Page 10 of Donner

"Neither had I!" I sighed. "I know. It's silly to get worked up over the simple things in life, but if they don't make us happy, nothing will."

"It's not silly."

I glanced up at the underside of Beau's stubbled chin. He looked like he wanted to say more, but then he glanced down, and our eyes locked. I was caught in his gaze, never wanting to look away.

"I very much like getting worked up over simple things."

"Oh? Like what?"

"Like this." He tipped his chin down and took my bottom lip in his mouth, biting down hard enough to send sparks of desire through me. "You still taste like strawberries."

"I had a very late breakfast," I confessed. "It was well past lunchtime."

"What would you like for dinner?"

I shook my head. "I don't want to think about food right now. Simple things, remember?"

"Hmm." He kissed me for real this time, his hand sliding into my wet hair, holding me in place while he plundered my mouth with his tongue. I slid my tongue against his, noticing the difference in texture. Mine was smooth, while his was rough, like a cat's. He tasted like coffee and sunshine, though that could have been the surrounding air. I leaned into him, letting my hands explore all the places I'd wanted to before. His muscles rippled beneath my touch. When I reached his nipples, he moaned as the flesh pebbled and hardened to points. I didn't stop there, continuing to explore lower.

With a grunt, Beau pulled me onto his lap, my legs straddling his. Our mouths parted with the motion, and Beau looked down my smooth chest to the triangle of purple trapped in the waistband of my shorts.

"Um," I shimmied and dropped my hands to my hips, hoping I could pull the shorts back up before he noticed.

Beau stopped me with his large hands over mine. He followed the waistband to my cock. Without touching me, he flipped the elastic band up and over my rebellious cock head.

"Thank you."

"It's not that I don't want to see your cock," he said. "I want it to be on your terms, when you're ready to show it to me."

I snorted against his neck, too embarrassed to sit up and look into his beautiful brown eyes again. "Would I be a horrible person if I said I'd love to show it to you now?"

"I don't think you could be a horrible person if you tried."

That was the kindest thing anyone had ever said to me, and he was still a virtual stranger.

As he spoke, Beau lifted my chin so I met his gaze. His pupils were dark and shiny as he brought his mouth to mine in a crushing kiss. I wriggled as close to him as I could get against the curve of the tub. He was taller than me, which allowed him to shift his ass to the edge of his seat, providing more room for my knees behind him. He thrust against me, giving me the contact I craved, his cloth-covered cock against mine. The movement pulled my shorts down that little bit again. I sucked in a breath as the warm water jetted over my tip.

"I'm going to take these off."

I stood in the middle of the tub. Even in the temperate evening air, my skin prickled from the relative cold. As fast as I could, I stripped off my swimming trunks and sank back to a crouch in the water, waiting for a sign from Beau that he wanted me back in his lap. His hands remained at his hips beneath the churning water.

"May I do the same?" he asked.

I nodded, almost choking on a hard swallow. I wanted more of him. It was nice to see he wanted me, too. His cock was as dark as his tan. The ruddy tip slipped from his foreskin, but the churning water still hid some of his beauty from me. "Stand up," I said. "Please?"

We both stood at the same time, taking each other in until my skin prickled with the temperature difference. I fell to my knees on the seat beside him, worshiping his long girth, first with my gaze, then with as tight a grip as I could muster from his base to his tip. He was longer and thicker than me, which was to be expected, I supposed. He was about a foot taller than me, too.

Instead of looking at me like I was a bite-sized snack, Beau gazed at me like I was something to be treasured. To make it easier on me, he climbed onto the seat beside me and sat on the edge of the jacuzzi with his legs draped into the water. I shifted to the same seat.

He cupped my cheek with his hand and wiped away the water droplets splashed on my face from all the movement.

"Can I have a taste?" I asked.

He spread his legs to give me better access, and I scooted closer until my thighs were flush against the side of the jacuzzi. I took my time laving him, tasting the saltwater from the jacuzzi and his own bittersweet mixture. My chin dipped into the water as I repositioned him, wrapping my hand around his base and stroking him as I lazily circled his cockhead with my tongue. I teased at his foreskin, not quite docking inside it, but giving it plenty of attention.

He clamped onto my shoulders, and his legs started to shake. I loved being able to sense how close he was. I'd brought him to the edge, and he was struggling to hold on. I also appreciated his control since he wasn't trying to shove his cock down my throat.

I let my free hand trail to his balls, teasing them while I hollowed my cheeks and took him to the back of my throat.

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