatever it is that he is smelling it's not me.

  I sound insane right now, but all of a sudden, he distracts me by moving his hand and touching me with his fingertips down to my stomach, past my belly button, until he reaches just above the wetsuit.

  He looks up into my eyes. I notice his eyes are not the same baby blue but have become a darker blue. "Do you want me to stop?" He asks and I shake my head.

  "Hmm, but I want you to answer a question."

  "Okay," I manage to say, but really it was more like a desperate plea.

 "Tell me..." He groans and I know this is difficult for him to say because I feel him hardening against me. "How do you touch yourself?"

  "Huh?"

   What? That's not what I was expecting him to ask me.

  "Don't be bashful with me."

  "What do you mean 'touch myself?'" I don't understand.

  He rolls his eyes, "Do you touch yourself, here?" He asks, his voice breathless when he moves his fingers right down there, and I gasp from his all-sudden touch. I feel the effect deep in my groin.

  For a moment I don't know what to say, and then I find the courage to speak. "I-I don't," I barely say and hardly recognize my own voice, with it being laced with desire and a need I have for him right at this very second.

  He looks at me with disbelief and clearly does not believe me. "Wait, you have never touched yourself before?"

  I shake my head.

  He steps away from me and I pout. "Mhmm... Well, come with me," he breathes as he grabs my hand and leads me down to the cabin.

  "Why are we going down here for?" I ask, a little confused about what he's planning.

   "Well, since you never come before, you need to lay down for this..." he chuckles, but it's a mix of something else... lust. "I wouldn't want you fainting on me."

  "Oh..." Holy hell.

  He shrugs. "Unless you don't want me to. I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do."

  "N-no I want you to." I can't believe I actually said that or that this is actually happening.

   I am going to give him my virginity in the middle of the ocean. I am bottled up with anticipation and feeling a little nervous. Will this hurt? Of course, it would hurt, they say that losing your virginity does hurt. At least that's what Camille told me. But I want to do this with Chris. I know this is moving fast, alright very fast. Chris was basically a stranger to me, but I feel I have known him more than anyone could. I know about his family, his mother is a drug addict, his dad was never there for him, and his sister he loves dearly because they had to raise each other. So, Chris is no longer a stranger to me. However, I think there is more to Chris than what he has already told me.

   My deliberation goes away as soon as he's standing in front of me only in his black boxers- his manhood showing through his tight underwear. Holy shit. How did he remove his wetsuit, already? I must have not noticed that he removed it when I was lost in my own thoughts.

  His hands move quickly to my wetsuit, and then slowly he drags it down. He taps my ankle, so I can lift my foot, and I oblige, repeating the same on my other foot- fully taking it off. At the present moment, I am standing before him only with my bra and panties. He's watching me with his blue eyes. "Fuck. You are so beautiful, Sussianna... I want you, but it's not what you think..."

  What? What does he mean by that? I gaze up at him. I want to ask questions, but I lose all train of thought when he starts licking my neck, slowly he begins kissing and biting into the nape of my neck, dragging it through his teeth. Surely, going to leave a mark, but right now I don't care.

  "I am going to do other stuff to you besides sex."

  "You're not going to have sex with me?" I question.

  "No... At least not yet..." He adds, then continues. "There are other things to do other than sex... Like kiss you," he purrs into my neck.

  Kiss me? He has already kissed me. I shrug at the thought, but I decide to shut my mind off, and just part my lips so he can kiss me.

  He chuckles and he shakes his head. "No, down here," he rectifies.

  Oh. I feel I have no experience when it comes to this stuff, but he must be turned on by it because he has a massive grin on his face.

  I look down and I flush. I am half-naked for goodness sake, and no one has ever seen me like this before. I don't know why, but I feel I have to cover up, so I move my hands to cover myself.

  He picks up my chin and forces me to look up at him. "Listen Sussianna, you are very beautiful and the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."

  I roll my eyes. "Yeah, right."

  "I'm being serious right now, so don't cover up, at least not for me because you have nothing to be ashamed of."

  "I am ashamed of my body, Chris... I mean look at me," I blurt out.

  "I am looking at you and you are a very beautiful woman."

  What? Is he for reals or is he just playing? And like he has read my mind he says, "I am not joking with you, I'm very serious. Okay."

  "Okay," I say and decide for once in my life not to argue with him and just let it go.

  "And I told you to stop rolling your eyes at me."

  No sooner am I preparing to challenge him on that statement, his face is buried between my breasts. Reaching behind me, he unclasps my bra, pulling the straps down my arms and throwing it behind him.

  I am about to cover my breast when he grabs my hands in his palm and pushes them to my sides. "Hey. What did I tell you about covering up in front of me?"

  "I just-" I tell him, but soon he cuts me off.

  "No, Sussianna. I said don't cover yourself in front of me. You got it. Also, don't you dare roll your eyes at me again or I'll just tease you?"

  "Tease me," I exclaim and I can't believe I just said that. What has gotten into me?

  He raises his eyebrows in shock. "Oh baby, you're going to be really fun to train."

  Train? What the hell does he mean by that?

  "Lay down on the bed," he orders and I oblige. He moves on top of me and gazes at my breast. Feeling brave, I arch my back, thrusting my chest to tease him, and he grins at me with pure pleasure on his beautiful face. "I think you are the one who is teasing me now," he whispers.

  "Maybe," I smile and shrug at the same time.

  "Mhmm," he moans and he smiles before lowering his mouth and taking one of my nipples between his lips, sucking hard. With the other hand, he moves it to my other breast and cups me.

  "Ah!" I groan and feel my nipples hardening. He kisses me bringing my moans into his mouth.

  "Mhmm, I wonder if I should make you come this way. I want to make you feel really good," he murmurs in my mouth; then goes back to my chest and flickers his tongue over each of my already tense nipples, circling and licking them.

   Oh goodness, his words alone, are already driving me crazy, along with his tongue.

  He kisses me as he lowers down to my stomach. Resting his forehead, he remains like that for a while before he takes a deep breath of my scent and starts to proceed to my panties and slowly slips his fingers through them and touches me right down there.

  "So wet for me. So responsive," he groans and I moan. I know he's not referring to me being wet from swimming, but a different kind of wet. "I want to kiss you now, down there. Will you let me?"

  I nod because I am not able to say anything. My body has taken over and my mind has completely shut down.

  He tugs down my panties and removes them off my legs, throwing them to the floor.

  "Spread your legs," he demands and I obey.

  He looks one last gaze at me before his head drifts down, slowly and inflaming. I clamp my eyes shut, tensing my whole body, as I wait for that first dash of contact.

   Then with his tongue, I feel a pinch on a sensitive spot and jerk my body upward but he grips my hips to hold me still.

  "Holy shit!" I curse out and my breathing has increased by ten times faster than it was before.

  I feel him chuckle as he continues stroking me with even strokes with his skillful tongue and I grip his hair; I must be ripping his hair out.

  "You... Taste... Exquisitely," he tells me between powerful strokes on my clitoris, and I cry out. Then his hands move to my breast; he palms me, and his finger pulls and pinches my hardened nipples.

  "Chris," I moan as his tongue resumes massaging and sucking his lips on my clit.

  I feel the pressure building in the pit of my stomach and then my legs begin to shake. Geez! What the hell is happening to me?

  "That's it, baby, come for me, Sussianna," he commands and goes back to that spot that I am so in love with right now. Sweeping his tongue straight up the center of my core, with a fast dance on my clit to finish me off, as I come undone.

  "Oh, Chris!" I shout desperately and within a few minutes I'm at my climax and I'm pulling the strands of his hair. Everything becomes a blur and I lock my eyes shut. I am lost and I feel my body has completely relaxed.

  I flop on the bed and I catch my breath. I close my eyes and try my best to calm down after my high. Wow! That was unbelievable. I never knew that it could feel this good. Now, I know why everyone talks about it and why everyone does it.

  I jump as I feel a cloth on the apex of my thigh all the way down there and I feel he begins sweeping it up and down, cleaning my wetness. I open my eyes and watch as he proceeds to clean my sensitive skin up and down. This feels like an intimate moment and also sympathetic as well. His gesture makes me smile. After he's finished cleaning me, he climbs onto the bed and lays down beside me. He gazes up at me and smiles, showing off his white teeth.

  "Are you okay?" He asks with concern in his voice.

  "Mhmm... Yes," My voice is barely audible.

  "I really anesthetize you, didn't I? He teases me and I laugh.

  "Yeah, I guess you did." I smile shyly and am a little ashamed of what we have just done.

  "Hey, what's wrong?" He asks me.

  With worried plastered on him, I say quickly before he gets the wrong idea. "Nothing. Nothing is wrong."

  I know he's about to challenge me, so I say in a rush. "D-Do you want me to return the favor?" I ask and I can't believe I offer to do something for him. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do.

  His eyes widen and he tells me with shock clear in his voice. "Huh, no. I'm fine... At least for now."

  For now? That means he wants me to do something, later. Well, of course, he wants something later because I did offer to return the favor. What an idiot I am to ask him that. What was I thinking? I'm regretting my decision, but of course, my curiosity gets the better of me and before I know it, it's my big mouth answering for me. "So you don't mind if I don't return the favor, at least for today?"

  "Yes, Susssianna. I don't mind at all. Unlike other people, I like to give pleasure to others. It's as much mine as it is yours to have an enjoyable time..." He gives me a grin. "I'm more of a giver lover than a taker."

  I give him a puzzled stare, and I ask with confusion, "What's a giver and a taker lover?"

  I know he's holding back his smile from my lack of experience. "A taker lover is someone that just takes from their other partner and won't make the effort to repay the favor. A giver lover is someone who gives their partner what they know they will love, and expects nothing in return..." His grin widens. "I like to consider myself as a giver lover."

  He sure is a giver lover, but I have to ask, "So you don't like for someone to return the favor?"

  "Oh, I like it, I actually enjoy it, but as I said before I quite enjoy giving others pleasure. It arouses me."

  "Oh... You have done this before with other women?"

  He raises his eyebrows. "Yes, I have. Truthfully, we did more, I would fuck other girls." He smiles as if he's recalling those other girls he has been with and I frown at those thoughts.

  "Like Meg?" I blurt out.

  He sighs. "Yes, Meg as well. But Sussianna you are the first girl I've brought here."

  I roll my eyes because deep down I don't know if he's telling me the truth or not.

  "I am not lying and what did I say about rolling those hazel eyes at me? Do you really want me to fuck you or just maybe I should just tease you and don't make you come?" He smirks and I gulp.

  He shifts so his muscular body is hovering above me. He holds himself with one arm while his other hand moves to my thigh. His fingertips swiftly run across my thigh and then he squeezes it, which causes me to jerk my leg. He laughs as he hooks onto the inner of my thigh and his eyes are blazing with enthusiasm.

  What is he planning to do? Then I know what he's planning when his fingertips reach up between my thighs to right down there.

   Oh goodness.

  I squirm as his fingers touch me over my sensitive area. "Hmm, wet for me already. Is it weird that this turns me on?" He breathes in my ear and runs his tongue along my earlobe.

  His words are enough to send me to the edge. Oh gosh. Can my body do it again? Do I want this again? Who am I kidding? I do want this.

  I moan and tilt my head back onto the pillow as his fingers massage over my sex. After a few minutes, he removes his fingers away and I whimper.

  "Why did you stop?" I whine.

  "Because I told you not to roll your eyes at me, so that's your punishment for rolling those eyes at me and that will also teach you not to do it again."

  "B-but that's not fair." I lift up my head and pout.

  "Life is never fair, Sussianna. Now come and get dressed," he says as he moves away from me.

  I drop my shoulders, exhaling a long, exhausted breath. That fucker, just teased me. How dare he do that to me, he's going to pay for that. I just don't know how to get him back after that. I hate that I'm inexperienced when it comes to this type of stuff. I groan and climb out of bed. I look over at Chris who is exiting the cabin and he closes the door behind him.

  I grab my bra and panties off the floor- the bra and panties feel wet still and I decide if I should put these on or not. I shrug and slip it on anyway knowing that they are wet. Then I go to the sofa and put my clothes on over my wet bra and panties.

  I look over to the wooden cabinet and I am inquisitive to know what he has in here. I place my hand on the lock and stare at it.

  "Looking for something?" Chris asks me, causing me to wince, and catching me in my tracks. He leans against the door with his arms crossed and he's fully clothed. He looks irritated. Shit, my stupid curiosity.

  "I didn't mean to be intrusive. I was being. Er... curious." Or being nosy, like you always are, my subconscious chimes in and I wish she was real, so I can slap her for invading my head.

  "So, what are you curious about?"

  "Why do you have a lock on this cabinet?" I question.

  He exhales. "You really want to know what I have in here?"

  I nod, slowly. I know I am prying into his business but I just have to know what is behind that cabinet. Just maybe this is his secret or what he's been keeping from me?

  "Alright, it's about time I show you," he says as he goes to the bedpost and grabs a small silver key.

  He looks at the key before taking hold of the lock and I hear a 'click' as he begins to unlock the cabinet. He takes a deep breath before opening it, steadily.

  Holy fucking hell!

  Hey all readers, I really hope you enjoyed this chapter because, to be honest, this was thrilling writing this. I want to thank you so much for reading, voting, and commenting.  And a special thank you to all of you who have read up to this point and the whole chapter. Thank you so much for reading. Oh, one more thing I have to ask you, what do you think Chris has in his cabinet? Let me know what you guys think because I am anxious to know what you guys are thinking. Until the next lovely readers.