Page 41 of Escape To Paradise
“We’re in the middle of the forest. Who will see us?”
My hands went down to his dick, and I grabbed it. It was already hard.
“You take me here then,” I said invitingly. I was still sore from last night and this morning, but somehow, I still wanted more.
The rocks were slippery, but Julian positioned me so he could enter me. I moaned loudly, confident that the sound of the waterfalls would drown it. He kept pounding and pounding me until I climaxed. After ensuring my satisfaction, he persisted in thrusting until he climaxed inside me.
“I just enjoy fucking you, Harper.” He kissed my lips.
Julian was the best sex I’ve ever had. He seemed so masterful in his hip thrusts, as if he knew exactly how to pleasure me. My ex, Benoit, was a lazy lover and preferred I would be on top of him, which I did enjoy, but there were times I wanted him to be the more aggressive one during lovemaking. Benoit’s dick wasn’t as big as Julian’s, which, I now realized, makes a huge difference in satisfaction.
“I enjoy your dick inside of me.”
“What is it about my dick you like?”
“It’s the biggest I’ve ever had.”
Julian smiled, seemingly satisfied with my answer. “Good. I hope it’s the best dick you’ll ever have.”
We composed ourselves and adjusted our clothing before swimming back in the water. I dove under the waterfall, and again, the strong current seemed to push me deeper. Trying my best, I kicked hard until I safely made it to the other side. When I resurfaced, Julian was getting out of the water.
“That was so much fun, Julian.”
“It was great.”
Julian took out a towel from his backpack and patted himself dry. And then, he handed it to me, so I could do the same while he slipped back into his dry clothes. I did just that and then draped the towel around my body so I could take my swimsuit off. But Julian pulled the towel off my body.
“You don’t need to keep yourself covered around me, Harper. We’re the only ones here. Besides, I like to see you naked.”
I looked around just to be sure. Seeing no one, I put some underwear on and slipped back into my dry clothes—the pants and T-shirt. I put on the sandals and strapped the Velcro tight.
“That was fun,” I said.
“Indeed, it was.”
We hiked back to the parking lot while holding hands. I used the walking stick with my other hand since it was even more slippery going down.
“It’s getting late, how about dinner near the dock?” Julian suggested when we got to the jeep.
“That sounds lovely.”
Julian picked one of his favorite restaurants in the town that served roast chicken and fish. By then, it was five in the afternoon, and the sun was setting. There were already several people in the restaurant, but we got seated almost immediately. We sat outside by the water. A server approached our table and gave us the menu.
“I’ll have water,” I said when the server asked us what we wanted to drink.
“Get me a beer.”
“On draft, sir?” the server asked.
“Yes,” was Julian’s response.
We looked at the menu, and it only had simple dishes. I furrowed my eyebrows. I wasn’t expecting much, but I was hungry.
“The food is not to your liking?” Julian asked.
I looked up at him and said, “Yeah, I guess I was expecting something more local. You know, local ingredients, local food. I didn’t expect an American burger or fish or chips.”
“There’s a lot of tourists from America and the UK that go here. They’re catering to them. Don’t expect local cuisine unless it’s home-cooked.”
