The Shipwreck

Chapter 9

Bette cried herself to sleep. I cuddled her from behind, making sure she felt comfortable enough to just lay there and think of anything else but relax. Relieving all those events had been excruciating for her. I took the chance to cherish that moment, enjoying the silence of the cave and her steady breathing. Everything was made even more dreamlike by the light of the sunset that came inside, giving the surroundings a slight reddish color.

I must have fallen asleep as well, and slept through the whole night for I woke up to the sound of birds chirping. The cave seemed more silent than before, and soon I learnt it was because the steady breathing that kept me company during the night wasn't audible. I rolled onto my back, meeting an empty spot. I yawned as I brought my body to a sitting position, and stretched my arms. I turned my head in search of a clock; I didn't find it, but I knew it must have been still early. There still was that gentle breeze that usually came up at night. A breeze that warmed up as soon as we got close to noon. I jumped up from the bed and by the sounds my stomach was making, I was really hungry. I asked myself what could I eat, but a most important question suddenly replaced the first one: "Where is Bette?"

Given the last events I was easily to get anxious and scared; been all alone there was getting on my nerves, so I decided to go look for her, even though I knew she would have advised me not to leave the cave, no matter what. I let my legs carry me through a path I already knew. That way I could easily go back if I felt the slightest fear of being in danger. As I moved closer to the river where I met Bette after she fell from the tree, I was met by a scene I will never forget.

Out in the water there was Bette, enjoying what I would have called her morning routine. On a rock near were all her clothes; imagine my expression when I saw her staying there, in all her naked glory. I was confused, scared, conflicted by all the emotions pervading my body and I also was amused, curious, aroused. It never happened to me, this was completely new. Not caring much about my voyeuristic behavior - we were in a jungle, people couldn't care much about such things, right? - I let myself watch, and savor the spectacle before my eyes. I saw the drops of water running down her shoulders, as they left her beautiful curls, clinging to her forehead each time she tilted her head to the side. I enjoyed how she raised her arms, her muscles tensing up as she got a hold of her hair. The grove on her lower back went deeper the more she stretched her arms. Then she turned around, and I saw what made her a woman. Beautiful, rounded breasts; and her mound, covered in an half by water.

"Water is amazing!" her words brought me out of my revery. I wondered for how long I stared at her, because I clearly didn't realize she saw me. Oh, God! she must have watched as I practically drooled all over her, making a jerk out of myself, just like one of those idiots or Henry himself.

"What?" I asked. Still confused, with my head clouded by what I still couldn't really catch.

"The water" she repeated. "It's amazing!"

"And... wet" I said out of the blue. Those words clearly mirroring the situation I was feeling in a much lower part of my body.

"What?" she was the one asking now. Thank God she didn't hear me. She chuckled, "What did you say?"

"Uh? Nothing, I mean..." I stumbled on my words. "I meant to say that, I really don't want to get myself wet, right now" that sounded so wrong!

"Oh, you afraid you might catch a cold?"

Oh, believe me I am very hot, right now, I might burn Hell down. "Well, there's still a little breeze, and I am not really used to this"

"No?" she tilted her head, her breasts bouncing as she moved and I could't stop my eyes from staring. I was screwed.

I forced myself to look back at her face, she seemed pretty amused by it all. She knew so well what I was going through. "Well, no" there it was, the stumbling again. "I mean, yes, London has its bad weather, but... you know, it's not like I have a bath out in the Thames" I tried to explain, but everything coming out of my mouth sounded like nonsense to my ears.

Suddenly a look of mischief covered her face. "Oh well, that could be a good experience" she slowly approached me.

"What do you mean?" I gasped, as she suddenly jumped with a start, giving me no chance of dodging her and she grabbed me, dragging me into the river. I fell in with a loud splash.

"You!" I snapped shocked, as soon as I came out of water.

"What?" she laughed.

"You are rude!"

"Told you, I am the savage, you are the lady" she smirked. "I didn't mean to get you all wet"

I squinted my eyes. "Oh, really? I look pretty wet right now"

"I thought you might need some cold water"

I raised an eyebrow.

"You were wet before falling into the river" there it was her mischievous look again.

I chuckled a deep chuckle, I didn't even feel like blushing now. She really knew what I was feeling, and I didn't care about hiding it anymore. I wanted her to know. I wanted her hands all over my body. I wanted her to make the ache I felt between my legs go away. I wanted her. I needed her.

We both went serious, her dark eyes made darker by what I've noticed was arousal. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, and I shivered at the anticipation of it all. Of her mouth against mine, her hands on my body. And our lips finally met half way. Neither of us started it, we both did it together. The hunger was palpable in that kiss; satiating our souls, the battle between our tongues became more and more urgent as we both gave in the ecstatic sensation. I felt her hands on my sides, pushing me against the rocks. The smell of her wet skin, mixed to the musk that covered the stone inebriated me. She pressed her body against mine and I moaned, the tension that built up during the previous hours was thick, and it all crashed down right then.

"Please, tell me to stop now, if you don't want this. I might not be able to stop if we go ahead" she whispered, as our mouths reluctantly parted. I could feel her heart beating against my chest.

I only stared at her, shaking my head. I didn't want her to stop. I grabbed her face and kept her there, carrying on what we started. We kissed and it seemed like we were meant to do that. To be there, right at that moment. My wet clothes, the fresh air against them didn't bother me. Bette's warmth was giving me a burning sensation, and it showed as I frantically tried to take ahold of my shirt and battled with the buttons. Eager to feel my skin pressed against hers she helped me get rid of the last garment that became an obstacle. Her stare went down to my chest, and she smiled her beautiful smile, admiring my naked body.

"You are a piece of art" she said, her voice hoarse.

If we weren't in that contest, I would have probably asked her how could she possibly know about art. But I didn't care, I was her piece of art and I wanted her to admire me. And I surrendered. I let out another moan as her mouth came to meet my right nipple. My head fell back, as I arched my back, giving her more space to be able to intensify the already wonderful sensation. "Oh, my God" those words came out so naturally.

Words that encouraged her. Tracing the tip of her tongue between my breasts, she reached my neck, and nibbled and sucked. Parts of my body that I didn't know existed came to life, and they were all linked to one another, coming together to their termination, right between my legs. Just where her thigh was rubbing, sending shocks every now and then. The more she sucked, the more I felt like crying for the wonder of it all.

I found myself moving my hips, trying to soothe my ache, asking for some kind of relief. And I was shocked, and surprised, because as far as I remembered, no man had ever made me feel that way.

"Please" I uttered. I didn't even know what I was pleading for. But she obliged. Crashing her mouth against mine, in a matter of seconds she grabbed the back of my knees and linked my legs behind her lower back, and our centers finally met. Like two magnets they matched perfectly. And she started to grind against me. Core against core, tongue against tongue. If someone asked me what Heaven is like, that was it. As I trailed my fingers along her back, I heard the most beautiful sound ever.

She moaned, she was loving me with her, near her, almost inside of her.And she quickened the pace, and I felt myself getting closer to something I've never felt before. Then she joined me.