Josh’s hands slide under the hem of my shirt, his calloused fingertips leaving trails of heat against my skin. The rough texture of his palms contrasts with the gentleness of his touch as he traces the curve of my waist, pulling me closer until I’m pressed against the solid warmth of his chest.
“Pahe,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. The familiar endearment sends shivers down my spine. His hands continue their exploration, mapping every curve and hollow like he’s committing me to memory.
I arch into his touch, my fingers tangling in the soft curls at the nape of his neck. The scent of him surrounds me – soap and sand with a touch of coffee and something uniquely Josh that makes my head spin. His mouth finds that sensitive spot below my ear, and I gasp, tightening my grip in his hair.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice rough with desire. His lips trail down my neck, alternating between kisses and gentle nips that make me tremble. “Of you. Of us.”
When he pulls back to look at me, the intensity in his dark eyes steals my breath. Moonlight streams through the window, casting shadows across the planes of his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw. His pupils are blown wide with desire, but there’s something deeper in his gaze – a tenderness that makes my heart ache.
My hands slide down to trace the muscles of his shoulders, feeling them flex beneath my fingertips. His skin is hot to the touch, like he’s burning from the inside out. When my nails scrape lightly down his back, he makes a sound low in his throat that sends heat pooling in my belly.
“Josh,” I breathe, and his name feels like a prayer on my lips.
He catches my mouth in a searing kiss that makes my toes curl. His tongue traces the seam of my lips before delving deeper, tasting, exploring. One hand tangles in my hair while the other slides down to the small of my back, pressing me closer until I can feel his heartbeat thundering against my chest.
Josh traces the constellation of freckles across my shoulder with reverent fingers. The touch is feather-light but sends shocks of pleasure through my oversensitized skin. His other hand rests possessively on my hip, thumb stroking idle patterns that make me shiver.
“What are you thinking?” I ask, watching the play of emotions across his face.
He smiles, soft and sincere, before pressing a kiss to each freckle he’s just mapped. “That I’m the luckiest man alive.” His lips brush against my skin.
His heart beats steady and strong under my palm. For the first time in my life, I feel completely, utterly safe. Like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
His lips brush against mine again, this time slower, sweeter. The afternoon and evening stretches out before us, full of promises and possibilities.
Our kisses grow heated, longer, filled with craving.
I can feel his hard length press against me, straining against the confines of his board shorts. I reach down, fumbling with the fly, rocking my hips as I free him.
Josh wraps an arm around me, holding me tight as he lifts up to pull a condom from his back pocket.
“Always be prepared,” he says, with a grin.
“What a good boy scout.”
He rips open the wrapper with his teeth and reaches between us to roll it on. With gentle hands, he helps me lift, positioning his cock then guides me down, filling me inch my delicious inch.
“Josh,” I murmur, my head falling back. “You feel so good.”
His mouth finds my neck, sucking my tender skin as his hands cup my breasts, thumbs running over my nipples.
“Ride me.”
The deck lounge beneath us creaks and groans as I move, rising and falling. There’s a twinge of pain and I grimace.
“Hey,” Josh holds me gently. “Pain?”
I nod. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologise.” He shifts until I have space to move. “Get comfortable. I’m not going anywhere.”
My lean forward, cupping his face. “You’re a good guy.”
He grins. “Show me how good.”
Chuckling, I shift positions until everything feels good, then find a rhythm that has me aching.
Josh’s hands drop from my breasts to grip my hips, guiding my movements. We move slowly together, gazes locked. There’s no rush here—this is about connection, love, intimacy.
