Everyday

I turn the handle on the kitchen sink and splash my face with cold water. My brain can't fully comprehend what just happened, the sound of her gulping down my jizz is ringing in my ears, I can't stop thinking about it. My cock is growing harder by the second, I seriously don't understand how I'm hard again already.

"Calm down man..."

My reflection in the window above the sink doesn't reply. I take out a glass and fill it with water, I've drank so much wine I could use it. As I drink I contemplate my next move. I definitely can't keep lying forever, this woman is too smart for that. Could I come clean? Nah with the kind of cargo I was hauling I would never see the light of day again. Could I run? Again no she could catch me in a second, besides I don't know how to get off this island alone.

I shake my head, its best just to keep playing along. I can be a better assistant than she ever imagined. What are the things she craves? What are the things she doesn't know she wants? How can I please her? I rub my cock for a moment thinking about this, her absurdly sexy body, her soft lips, the taste of her pussy...

"Fuck..."

Even without her here it's the only word my lust fueled mind can come up with. Damn I can't let myself get so frazzled, she'll grow bored with me if thats all I ever say. Not that I really understand what she see's in me to begin with, does she really find me attractive? I guess I'm not bad looking but she could have any man on the planet, hero's, athletes, billionaires! Yet she wants to be with an average fisherman? Pardon the pun but something is fishy here.

I fill the glass again and take it with me to the living room. As I plop down on the couch I can already feel my eyes gluing themselves to her door. She said I could sleep with her if I want, I don't know if I should though. Is this another test? Another way to interrogate me? Ah I'm so confused!

I close my eyes and rub my temples, your being ridiculous and you know it. You survived the storm, a beautiful woman wants to be with you, and you just might have a new job already... Why are you over thinking it? Why are you trying to escape this heaven? Why can't you just trust her?

I stand up with new resolve, fuck this couch, I want to sleep with Mirko! I take my glass to the kitchen to fill it again, while I'm at it I grab another one. I'm sure Mirko will want some when she wakes up. I confidently walk down the hallway, though the closer I actually get to her door the more apprehension I feel creeping in. I take a deep breath and open the door quietly.

The room is completely dark aside from the ray of light emanating from the open door. I can see Mirko's perfect form on the bed under some blankets. I can tell from her soft rhythmic breathing that she is already asleep. I close the door as quietly as possible and creep over to her nightstand, I set the glasses of water down and turn to the bed.

I really don't want to wake her up, I slowly peel back the blanket as I crawl onto the bed. As her body is uncovered her strong musk wafts up to my nose. God after all the sunbathing her scent is unbelievably strong, not that I'm complaining I can't get enough of it. The second I lay down and set the blanket down on my myself she rolls over and pulls my to her with an insane amount of strength.

Her naked sweaty body makes contact with mine and a shiver runs down my spine. She has pulled me into the little spoon position, which is definitely fine with me. Every part of her body that can be touching me is, she has even wrapped her legs around mine. Her squeezing arms could feel scary, but they don't, I know I'm safe. Embarrassingly enough I can feel precum leaking from my cock, surely staining the sheet with proof of my lewd thoughts.

There I lay, in a cocoon of sweat and soft skin, I couldn't be more comfortable. I quickly feel sleep starting to take me, even with my nap earlier I think the stress of the day has worn me out. My last thought is of her drinking my cum, I wish I could watch her do that everyday...