Deborah looked up from the fish she was eating, and blushed at Jacks heated glance. Ducking her head, the image of them laying naked on the sand flashed vividly through her mind. She could still feel the sand pressing into her skin, the sun warming her body, Jack's strong arms holding her so close.

She'd dozed off, waking on a soft blanket in the back of the airplane. Alarmed, she'd sat up, her heart beating franticly in her throat, as she struggled to remember where she was. Calming, she stood up, her pale skin gleaming in the dimly lit interior, and began searching for something to wear. All she found was one of Jacks soft cotton t-shirts on the floor next to her, and in the absence of anything else, Deborah slipped it over her head, before exiting the plane, blinking sleepily in the setting sun.

Jack, a pair of boxers clinging to his lean hips, was bent over a crude fire, cooking something. Her arms crossed self-consciously over her breasts, Deborah padded over to him, clearing her throat softly. Looking up, Jack's eyes gleaming roguishly in the firelight.

"Mornin' luv." he said, strolling over to her and pulling her into his arms. "Did you have a nice nap?"

Deborah nodded, embarrassment disappearing in the strong shelter of his arms.

"I'd prefer if you answer me verbally." Jack said softly, command threaded through his tone.

"Yes." Deborah croaked. Jack gave her an approving pat on the bottom, before turning back to the fire. Deborah shivered at the sudden absence of his arms

"I went ahead and made dinner tonight. You needed the sleep, it's been a long day," he said over his shoulder. "Why don't you have a seat, it'll be ready in a second."

"Where are my clothes?" Deborah whispered, her cheeks warm as she tugged on the hem of Jacks shirt.

"I dunno," Jack said with a shrug of his broad shoulders. "Probably where we left them." He looked up and smiled charmingly, "But I like you in my shirt, baby."

"I don't think so." Deborah laughed, heading over to find her clothing. She stopped abruptly as Jacks large hand curled around her elbow.

"I said, I like you in my shirt." he repeated, steel running through his voice, charming smile gone. Deborah's wide eyes flashed up at him, and she trembled, fearful of angering this man she'd been stranded with.

"But, Jack." she protested softly. "I'm not wearing any panties or anything. If I sit down . . ." Her voice trailed off uncomfortably.

Jacks teeth gleamed briefly in the twilight. "Exactly." he purred, pulling her to him until her nipples barely brushed his chest. "I like having you available." A hand slid suggestively down her back. "Exposed."

Deborah's face burned brighter. She knew that there was no point in pulling away, so pushing her pride aside, she forced herself to plead. "Please, Jack."

"No."

Angrily, Deborah looked up at him, and opened her mouth to argue, but closed it at the look in his stubborn tilt to his jaw. "Fine." she bit out, her back rigid, her chin tilted angrily away from him. Jack slowly released her arm, his eyes watchful, the sighed as she stalked over to the plane, intent on spending the evening in the privacy of the cop pit.

Rolling his eyes in exasperation, Jack stalked over to her, and pulled her to him again, ignoring the rigid cast of her spine.

"Why are you making such a big deal out of this?" he whispered seductively in her ear, his palm sliding up to cup her heavy breast. "There isn't a place on your body that I haven't touched, claimed." A thumb brushed her sensitive nipple. "Made mine."

Deborah gasped angrily at his blatant manipulation, and struggled to free herself. Enjoying the feel of her wiggling against him, Jack pressed a hot kiss to the delicate line of her jaw, before moving his mouth to her ear.

"I like knowing that that your sweet little body is accessible, that I can touch you, see you whenever I want you." he whispered, his knee slipping between her legs, a wide palm on her ass, holding her there, her core rubbing on her leg.

With a small moan of defeat, Deborah succumbed to the mastery of his touch, her traitorous body coming to life under his. Moisture dewing in her pussy, she whimpered her surrender. Sucking her earlobe into his mouth, Jack bit gently before letting it go.

Jerkily, her pulse beating heavily in her throat, Deborah wrapped her arms around his neck, her mouth parted for the hot possession of his.

"Good girl." Jack crooned, rewarding her with hot kiss, before slowly releasing her. Smugly he caught her when her knees gave out, helping her to steady herself. "Dinner's going to burn," he said with at the questioning look in her eyes.

Eyes glazed with desire, Deborah watched him walk back to the fire. 'Who the hell gives a damn about dinner?' she thought, her pussy throbbing, desperate for Jack's touch.

As if in a fog, she followed him, spooning fish onto a tin dish that Jack had unearthed from somewhere. Knees pressed primly together, she sat down on a folded canvas chair he'd placed by the fire for her.

Woodenly spooning the fish into her mouth, her face began to burn in humiliation as she realized how easily Jack had manipulated her to his will. Crouching next to the fire, Jack began shoveling food into his mouth, his burning eyes rarely leaving hers. Soon, he knew, she'd sit there with her legs spread wide, ready and willing for his touch. Soon she wouldn't argue with him, she'd know better. Soon he'd own her more than her body; he'd own her heart, her soul.

"Tomorrow we need to start looking for a fresh water spring," Jack said conversationally. "Our water supply won't last for forever. Once we've got water, I can build us a shelter near by."

Deborah nodded, embarrassed that she hadn't thought of anything but the lust Jack evoked in her. "That sounds good," she said quietly, really looking around the clearing for the first time.

Plastic jugs of water were lined up neatly by the trees. On the sand was a long spear; similar to ones that Deborah had seen in a documentary on the Discovery Channel. She hadn't watched much of the show, but she recalled that they were an old way of catching fish. A man would stand still in the water and spear his dinner when it swam by. There were also some minor camping things around; an unlit kerosene lamp, a flint and stone, and some drift wood that Jack had collected for their fire.

Surprised Deborah realized that she'd finished all the food on her plate. She must have been hungrier than she'd thought. "What do I do with the dishes?" she asked quietly.

"There's a tub over there with ocean water in it." Jack said. "Get them as clean as possible, then dry it off. We're not using any of the fresh water until I know that there's a plentiful supply."

Deborah stood up, grabbed her plate and the heavy cast iron skillet Jack had cooked dinner in, and carried them over to the tub. While she was busy with the dishes, Jack puttered around the site, stowing cargo back in the plane, and getting their site ready for the night.

Finished, Deborah put the dishes and the skillet with everything else in the plane, and then went back to the fire to warm herself. A twinkle in his eye, Jack sneaked up behind her, and pulled her into his arms.

"Bed time." he announced, his hard cock pulsing insistently at the feel of her in his arms.

"But I'm not tired!" Deborah protested.

"I never said anything about sleeping." Jack chuckled, bending over effortlessly to lift her into his arms. Deborah screeched as the ground tilted from under her, helpless in his arms.

"Jack!" she scolded, her arms wrapping around his neck for security. Chuckling, Jack effortlessly lifting her into the plane, and then climbing in behind her. Pulling her trembling body to his, he set his mouth to hers. Deborah let out a sigh; her body felt as though it had found it's other half. Adoringly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her back arched submissively into his.

Sliding his hand under his shirt Jack boldly cupped her sweet ass, his fingers sliding into the crack. Deborah sighed, her hands gripping him tightly, mouth open to the ravishment of his.

Gently lowering her to their makeshift bed, his hands sliding from under her to her breasts, cupping them urgently. Deborah whimpered in need as his rough palms brought her nipples even more painfully to attention. Jack lifted up long enough to yank his shirt up over her head, before lowering his mouth to hers again. One impatient hand slid down her body to the apex of her thighs, a callused finger slipping between the slippery petals of her sex.

Deborah groaned, and spread her thighs further, desperate for anything to appease the wanton urges of her body. One arm slid from his neck, and she reached down his body, wanting to give him the same joy he was visiting on her, stopping just short of her target, remembering his warning from that morning.

Jack made an approving noise in his throat, and then nuzzled her neck. "Do you want to touch me?" he whispered.

"Yes." she whimpered, her fingers closed in a fist to keep them from reaching for him.

"Ask." he coaxed. "Tell me what you want."

"Please." Deborah choked out. "I want to touch your cock, I want to feel it in my hand."

Pleased with her response, Jack kissed her ear. "Yes."

Eagerly Deborah reached out and slid her hand under the elastic waistband of his boxers. A thrill traveled down her spine as she held it in her hand for the first time. Her eyes widened at its breadth, her dainty palm barely able to wrap around it. Jack groaned encouragingly as she began to eagerly caress it, sliding from the hard tip to the base and back up again.

Eagerly Deborah pushed at his shorts, wanting him as naked as she. Pulling his fingers from where they were buried deep in her cunt, Jack tore his clothes from him, leaving them in a pile by the bed, his mouth still devouring hers.

Growing desperate for the sanctuary of her pussy, Jack slid between her restless thighs, then reached down to pulling one hand up over her head, where the other quickly joined it. One large hand held her there, as he pushed his hard cock deep into her wet pussy, their groans mingling together as he filled her.

Enveloped in the moist heat of her body, Jack held himself still, desperately pulling air into his lungs as he fought for control of his body. When he was sure he could hold out, he began to slowly move his hips, wringing a moan from her as he withdrew from her clinging warmth, leaving just the head of his cock in her.

Wrapping her legs around his lean hips, Deborah eagerly tried to entice him back to her, urgently sliding the wet folds of her sex over his hard cock. Jack held himself there for a moment, allowing a small smile to cross his face at the increasingly urgent whimpers Deborah was making, before surging back into her, sending a streak of liquid fire through her body.

Deborah cried out, her back arched in desperation, as she climbed towards her peak, striving for release from the sweet torment he was supplying. Jack set a ruthless pace, his thrusting hips pushing her toward her peak and then watched her as she fell over, her body shuddering as her release blossomed in her, building and growing, pulling another cry from her.

No sooner did her body begin to relax then he slid a finger to her clit, gently rubbing it, pushing her higher, wringing another cry from her, neck arched as she rode this orgasm.

Gasping for air, Jack pulled himself from her, wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock, and applied pressure. Waiting for her to regain her senses, he laid down next to her, watching her beautiful face. A few moments later, her eyelids fluttered, before opening, confusion in their depths.

"Jack?" she said huskily, her hand coming out to gently touch his cheek.

"The night is still young." Jack said, his hand coming out to cup her head possessively, and tilted her head to his. "And it's your turn."

Understanding dawning, Deborah smiled delightedly, a sensual tilt to her lips, her hand moving down to waiting cock. Her hand suggestively pushed his shoulder and Jack rolled over on his back, Deborah following eagerly.

"You got me all sticky." Jack said throatily, "Don't you think you should clean me up now?"

Shock flashed through Deborah's eyes, and then heated knowledge. Licking her lips sensually, she smiled. "Yes, Jack." she whispered wickedly.