“I want this,” I breathe.
“But you’ve never… I’m not exactly the kind of person I’d choose for my first time.”
Turning my face to kiss his hand, I murmur, “Well, I guess I’m smarter than you.”
Dayton barks a laugh before his gaze softens. “You sure about this, Little Leaf?”
“I’ve never been sure about anything in my life. But I’m sure about this. About you.”
“Here?”
“Here,” I breathe. “Anywhere. Any time. Any weather. Any season. As long as you’re you.”
Dayton brushes tears from my cheeks that I hadn’t realized were falling. “A deal. I promise to always be me. And you’ve got to promise me you’ll always be you, okay?”
“It’s a promise,” I whisper.
The smile that crosses Dayton’s face is so beautiful, I swear it could rival the sun. He pulls me flat to his chest, caging me in with his arms, and simply holds me. I close my eyes, feeling the strong beat of his heart.
After a moment, I look up at him. His gaze has shifted from its softness. There’s a hunger there that makes my stomach flip.
Dayton pushes me to the sand, so I land on my back. Then he clambers over me, running his rough and calloused fingersalong my chest. With my body pinned by his muscular legs, I’m completely at his mercy.
He’s going to touch me. He’ll reach down and grab my cock. I can picture it now, his huge hands wrapped around my length, handling me with aggressive strokes.
But he doesn’t. Minute after minute passes with him only rubbing my chest. He flicks a tongue over his lips, and I notice his gaze has shifted again, his moods as changeable as the wind.
Is he…nervous? Nervous to touch me?
Perhaps he thinks I’m fragile, an Autumn leaf easily crumbled. I’ll show him how much I’ve changed since that first night.
I reach underneath the folds of his purple wrap and grasp the base of his cock.
Dayton arches his back and pushes into my grip. I tug on the knot tying the wrap together and pull the cloth free, tossing it to the ground. Dayton springs loose in all his glory, his lower abdomen rippling with muscle, a line of blond hair trailing from his belly button. The sides of his ass are carved like marble.
And hiscock.
Freed from the fabric, it erupts forth, thick and hard. It curves upward, the tip glistening in the moonlight. Blood rushes in my ears, and I have to remind myself to breathe. A million ideas burst inside my head, all the desire I’ve fought down these last few weeks. But he’s right in front of me, his cock as beautiful as he is.
It’s as if freeing Dayton of his clothes has reawakened him. He grabs my hand and directs it to the base of his cock, then covers my fingers with his. Together, we move over his length, stroking up and down. I feel myself panting, heart near breaking through my ribs. I want to know what Dayton’s expression is, but I can’t tear my gaze away from the titanic erection in front of me.
“Fuck,” Dayton growls, increasing our speed. “I love the feel of your hand, Fare.”
Finally, I shift my eyes upward to hold his gaze. His turquoise eyes shimmer. “Let me,” I beg.
He nods and pulls his hand away. Now, I clasp his cock with both my palms, one stacked on top of the other, and start a rhythm. Up and down, each action eliciting a shiver or moan from Dayton. The weight of his body on my hips and the look of pleasure on his face make my cock surge with blood. I grit my teeth, moving faster, wanting to give him more and more?—
I drop his length and sit up on my elbows. Dayton smiles down at me, expression almost drunk. “Wrists hurt?”
“No.” My gaze darts back to his pulsing member, the pearl of moisture on the tip. “I want to try something.”
“We don’t have to move so fast?—”
I push on his chest, guiding him off me and onto the sand. He lies on his back, gaze questioning. “Trust me, Dayton. Can you trust me?”
“Of course,” he breathes.
I kiss him softly on the lips, then work my way down, along his jaw, the thick cords of his neck, his collarbone, over his muscular pectorals. I lick my way along the ridges of his abdomen, tasting dried saltwater. When I get to his hip bones, I suck in a deep breath. His body tenses.
