Island Fever Ch. 25

Chapter 25: "Control"

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Instead of admiring the heavenly white powdered sand of the beach below or the calm, turquoise waters of the ocean, I instead found myself shaking my head as I stood at one of the large floor-to-ceiling windows within the grand suite that I shared with my newly-minted fiancee. "This figures," I pouted inwardly, as a heavy downfall of rain was bulleting itself upon the mansion and all other places on the island.

The picturesque blue, sunny skies that were a hallmark of this island paradise had temporarily given way to a dark and dreary outlook during this late-day afternoon. It had been raining for the past couple of hours, but at least there was no lightning or thunder to go along with the precipitation. At least that was good news for Lindsay, simply because she was deathly afraid of electrical storms. Of course, Lindsay was once struck by lightning when she was five years old.

Usually, the weather here never bothered me one way or the other. Oftentimes, I could care less whether it rained or shined. However, I was very disappointed with the current conditions because I had plans of inviting all of the ladies to a beach barbeque party later tonight. I wanted it be a celebration for Kristanna, who had accepted my proposal of marriage a mere 24 hours ago. The rain, however, was not supposed to let up until sometime tomorrow afternoon. Yes, indeed ... life in the tropics. Unfortunately, it appeared as if all of us would be staying indoors tonight.

Once hearing the door open behind me, I turned and offered Kristanna a faint, shallow smile as she stepped into our suite and slowly made her way over to me. "What's wrong, Jeremy?" the Norwegian asked, an inquisitive expression upon her elegant face. "You don't look too happy."

I flipped my wrist in the direction of the large window and complained, "Ahh, it's just the weather. We have had nothing but sun and blue skies for the past week or so. The ONE DAY it rains in that time, it has to be TODAY."

Kristanna took a deep breath and offered, "It's okay, baby. We can have just as much fun inside the mansion as we would down at the beach. How about some fish and steak? You know that Louisa will fix whatever we ask her to for dinner. And when the weather clears up, we can have that beach party." Kristanna nuzzled up behind me and wrapped her arms around my sternum, the side of her face nestled against the back of my neck. "I've always liked the rain."

"I don't mind it," I frowned, reaching down and placing my hands upon Kristanna's arms as they encircled my midriff. "I just wish it wasn't raining TODAY." I turned my face to the side and eyed Kristanna appreciatively as she kept her own face nestled upon my neck. "What's up, peaches?"

"Peaches?" Kristanna countered, taking a step back and offering me a curious expression.

"Yes ... peaches," I grinned. "You don't look too happy, either. Is everything okay?"

"I hurt my knee somehow sparring with Trish this morning," she answered, which caused me to immediately turn around and glance downward. "It's been bothering me all day long."

"Is it something serious?" I asked, now reaching out and grasping Kristanna's hand. I dropped down to one knee myself and appraised the shape and contours of both of her legs. Neither knee appeared to be swollen or even bruised.

"It's my right one," she informed me, pointing toward it. "I don't think it's anything serious. It just hurts."

"Did Trish accidentally kick you in the leg, or hit you there, during your sparring match?"

"No," the 23-year-old responded. "I twisted it somehow. I was practicing roundhouse kicks and landed wrong."

"You two are going to seriously hurt each other one day," I told her, reaching out and gently grasping her right knee. "I have nothing against you and Trish being total experts in martial arts and kick-boxing, of course, but why you find the need to spar with her every single morning is beyond me. One of these days, you may wind up seriously hurting each other."

"It's fun," Kristanna sniped in return. "Plus, it's not all that often that women our age are into this sort of thing. Most women don't even know a thing about the martial arts. This is something wonderful and unique that Trish and I have in common. She's only supposed to be here a little more than two weeks longer, you know, before going home. I won't have anyone to spar with then..."

I leaned downward and planted a series of kisses along Kristanna's right kneecap. "Does that make it feel any better?" I asked, hopeful.

"Oh yes ... much better," Kristanna giggled, shifting and fidgeting her leg about in a subtle manner. "Much better." She then smirked and added in a playful tone, "Of course, when Trish returns home, there might just be a sparring partner for me on the island after all."

"Oh? Who might that be?" I could not envision Devon or Pamela practicing hand-to-hand combat with Kristanna. Who was she talking about? Who could be her sparring partner once Trish returned home to Canada?

"You," the my fiancee proclaimed. "Or better yet, Jeremy, your face! I could use it as a punching bag!"

As usual, Kristanna made me laugh. She rarely failed to do so. Acting all offended, I shot back, "That's not very nice! How can you say such a horrible thing about me after everything I've done for you?" I shook my head and gasped for an added effect. It was all in fun with her.

"Am I interrupting anything?" came a familiar, squealy voice from the entranceway to our suite. Still perched on one knee, I moved my head and peered past Kristanna's leg. A smile then came to my face as I saw Devon at the door, her arms folded, as she looked back at us. It must have been awfully strange for her to see me on a single knee in front of Kristanna, as I caressed and kissed her own knee.

"You know ... if I'm interrupting anything, I can come back." Devon offered us a peculiar, yet comical expression and chirped, "You two crazy kids decide to go and get engaged and all ... and now you're acting all funny. It is not normal to see a man on his knees in front of a woman."

"Oh ... you silly girl!" Kristanna retorted, giggling. "I hurt my knee earlier during sparring with Trish, and Jeremy is simply trying to make it feel better ... with kisses!"

"Oh..." Devon countered, her spirits suddenly high. "Oh! I see now. I can understand that." She tilted her head to the side and asked, "You hurt your knee? Is it bad?"

As I rose to my feet, Kristanna turned toward Devon and answered, "I'll live. I just twisted it somehow. If it was something bad, it would hurt a lot more than it does. It will feel fine in a day or two, I am sure."

"How are the rest of the girls doing?" I asked Devon.

"They're disappointed because of the weather," she told me. "They were looking forward to that big beach party you had planned. Lindsay and Camille had plans of taking a hike up to the ridge beforehand, but I told them not to. It is MUCH too dangerous with all of this rain. I told them that you would throw a fit if either of them went outside."

"It is best that everyone stays inside," Kristanna mused. "This island and its terrain can be very trecherous when it rains. Trust me, I know from first-hand experience."

"Did Lindsay and Camille agree to stay inside the mansion, then?" I asked, suddenly worried. Kristanna was right - the island was not a place to be when the weather was frightful. It was best that everyone simply stay indoors.

"Yeah," Devon answered. "They didn't go out."

Relieved, I took a deep breath. "Good, I am glad."

"What do you think, Jeremy?" Kristanna inquired. "Do you think we can have some fun today staying inside the mansion? We can re-schedule the beach party for tomorrow or Saturday. The weather is supposed to be much nicer on Saturday."

Devon turned toward Kristanna with a vibrant smile upon her face. "Do you know what I think about YOU, Krissy honey? You are 30 percent playful, 60 percent sweet and 110 percent sexy! I love you so, so much..."

Kristanna was glowing at those words of appreciation from Devon. "Wow ... a full 200 percent. I feel honored!" She closed the short distance between herself and Devon, and wrapped both arms around her for an endearing embrace. She then glanced my way and cooed, "Look at Devvy being all nice and complimentary all of a sudden. She must want some!"

"I imagine you'll be happy to give her some," I murmured.

Devon smiled at me for a brief moment, then licked her lips and pressed them upon Kristanna's for an exploratory kiss. Both ladies moaned with obvious arousal as they caressed each others' bodies with their hands, their lips and tongues dancing together in a blissful symphony. I reached down and rubbed the newfound bulge in my shorts...

"You know I love you," Devon moaned upon their shared kiss, her velvety tongue gliding and twirling like crazy within Kristanna's mouth. I smiled as Devon then wrapped her arms around Kristanna's tall, slender body, only to then openly grope and squeeze the Norwegian's denim-clad ass. "I want to have sex with you and Jeremy right now, Krissy." Devon splayed a series of kisses all along her girlfriend's neck and shoulder area, saying, "A three-some..."

"Oh yeah..." I groaned, reaching into my shorts and then whipping out my hardening cock. I immediately began to stroke it as Kristanna and Devon, still locked together in their embrace, retreated to the large bed and then rolled and wrestled around in a feverish, erotic manner.

Now on top, Kristanna broke the kiss and growled with mad lust as she literally ripped Devon's black halter-top right from her body. Devon giggled and squealed with her own arousal, as she then reached up and caressed Kristanna's own breasts through the camisole which she wore.

Once Kristanna disposed of Devon's white, silky bra, I inhaled sharply at the mere sight of her very large, firm breasts. The pair of ladies gazed lovingly at one another for an instant, then smashed their mouths together for yet another intensive, soul-burning type of kiss.

Kristanna sighed and rolled her head about as Devon used both hands to violently massage and grope her little, sweet ass. At the same time, Kristanna used her own hands to cup and squeeze Devon's full, exotic breasts. All the while, of course, their mutual kiss reached even greater proportions.

As they continued to squirm and writhe about upon the bed, Devon slid her hands between their pressed bodies and then unbuttoned Kristanna's cut-off shorts. She peeled the tight denim, as well as the G-string, from Kristanna's hips. With both garments now at mid-thigh, Kristanna squealed and yelped as Devon offered her ass a hard smack with her hand.

"Spank me ... will you?" Kristanna taunted Devon, breaking their kiss in the process. Her hands were moving in a continual motion as she pawed and squeezed Devon's breasts. "We all know that you're the naughtiest girl around here."

"I am NOT naughty!" Devon huffed, in her own defense.

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not!"

"Tramp," Kristanna accused Devon of, albeit playfully.

Devon took a moment before countering, "Whore!"

"Bitch!" Kristanna shot back.

"Skank!"

"Trollop!"

"Fuck hole!"

"Cock-sucker!"

"Pussy-muncher!"

"Hmmmmm ... munch ME," Kristanna suddenly purred, rolling away from Devon upon the bed and opening her firm thighs. Kristanna smiled at Devon as she maneuvered her shorts and G-string the rest of the way down her long, luscious legs. Kristanna then spread her thighs once more, snaking a hand between them and twiddling her own clitoris with a finger.

I watched with great appreciation as Devon rose from the bed and then slid her own shorts and panties the rest of the way down her shapely hips and thighs. At the same time, Kristanna got her rid of her green camisole top, as well as her bra. She proceeded to cup her own breasts, her luminous eyes fixated upon Devon as she lovingly gazed up at her.

Before descending upon her snack - Kristanna's pussy - Devon turned her head and looked at me. By now, of course, I had a full erection as I stood silently in the background, my right hand busy stroking away.

"Are you gonna join us?" Devon asked, offering me a curious expression. "Or are you just gonna whack-off?"

"I can think of a million more good uses for a nice, hard cock than that," Kristanna purred in a very seductive tone, her pretty eyes now trained squarely upon me. "I'd hate for it to go to waste on your hand."

"I could just stand here and watch you two girls do your thing," I told them, my breathing somewhat ragged. "Nothing gets me going more than seeing two gorgeous women having sex together. It would make me happy."

"You really are a voyeur..." Devon giggled. She motioned for me with her head and purred, "Come on ... join us."

I smiled and nodded my own head, then Devon lunged forward and landed upon the bed. She latched onto Kristanna's hips with both hands and licked her lips, then drove her exquisite face between those spread thighs and went straight to town.

Flat on her back upon the mattress, Kristanna groaned and cooed in response as Devon offered her sensitive clitoris a series of long, slow lashes with her tongue. I hesitated for an instant at the mere sight, as both ladies were completely nude and squirming together upon the bed. However, I finally decided to grant Devon's request. I moved in for a look...

"Oh yeah..." Kristanna purred, her body vibrating with arousal, as she motioned for me to step even closer to her. I did just that - moving directly beside her as she lounged on the bed, her inner thighs gripping Devon's head as that skillful tongue continued to probe away upon her folds.

Kristanna reached out with her right hand and grasped my hard, aching erection, then gently pulled me even closer. Using her left elbow, she propped herself up and lunged her head toward my cock. Before I knew what had happened next, my shaft was in her mouth and she was busy slurping away.

I tossed my head back and sighed in sheer wanderlust for a moment, then re-focused upon Kristanna as she continued to offer me a very slow and meticulous blowjob. With her right hand gripping the thick base of my erection, she pumped and squeezed it while gently worshiping its head with her lips.

"Aren't you priceless..." I commented, reaching down with my right hand and cupping one of Kristanna's firm breasts. She smiled up at me, her mouth still stuffed full of my cock. I then leaned over and traced the back of my right hand upon Devon's shoulder as she was nestled between Kristanna's thighs, offering up her own brand of oral homage.

As a direct result of Devon's curious tongue, a series of moans and sighs were emanating from deep within Kristanna as she gently worked my erection into a slow-burning frenzy. I again massaged one of her breasts, then moved that hand upward and caressed the side of her face in a loving manner.

All of a sudden, however, Kristanna withdrew my cock from her mouth and then sprung off the bed and landed on her feet before me. Devon, who had been licking and swiping away at Kristanna's pussy with her tongue, looked up at us with an odd expression. Why did Kristanna cut things off so quickly?

"I think it's high time that I find me a strap-on dildo," the 23-year-old purred, glancing down at Devon momentarily, who then grinned with pure anticipation in response.

"But I wanted to make you cream your pussy," Devon said to her, now pouting somewhat. "It was like being in the middle of a gourmet dinner, then having it taken away."

Kristanna laughed at that unique analogy and countered, "You'll get your chance, baby. I just want to make you cry out and scream like never before with a strap-on dildo." She grinned and wryly added, "I have an Amy Special..."

"An Amy Special?" Devon gushed, suddenly overcome with hot lust. "Amy let you borrow one of her big monsters?"

"Oh yes," Kristanna responded, her eyes flashing. "All 15 inches of it. Amy calls it The Black Cobra."

Devon whined and fretted, "I can only take ten inches in me. You know that, Krissy. I bottom-out after ten."

The Norwegian shrugged her shoulders and grinned, "We're going to see whether or not you can take 15 inches anyway."

As Devon squealed in response to those ominous, naughty words, Kristanna shuffled off and entered the walk-in closet here in our luxury suite. I figured that must have been where she hid Amy's king-sized dildo. I did notice, however, that she seemed to be favoring her injured right knee a bit.

Still clearly aroused because of what was on the horizon for her, Devon reached out and grasped my wrist, then begged, "Lick my pussy, Jeremy. Please lick it. I need it bad..."

Obviously, I could never turn down such a request.

I climbed onto the bed with the beautiful princess as she turned over onto her back. After Devon spread her thighs and offered me an inviting, sultry expression, I smiled and moved in for what promised to be a succulent taste.

"Oh yeah..." Devon cooed, her pleasure evident, as my tongue made its initial contact with her damp, wondrous pussy. "Oh yeah, Jeremy. Yeeeeah." Her words encouraging me to go further, I glided my tongue in very slow, languid circles upon the intoxicating folds of her slit.

Needless to say, Devon's silky depths tasted absolutely wonderful to my hungry, probing tongue. Of course, I let her know this through a series of compliments.

"Hmmmmm," I gently moaned, my tongue continually swirling about. "Such a pretty, little pussy. Oh yes ... delicious too. It even smells all nice and perfect."

The 27-year-old's body tensed with sheer arousal once I began swiping my tongue over and across her little nub of a clitoris. Devon squealed in response, then reached down with both hands and grasped the crown of my head in a very appreciative manner. She weaved her fingers throughout my hair, her gentle moans acting as music to my ears.

"Do you like me licking your sweet, little pussy?" I asked her, my voice teasing. "Do you, Devon? How does my tongue feel on it? Would you like some fingers, too?"

"Oh yes..." she panted in return. "Please!"

"Aren't you the most precious thing?" I asked, inserting a pair of fingers into the tender depths of her pussy. I watched as Devon squinted her eyes, the expression upon her face awash with lustful arousal. Then, I began to steadily jam both fingers in-and-out of her lush, damp folds.

Meanwhile, I went back to concentrating on her clitoris with my tongue. I flicked and dabbed away at it repeatedly, while thrusting two fingers from my right hand hard and fast into her depths. My left hand had a firm hold on the side of her hip, caressing and massaging it.

"Do you know just how much I care about you?" I asked, my tongue now a blur. "Do you know that I would do any and everything to put a smile on your face? Hmmmmm ... what a delicious pussy. I'll just have this for dinner tonight."

While with my collection of ladies - especially Kristanna and Devon - I was not always the most oral-minded of men. I figured they did a much better job of pleasuring each other with their lips and tongues than I ever could, simply because they were women and knew exactly which buttons to press.

However, on those rare occasions when I did go in for a taste, I always put forth my maximum effort, and wanted to do nothing but make whomever I was with absolutely explode in sheer, white-hot passion. It was my only duty. As of late, it seemed, I had been performing a lot of oral sex.

"That feels so good..." Devon panted, her breathing rough and ragged. "God, Jeremy ... yes! Lick me! OOOOOH YEAH!"

The muscles in my forearm were clenched and felt as if they would burst as I repeatedly hammered a pair of fingers in-and-out of Devon's overheated slit. That, along with my probing tongue, had brought Devon to the edge of release. Now, it was time for her to topple over and fall from it.