“Can’t you sleep either?” Eva asks.
Well, would you look at that, she noticed! Who else could sleep after that? I try to ignore her. She’s a few steps away from me, lying on the sand, her hand under her head.
I imagine how nice it would have been if we were on that big ship. Good food, a hot shower. Real soap and shampoo. And a real bed, with real sheets, not that damn sand that gets everywhere.
“I’m hungry,” she says in the same indifferent tone as if she had said it’s dark outside or the grass is green.
“I believe you,” I grumble annoyed. “I’m hungry too. Nothing to do tonight. Maybe we’ll eat tomorrow.”
“Maybe,” she confirms, sounding skeptical.
Or maybe we’ll both be screwed. Who cares? The thought that a ship was so close to the island and I’m still here, stranded, drives me crazy.
“Those people probably wouldn’t have come back for us even if they had seen us,” I continue my thought out loud. “Those floating things weigh tens of thousands of tons. It’s hard to start them, but it’s even harder to stop them.”
“You’re right,” Eva agrees, “but we mustn’t lose hope. Can I come closer to you?”
“Why?”
“Because I’m bored,” she explains simply. “Sun, water, sleep. Then sleep, water, sun… Nothing ever happens on this island.”
“I’m not bored,” I reply discontentedly. “Stay where you are. I don’t feel like comforting anyone tonight. I’m powerless.”
“You’re mean.”
“That’s how I am when I skip meals. Mean. And hungry. I could eat anything. If you value your life, keep your buttocks away from me.”
Eva gets up, shakes the sand off her thighs, then sits down right next to me.
“I knew you love me,” she says jokingly.
“On the contrary, I hate you.”
“It’s the same,” she laughs. “Can I ask you something?”
“What now?”
“Let me rest my head on your chest, and if you’re a decent guy, hold me for a while. I feel really sad tonight. I don’t want to be sad anymore.”
I feel her warm cheek against my chest. Against my will, my arms rise on their own, encircle her, and pull her closer to me. She’s right. I feel better now too.
“Do you know my hunger is gone?” I ask amusedly.
“I know,” she says with her eyes closed. “This must be the ‘Eva effect’.”
I breathe slowly. Her head rises and falls with my chest. I gently stroke her wheat-colored hair, then close my eyes. Her presence is so… wonderful.
Above us is a gigantic moon. It bathes us in an unreal light. I’ve never seen the moon so close to the earth. It’s fantastically big. I feel like I could reach out and touch it. All I have to do is raise my hand and reach for it.
“Eva,” I whisper, “have you ever seen anything like this before?”
She looks up at the sky out of the corner of her eye, then sighs and presses her cheek even closer to me.
“No,” she replies. “It’s definitely unique. This must be the ‘Tiberiu effect’.“
“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.”
“What do you find beautiful?”
“I don’t know how to explain. Down here, it’s me holding you in my arms, and up there is the most beautiful moon I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“Oh, what a beautiful picture,” she giggles. “But didn’t you tell me once that you prefer a fat woman with a big butt and big breasts?”
“You’re right. Get out of here! I think I’ve lost my mind.”
She lightly slaps my chest and starts laughing, but it doesn’t seem like her usual laughter. It seems like she’s a bit nervous beneath that façade of cheerfulness.
If she wants what I think she wants, then the girl caught me off guard. Anyway, buddy, no matter what you have to say, choose your words carefully. Try not to upset her. If you upset her again, you won’t see her for a while.
The idea of not seeing Eva for a few days is terribly unpleasant to me. I admit, I enjoy her presence. I enjoy her warm breath on my chest, and I enjoy holding her in my arms, pressing her against me.
Her voice sounds a bit hoarse:
“Do you love me?”
Fuck! Damn it, here she goes with her stupid questions again!
“Yes,” I sigh.
Her small palm playfully twirls on my chest, then on my stomach. It’s like she has a gentle and soothing fire in her palm. I feel more alive than ever. Every nerve in my skin is attentive to Eva’s movements. It’s like I’m a guitar. I’m waiting for her to pluck the strings, to tune me.
I breathe heavily and close my eyes. Her hand descends. I’m still motionless. There’s a strange silence between us, but it’s so sweet that I never want it to end.
“So you’re sure you love me,” she repeats, and that crazy hand of hers slips under my underwear’s elastic.
My fingers tremble as they stroke her hair. I kiss her forehead gently.
“Yes,” she says, victorious, and kisses my chest lightly. Judging by what I’m holding now, it must be love. Do you like what I’m doing?”
“I like it,” I say hoarsely.
“Do you want me to continue?”
“Yes, please,” I whisper. “Don’t stop.”
“Okay. I’ll continue, but only if you tell me why you love me.”
I feel stuck. What did I do wrong? Why do I always end up with crazy women in my life? Why? Can’t a woman just sleep with me, plain and simple?
Before flying to Thailand, that woman in the hotel slept with me because she was completely drunk. It wasn’t much of an honor for me, but I was able to accept it.
But here, on this deserted beach, someone wants me to make passionate declarations of love just to open her legs. Isn’t that rotten luck?
“Are you kidding again?” I ask uneasily.
Her hand from down there stops abruptly.
“Absolutely not,” she says calmly. “But if it bothers you to tell me why you love me, I can let you go back into the bushes. Alone.”
“No, don’t stop!” I quickly say. “I’ll tell you why I love you!”
Her hand seems too small for what she’s holding there, but – no matter how small it is – it manages to make me completely lose my mind. I want Eva! I want her now!
Okay, I’ll tell her why I love her, but… nothing comes to mind. You better find something quickly, Tiberiu, or…
“I love you,” I start weakly, “because…”
“Because?”
Because you drive me crazy! Because you’re small and damn sexy and you excite me like no one else ever has… damn devil you are! Because, if I don’t jump between your legs right now and get inside you, I’ll surely lose my mind!
“Because you’re a wonderful girl,” I sigh, dizzy. “Because, as I sit here next to you, I feel like I’m melting. Because, Eva, you have the most wonderful black eyes I’ve ever seen, and every time I look into them, I feel like my soul meets yours.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. And I want this, I want to unite our souls and breaths. I want to hold you in my arms because you’re so beautiful that I feel breathless. But even more, I love the other beauty, the hidden one, the beauty that radiates from you. Believe me, you have something hidden in you, a wonderful charm that makes me want to caress and embrace you, to forget about myself. It’s something new, it’s the first time I meet a girl like you. I could never tire of touching your silky and smooth skin, wonderfully smooth.”
“My skin? Is that all?” she asks, wrinkling her nose.
“No, it’s not just that! Look, even now, when you’re wrinkling that little nose of yours, you seem even more beautiful, and I want to devour it. Your nose and those beautifully curved and sweet lips. Did you know that your lips have the scent and flavor of a ripe and juicy pear? Look,” I say kissing her “, they’re so wonderful, I can’t get enough of them.”
She kisses me back. She’s red-faced and half-closed eyes.
“Tell me more,” she whispers, purring like a cat.
I gently lay her down on her back, on the sand.
“Look what you’ve done to me, Eva. I can’t help but kiss your beautiful breasts. Let me caress them, please, I feel like I can’t stop touching them. Can I bite them a bit?
“I don’t know,” she replies, smiling with her eyes closed. Can you? Go ahead, try!”
I kiss each breast like a thirsty man, and for the first time, I truly realize how wonderfully beautiful this little being is, and above all, how feminine she is.
I would do anything to be with her. I would kill for her.
But it would be even better to live for her.
“Come here,” she whispers, panting.
I take off my underwear in one swift motion and toss it aside.
I stop for a second and admire the sight of the girl lying on the sand, waiting patiently for me. It’s a painting drawn by the brush of a mad painter. She’s so delicate that she makes me startle, and I look at her amazed.
I feel like I haven’t lied at all: she truly is beautiful, and I truly love her! This thought doesn’t surprise or scare me. I accept it. I think anyone would love her. Yes, it’s either love or the beautiful beginning of love.
I want to love her here, on this clean and warm sand. I want her to be mine, and I want to be hers. I undress her with trembling hands and try not to make too hasty movements. It’s a spell. Don’t break the spell, man. Slowly. Everything that happens here is too beautiful to rush.
Eva silently helps me remove her clothes. I’m so troubled that I don’t think I could manage it alone.
I kiss her slender neck. My knees find their way between her thighs. What I’m looking for is there, between her thighs. I’ll have it.
“Don’t hurt me,” she whispers in my ear. It’s been too long… Be gentle.”
I nod to show her I understand and bury my mouth in one of her small breasts. It intoxicates me. Each touch makes me more and more dizzy.
Her warm fruit is in my palm. I open it gently, make room for my manhood, then push gently. That’s it! That’s what I wanted. The warmth enveloping me is the sweetest reward.
“Ah!” Eva moans, then screams again: “Ah!”
I enter and exit twice into her deepest femininity, but the girl’s small cry makes me shudder suddenly and moan.
I remain glued to her belly, and my whole body is suddenly shaken. Strong jets of life gush into that hot depth, over and over again.
Is it possible? Already?
I’m exhausted and feel like I’m going… sinking. I open my eyes and gently rest my forehead on the sand, overcome by a dark disappointment. Is that all? Shame, Tiberiu! You promise a lot, but you don’t keep your word. You behaved like a snotty kid.
Eva gently pushes me aside. I sit next to her, lying on my back.
“Sorry!” I stammer half tired, half embarrassed. I don’t know what… I really don’t understand what happened.
“Nonsense,” she says. “Why are you apologizing? It was… okay. Did you enjoy it?
“Mm… yea!”
“And so did I.”
Lies! I know she’s lying. Does she think I’m stupid or what? What a mess! How embarrassing; I’ve made a fool of myself.
“But at least you love me, right?” she asks jokingly. “It’s something.”
“Of course!” I reply, biting my irritated lip. “You’re wealthy. Anyone would love you. Oh, where the hell did I put my underwear? Didn’t you see it?”
“No. I’m going to wash myself,” she apologizes, then gets up.
I remain on the sand with my eyes closed, pale and both literally and figuratively.
This closeness between me and her wasn’t in my plans. I don’t know whether to be happy or to lose my mind.
I’m on an island: I choose to be happy.
But still… what was that? It definitely wasn’t love.
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