Hidden Island Chapter 6, part 1 of 2

Hidden Island
Chapter 6, part 1 of 2

This kiss was different. The first had been a question. This one was a demand. It was hungry.

Not overly aggressive, but fierce with desire. Janie moaned into his mouth, and one of his hands found the back of her neck and gripped a little more complicated than he probably should have. Her fingers were twined in his hair again. After a brief eternity, their lips parted, and their foreheads came together to rest on each other.

"Wow," Will said faintly. Janie nodded against his head. She was suddenly aware of his hard erection pressing against her stomach. She looked down. It was too dark to see anything but outlines, but what she could see made her smile. He smoothly knelt, picked up the bucket, and poured it slowly over them. The cool water sent shivers through them both. Janie gasped.

One more bucket of water, and they were clean and shivering in the night air.

Will handed her a large, slightly frayed cloth that hung on the back of the door. It was surprisingly soft but had been stitched many times. "Is this silk?" she asked.

"Yeah. It's part of a sail from a ship that wrecked. They make decent towels. Not super absorbent, but they dry quickly." Will began rubbing himself down with another scrap of sail.

Janie shook her head and copied Will. As lovely as silk was, it did not make a good towel. It stuck to wet skin and was useless on damp hair. Luckily, they hadn't gotten her hair wet. Hers was still up in a tidy bun. I realized that she had reached up and pulled free the long silver pin that kept the bun in place. Her golden-brown hair tumbled free around her shoulders, and she shook it out. I will watch it. Everything she did seemed to surprise him tonight. She smirked at him while wiping away as much water as possible, hung her sail towel, and walked to the bed.

Will followed her out. She could feel his eyes on her. She looked over her shoulder and put her hands on her hips. "I know you're looking at my butt, Will."

"Guilty, Magistrate. I confess," he put his hands on hers and kissed the nape of her neck, sending another shiver through her. She was going to tease him further, but she lost her train of thought.

"We're clean now," Will said into her neck.

"Yes," Janie replied, "I feel so much better."

"Me too. That was an excellent idea." Will turned her around and pushed her down to sit on the bed. He knelt. "Now I want to taste you."

Her eyes went wide. She had led him here with confidence. She'd known exactly what she wanted and what they would do, but somehow, she'd never considered that in all her planning. In some ways, Janie was a rather conservative, not worldly young woman.

Her mind immediately flashed to the morning when she'd walked in on Will and Bella doing precisely what Will wanted to do to her now.

Her mother would have had a fit at the very idea. The Magistrate frowned on such things.

Janie was torn. She'd attempted to distance herself from her upbringing. She had left the Magistrate for that exact reason. She'd tried, at any rate. She always kept the Magistrate close for safety and comfort if she was honest. Even though she had run off to a pirate-infested island and gone to work for a notorious explorer known for all manner of rakish exploits, she still lived at Fort Deliverance. Even if she did not, the Magistrate still considered her one of them. As she got older, she could not reconcile so much of what she saw and felt with their rigid worldview. She could not deny that they brought order and safety to many people who desperately needed it, but there were some things they were simply wrong about.

Like this, for instance. She was not a blushing virgin any longer. She'd had a lover once. After the initial fumbling and discovery, she found sex to be good fun. It was reasonably lovely for stress relief as well. She didn't understand why so many people were obsessed with it. It was friendly and fun, but after the initial rush of discovery had worn off, she'd found that what she enjoyed most was its intimacy and closeness. Laying there after all the rutting was done was more enjoyable for her than the act itself. Of course, she had heard of oral sex as well but never gave it much mind. That wasn't something decent people dwelled on, much less did.

Yet here she was. She'd seen it firsthand this morning, and it had been on her mind all day.

Watching Bella writhing right in front of the chair where Janie worked nearly every day, the image of the gorgeous raven-haired woman gripping the table's edges with her head thrown back in wild abandon had burned itself into Janie's mind. She hadn't even seen anything genuinely indecent—no more than Bella's upper thighs. Still, Janie knew precisely what was happening. It had been an unmanageable distraction ever since and helped lead to this moment. She'd been curious. She still was. There was a difference between wanting a thing in the abstract and being offered it now.

She nodded. Even Will, who was often oblivious, could see her confidence shaken.

"You can say no," he said, misreading the source of her hesitation. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

"I know," she said. "I want you to. I've just never..." She trailed off.

"Never? How much never?" Will asked.

"I've been with a man, Will," she said with terseness. "I just haven't done... that."

"Oh. Lucky me," he grinned. He slowly spread her knees, watching her face as he did. He slid his hands up her inner thighs to the very edges of her slick entrance and gently spread her open with his thumbs. Her skin prickled as the cool night air touched warm places it hadn't before. She swallowed in anticipation. Will's head dipped low. She felt his breath. Then suddenly, his tongue swept up through her in one long, slow stroke. She twitched involuntarily.

She didn't know what she'd expected, but it wasn't that.

That was... nice. It's not explosive or overwhelming. It was a bit of a letdown after the hunger for the kiss they'd shared earlier and after watching Bella's exuberant response this morning.

Then he did it again. Her fingers clenched into the bedspread, and she dropped back onto her elbows. It wasn't a considerable sensation, but it made her feel like so much of what was happening was beyond her control. Like her body was rebelling against her minor by little as the wet, warm heat of Will's tongue circled her nether lips.

The sensation of warmth spread, bringing with it tiny sparks and pulses. They felt a bit like when Truth-telling first took hold. She'd had to experience it to learn it. That strange feeling of mild electrical warmth spreading through the body and taking over was unmistakable. The difference was that this needed to be faster. There was an anticipation to it—a build-up. Then suddenly, the whole sensation ramped upward and intensely.

Will had found a spot with his tongue that was much more focused and sharper than the rest of the pleasant warmth had been. Her breath caught in her chest, and her eyes went wide again. "Oh!" was all she could say before his tongue was gone from that spot, leaving her instantly craving more.

She didn't have to wait long. He stroked his tongue upward again and once again found that wonderful place that made her forget to breathe. Then his tongue trailed away again. She clenched the sheets harder and whined in frustration. The third time, he stayed there, circling that magical sensation button and causing her to pant in shuddering breaths. She felt something building; the warmth was spreading more now, and the ripples and little sparks were coming faster and fiercer. A part of her was scared. It was already the most unexpected thing she'd ever experienced. She did not revel in abandon. Her control had long since slipped, and now she felt like she was just along for whatever ride Will was taking her on. She shook her head back and forth, trying to speak, but the words never came. She felt like she was swelling, filled with heat, and she didn't know if she could bear it for long.

Then it burst. A single, flowing wave of intense, warm pleasure that left her feeling like she was melting. Her whole body tensed up, but she didn't feel the tension. Instead, she felt released like she had never felt before.

Thank you, Bella, she mused. Then she giggled slightly at the thought. Will's eyes flicked up to meet hers as she laughed.

"So that's what all the fuss is about," she said breathlessly as she let her head fall back onto the mattress and her limbs sprawl.

"Do you want me to keep going?" Will asked from somewhere a thousand miles away.

"Oh no. I don't think I could handle any more of that. Not right now." A shudder rolled through her.

"Good," Will sounded pleased with himself. "What do you want to discover next?"

She managed to lift her head. Her eyes blazed. "You. Inside me. Right now."

Will's grin widened. He lifted her legs from behind her knees and set her calves on his shoulders. Then he pulled her down suddenly so her hips rested at the edge of the bed. She laughed in surprise, unused to being hauled around like that. She could see his body in the pale, dim light, tall and slim, with broad shoulders, powerful arms, and chest muscles developed over years of hauling ropes on boats. His erection was at full mast now, like it was demanding that she look at it. She'd seen them before, but never like this. Before, they'd seemed an indignity to be endured for the closeness she'd craved. Now, she wanted it. She could feel muscles inside twitching with need just from looking at it.

He rolled her higher, angling her hips up, and took hold of his rampant shaft, laying it on her womanhood and dragging the head of it up and down, back and forth, coating himself with her wetness. It brushed against that still sensitive spot where his tongue had been earlier, and the heat seemed to reignite, flaring to delicious warmth inside her, suddenly bringing back some of the tension she'd released.

Then he looked into her eyes and pushed. She felt him open her, force into her, gliding deeper and deeper until she felt complete. He stayed there, sunk to the hilt inside her. His eyes tightened in bliss.

She'd felt this part before, but getting there was uncomfortable. How had he done all this?

There was no hint of the chafing or pain she'd expected. It was just incredible fullness.

After a moment, she realized he wasn't moving. She looked at him. He wanted to ask something but needed to figure out how. "What is it?" she prompted.

"Do you... have a hex bag?" he asked.

"Of course, Will. It is downstairs with my book bag," she answered.

"Will it still work from down there?" he continued.

She gave a slight nod. "It should. It works best when kept close, but it should be fine as long as it is in the house. Do you want me to go get it?"

"Only if you want to. I just wanted to be sure we were safe," he smiled, looking reassured.

"Thank you for thinking of that. I am certainly not looking for a child right now," she said, resting her hand on his where it gripped her thigh.

"Me neither. I probably should have asked earlier, but I didn't think about it," Will looked down at where they were joined. She felt his manhood pulse slightly.

"Nor did I," Janie admitted. "I was a bit swept up in the moment."




To be continued