He rubbed his face, still coughing a little. “I lost my balance.”
“Really? I couldn’t tell.”
He laughed. “Shut up.”
I smiled and he did too. He moved closer to me and put his arms around my waist. We weren’t in any danger of being drowned anymore, so I put my arms around him too. He kissed me, and his lips tasted of salty seawater and sunscreen. His erection pressed my thigh, and I was tempted to pull his trunks off and give him what he wanted. But I decided against it since there were a few people on the beach in the distance.
The surf bumped us around as we slowly made our way to the beach. “Hey, you can’t win them all, right?” I said as my feet finally hit the warm, dry sand.
He dropped to his knees. “Thanks for saving my ass, yet again.”
“My pleasure. I happen to be rather fond of your ass.”
He licked his lips. “Can we please go back to the beach house now?”
I held out my hand to him. “Yes.” I tugged him to his feet, and he fell against me. His wet skin pressed mine, and the feel of him made my heart ache with how much I loved him.
“Thank you for taking the afternoon off to be with me.”
I put my arm around his shoulders, and we started walking in the direction of our little beach rental. “Thank you for almost drowning just to keep me company.”
“My pleasure?” He arched one brow.
We were breathless by the time we made it inside our house. We went upstairs and stripped, and then we both got in the shower together. There was no question we were fucking. I was so horny watching him slide his hands over his wet soapy body—I needed him now. He pushed me against the tile wall, and his mouth covered mine as his hands roved my naked body. Our cocks slid together, coaxing groans from us.
“Shit. I didn’t get a condom,” he rasped, stroking my cock. We always kept lube in the shower, but not condoms.
“That’s okay.” We’d been together seven months now. I wasn’t worried about him cheating on me, and I sure as hell wasn’t cheating on him.
“Yeah?” His eyes buzzed with lust. “I can take you bare?”
“Fuck, yeah. It’s about time.” I turned and faced the wall, aching to have him inside me.
He slipped two fingers between my ass cheeks, sliding over my hole and tearing a whimper from my throat. I arched my back, wanting him inside me so bad I felt light-headed. I heard the click of the lube bottle lid, and then his fingers pressed my anus. I groaned as he pushed two fingers into me, loving the burning glide of his sweet invasion. He worked me with his fingers, pushing in and out until I was trembling with need.
He pulled his fingers from me and slid the slick head of his cock across my entrance, teasing me and driving me nuts. He kicked my feet farther apart and continued to tease me, stroking his cock over my hole.
“Fuck me,” I begged, pressing back against him.
He pushed in, his wide cock feeling like it was splitting me in two. I gritted my teeth as he sank in deeper, my body stretching around his width. He pushed in deeper, inch by inch, claiming me. I pressed my palms to the smooth tiles, my lips parting as he started thrusting.
“Oh, shit,” I wheezed, my body tingling with need. He stroked his hands over my nipples, and I groaned and clenched my ass on his cock.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “So tight.” His hips flexed back and forth, going deeper still. He buried his face in my hair and wrapped his arms around my waist. He started pumping into me hard, almost lifting me off my feet.
I loved the feel of his bare cock inside me, and I panted against the wall of the shower, needing to come. “Yeah, fuck me. Fuck me.”
“I’m gonna come inside you.” His hot breath wafted against the nape of my neck. “You want that?”
I nodded, whimpering as his thrusts picked up pace. “Come in my ass. Come in me.” My cock ached, and I started stroking myself faster and faster. My climax hovered just out of reach, but the pressure of his dick inside me and the squeezing of my fingers was too delicious. I wasn’t going to last. No way.
His arms tightened around me, and his hips stuttered. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming.” His voice was hoarse as he cried out and came inside me. His muscles clenched and his body shuddered as he filled me.
The hot flash of his release sent me over the edge too, and I groaned and came hard, my dick pulsing against the wall, cum splattering the tile and slipping down the drain. My legs almost gave out, but I managed to stay upright. Breathing hard, he rested on me for a few moments. Then he pulled out, and I swiveled around and we hugged.
When I’d been younger and on the streets, I’d never believed I’d be loved. Not really. Sex had just been a means to an end, a way to survive. But now, sex was so much more to me. There was nothing like sharing myself with Tanner. The way he kissed me and touched me made me feel valuable and cherished. His love wasn’t just empty words; he showed me in every word and look that he truly loved me.
“That was perfect,” he whispered.
