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  “Mia.” He closed his eyes as he said my name, smelling my hair as he did so. I could feel his breath against my forehead. It was ragged and laboured. He was having a hard time composing himself. Hell, I was having a hard time composing myself.

  My mind was racing. All I wanted him to do was kiss me, take me into the bedroom and pleasure me like there was no tomorrow. The other side of me wanted to struggle out of his grip and run. Run away from this man who was going to break my heart, who already had more of a grip on it than I wanted him too. It was only supposed to be a holiday fling. I kept repeating that thought over and over in my head, as if trying to convince myself that it was true.

  I looked up at him.

  “I want you Mia. I want you so much.”

  He leaned down and crushed his lips on mine. I couldn’t hold back anymore, and wrapped my arms around his neck.

  He pulled me closer still, his heart beating through his clothing against my chest. Primal emotion had taken over both of us, and tongues and hands began to explore each other’s bodies - I was unable to stop myself. I glided my fingertips over his muscled shoulders, down his back as far as I could reach and then down around his waist, tugging at his shorts.

  His tongue invaded my mouth and I groaned. He grabbed my ass and lifted me off the ground as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I had pulled his shorts down enough that his erection sprang free. In furious passion, I wanted it inside me. Filling me up again. I wanted him to fuck me.

  He was strong enough to hold me up with one arm around my hips, my legs around his waist for support. He used his other hand, to caress up under my top, his rough hands kneading my breasts, tweaking on my hardened nipples. I lifted my top above my head and threw it to the ground. My bra followed closely behind and he moaned as he kissed my neck and trailed down to take one nipple in his mouth, squeezing it between his lips and sucking on one and then the other. I threw my head back, holding onto his neck as I arched my back, thrusting my breasts closer to his hungry devouring mouth.

  My hips began to move of their own accord rubbing against his exposed erection. I could feel him through my panties, the wetness and desire begging him to enter me. Right here, right now.

  My legs were still around his waist and he moved me forward so I was leaning up against the wall of my houseboat for support. My skirt hiked up and he yanked my underwear to the side, ripping them. His finger, caressing my wetness and using that to lubricate my clit as he circled it with his thumb.

  His tongue returned to my mouth, almost thrusting into me. I wanted his cock inside me doing the same thing and wiggled my hips to try to get closer to it. I reached down, letting its hardness glide through my fingers, rubbing the tiny bit of wetness on the tip to make it slippery. As I touched him, he moaned again into my mouth, and thrust one, then two, fingers inside me, fucking me with them. I gasped, my hips bucking wildly to the timing of his hands.

  Heat rushed through me, and he continued to fuck me with his fingers and his tongue. I wanted more.

  Evidently, so did he as he took one hand away from my breast and reached around into this back pocket to bring out a condom. I was only staying in place by pressing my back on the wall of the boat, my legs around his waist, and my hands around his neck, because he wasn’t holding me at all now.

  He ripped the wrapper open with his teeth, glanced down at his cock as he rolled it down his shaft. His fingers were still slick with my juices, and he rubbed it onto the condom until it glistened with my desire.

  I whimpered and wiggled my hips again, trying to spread my legs wider, so he’d enter me.

  He placed the tip of his cock against my already throbbing sex and slowly slid into me, filling me deeply. I held my breath the entire movement, gasping at every exquisite inch of him. He stopped when he couldn’t go any further. Stopped still. I tried to move my hips but was impaled on him against the wall, unable to move.

  I pulled his mouth back to mine, moving my own tongue in his mouth, in and out, so he’d get the hint and do the same to me below. It worked. He slammed into me, fast and furiously. We both couldn’t get enough of each other.

  A continuous moan escaped my lips as he bucked into me, his cock filling me so completely, making me feel so satiated. I never wanted it to stop. I never wanted him to stop. I never wanted him to leave me again. Any thoughts of him not wanting me, or confusing me with his ex had now been shattered. I could feel how much he wanted me as he continued to push and grind his hips to mine. Every so often he would moan my name into my mouth and then return his tongue there.

  I grabbed his hair, still groaning as he thrust thrust thrust.

  His hand fluttered down and began to circle my clit at the same time. He rubbed it softly at first, and then harder.

  The warmth of climax was beginning to bubble up inside of me. Then he tweaked my hardened nub between his fingers as he continued to ride me. I came with such intensity that I fell limp as I bucked onto him. My body was still pulsing as he pushed one last deep thrust into me and climaxed himself.

  He held me up for a moment longer kissing me hard as my back pressed into the wall, and then he helped me off him, my feet finally touching the floor. I wasn’t sure I could stand at first, I was still numb with pleasure, but my legs held out.

  I turned to him, ready to say something, but he placed his finger over my lips.

  He kissed me gently. “You are so beautiful,” he said as he nibbled my bottom lip.

  He moved me gently back toward my bedroom.

  I fell backward onto the bed, expecting him to lie next to me, but instead he began to pull my skirt off so I was finally completely naked.

  “Again?” I asked.

  He smiled, winked and bent down at the edge of the bed. My feet were dangling over the edge and he pulled my knees apart and blew a gentle breeze over my ravished pussy. The heat from our lovemaking combined with the coolness of his breath sent hungry shivers through me.

  He traced a finger over me, dipping it into my wetness. He rubbed on the wall inside me, and immediately heat and desire spread through me again. Breathing was fast and ragged and he leaned closer to take my clit in his mouth, sucking on it. It was sensitive from my prior orgasm, and I tried to wiggle away, but he held my hips fast, continuing to move his finger inside me and suck on my hardened nub like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.

  Another finger inside me, and then another. His rough tongue lapped at my clit as he moved his fingers inside me pleasuring me with them. He didn’t stop devouring me, until I came. I shuddered, not sure if I could move. I’d never been able to orgasm twice before, not so close together.

  But he still wasn’t done with me. He reached and placed another condom on. I bit my lip again, unable and too exhausted to move, but still wanting him.

  I was almost dripping when he entered me. He was slower this time, the gentle rocking of the water under the boat almost doing the moving for us. I could stay like this for hours, him above me, inside me, tasting me, loving me.

  “You’re incredible,” he said, still moving inside me. “Don’t go. Don’t leave. Stay. Stay here. With me.”

  Chapter 15

  I didn’t leave Nambucca that day. Nor the next day, or the next.

  David and I had been together for nearly a year when he proposed. It’s our wedding next month. A winter wedding, held eighteen months after we first met.

  Or it would have been.

  David is still lost at sea. Gone. Ripped from my heart.

  It seems to be a curse - dead fiancés the norm here. Drowned. Not allowed to be happy.

  I turned my back on the cold wind, and walked toward the rock that held our names. Pete and Caitlin’s names had long gone, replaced by David and Mia Forever. I ran my hand over the word forever, and then began to punch and hit it. I thumped my fists down onto the rock, over and over. My palms were grazed and began to bleed, yet I continued my assault.

  It wasn’t fair.

  I had promised
myself that I wouldn’t cry. Promised that I wouldn’t let myself believe he was gone. But I was crumbling, losing faith.

  “Mia.”

  My mind felt like razor blades had shredded reality. I looked up to see my friend Lucy standing in front of me.

  “They found his sailing boat.”

  “They found him?”

  She frowned and looked down at the ground. “Just the boat.”

  “Where is it? We have to go, we have to see if he’s there.”

  She took a deep breath. “He’s not there, Mia. They looked, they’ve searched.” She held her hand out for me. “Come with me. You can’t stay here.”

  “I have to wait for him.” I sat back on the rock and looked at my hands, bloody and scratched.

  She sat down next to me. “It’s cold. Let’s get a warm drink, and then we can come back and wait.”

  I nodded reluctantly. Coffee would be good now.

  She placed her arm around my shoulders, and led me toward the group of shops at the end of the beach. I sat down in the far corner of the coffee shop while she went and ordered at the counter. It was empty inside, apart from us. I looked at the clock on the wall. Six a.m. Still early. I wondered when they found the boat. Last night, this morning? How long have they had it? Why didn’t they tell me immediately? Perhaps they were keeping something from me. Oh god, why wasn’t anyone telling me anything?

  I pulled my phone out of my pocket. It was dead. I’d forgotten to charge it.

  “This will help you feel better,” said Lucy, as she placed a coffee in front of me.

  I picked up a sachet of sugar and stirred it through the dark brown liquid, staring at the way the spoon made a small whirlpool in the middle. She was wrong. It wouldn’t make me feel better. Nothing would make me feel better.

  I took a sip anyway. The warmth glided down my throat, but it wasn’t comforting. It was … nothing. I couldn’t feel anymore. What was the point?

  Chapter 16

  Lucy heard the shouting outside before I did. I know that because she stood up, a worried expression on her face as she looked between the door and me, as if deciding whether to leave me to investigate or stay here instead.

  It wasn’t until she went over to the doorway that I heard it too. Someone was shouting my name.

  I stood up and walked to the door to see Ben, David’s friend, on the beach. His hand was cupped around his mouth and he was calling for me.

  We didn’t move from the coffee shop doorway, or wave to him. We just stared at him.

  He saw us when he turned. Relief washing over his face as he ran toward us.

  “I’ve been trying to call you,” he said. He was panting once he reached us.

  “Her phone’s dead,” said Lucy. “I’ve already told her about the boat.”

  He shook his head and grabbed my shoulders so roughly, his fingers dug into my arm and I wondered if he’d bruised them. “He’s alive. They found him. They found him.”

  David’s eyes were closed. A tube led from his mouth to a bright shiny box that wheezed as he breathed into it. Another was around his chest to a monitor that showed his heart rate. It beeped a steady rhythm.

  I curled my fingers in his hand, my eyes red and raw. I had allowed myself to cry finally. But they were tears of relief and hope, not of sadness.

  A nurse came in and checked the chart at the end of his bed. She smiled at me. “He’s a fighter that one. Strong swimmer.”

  I nodded. “A lifeguard,” I said quietly.

  “Good thing, too. Considering how far he swam. Not many others would have made it.”

  I swallowed and nodded again, trying to give her a smile back. “How long will he be like this?” I asked.

  “Few days, I’d reckon. There’s not much we can find wrong. He was quite dehydrated and his lungs did take a bit of water. Exhaustion too, of course. So we want to keep an eye on him.”

  I felt him squeeze my hand, and I gasped.

  The nurse smiled again. “He’s waking. Probably should take the ventilator out now. So he can talk.”

  She walked over to his head, and carefully removed the tube from his mouth, checked his breathing and tapped on his lungs. She seemed satisfied, wrote something on the chart, nodded to me, and walked out.

  David coughed. His eyes still closed.

  “David?”

  He opened his eyes. Slowly, groggily. His voice was rough, raspy. “Hey babe,” he said as he squeezed my hand.

  Chapter 17

  True to the nurse’s words, David only stayed in the hospital for two days. By the last, he was itching to leave, ordering everyone around and telling them to let him go. His parents had arrived the first evening, and were still in town.

  My mother had also arrived in Nambucca with Britney and Paul. It had been over six months since I last saw them, and they all looked happy and relaxed. Aberdeen obviously agreed with them.

  We cancelled our wedding plans for the following month. Why wait? After nearly losing each other, all David and I wanted to do was to get married immediately.

  So the day after he left the hospital we invited everyone to the lagoon at Nambucca Heads. It was a sunny winter’s day with a strong wind, but the wind wasn’t cold, merely fresh. My hair blew around my face and I turned to David. “Are you still sure you want to go through with this?”

  He cupped my face in his hands and kissed my lips. “Are you kidding?” He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Besides, the sooner we do this, the sooner we can start the honeymoon. And I need you in my arms. Immediately after this.”

  Our family and friends were waiting for us, oblivious to our plans. They simply thought they were here to celebrate David’s rescue. Amongst them was a wedding official, the only other person who knew our secret. Even Lucy, who I usually told everything to, was unaware.

  We waved to the wedding celebrant from the top of the pier, indicating that he should start the music.

  A sea of confused faces, looking between each other for a clue of what was going on made me giggle. It was then, that Lucy saw us. She squealed and pointed, and everyone turned to face us as we walked toward them arm in arm.

  David looked hot in his dark grey suit, and I wore a ivory silk dress. I also went barefoot, since high heels and sand would make me wobble, and I wanted to stand straight and tall.

  We stopped just near our rock. The one that said David and Mia Forever and turned to face the crowd. They had all clued in to what was happening now, and my mother was crying.

  The ceremony was short, but wonderful.

  Everyone clapped and cheered when the celebrant said man and wife. They hooted when he said that David could now kiss his wife.

  He bent me back, and kissed me passionately. I wrapped my arms tight around his neck. I didn’t care that everyone was watching, in fact I enjoyed that they saw how happy we were.

  I threw the bouquet into the crowd and Lucy made a not so graceful dive for it. I laughed. She came over and hit me with it. “You should have told me.” I winked at her.

  As the day turned to dusk, we all watched the sunset over the beach and then said our goodbyes.

  We had made plans to go to the Maldives for our honeymoon. Flying of course. I didn’t want to risk sailing there. The plane left in the morning.

  We walked, almost ran, back to my houseboat. David’s tongue was in my mouth and his hands over my body before I even closed the door.

  He peeled my clothes from my skin until I was naked. He whistled. “Looking good, Mrs. Carlton, good enough to eat,” he said as he pressed me back against the door. I grinned and pulled him toward the bedroom. “Why Mr. Carlton, you better show me exactly what you mean.”

  ~~ the end ~~

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