Page 9 of Voyeur

When I had calmed down a bit, Stephen plated the burgers, topping them with generous portions of tomato, mustard, and lettuce. We sat on the deck and wolfed them down, enjoying the sound of the birds in the trees while we ate.

Something about the events of the night before, combined with spilling the story about Ben to him, made me feel safe and comfortable around Stephen. It felt like we’d known each other for years, even though we’d practically just met.

I spilled a dollop of ketchup on my hoodie. Stephen playfully tugged it off of my body. “Maybe we should get this cleaned up,” he said with a wink.

But he didn’t move to take my shirt inside. Instead, he crooked his finger at me. “You should take off the pants, too.”

“Only if you take off yours,” I said.

Then one thing led to another, and before I knew it, we were both completely naked, drenched in sunshine, sprawled on the wooden planks of his deck.

“Now, let’s finish what we started last night,” he whispered in my ear, sending shivers up my spine. “That is, if you still want to.”

“Oh, believe me, I want to,” I breathed.

He lay down on the deck and pulled me on top of him. With nothing between us, I sank slowly onto his stiff, hard cock, gasping as he filled me up.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned and started rocking on top of him. My knees would be bruised later from where they ground against the deck, but in that moment all I could feel was him. I looked up in ecstasy at the clear blue sky, then down into his eyes that were the same color.

“God, Kylie, you’re so sexy,” he breathed, cupping my breasts in his big hands.

When we were both close to climaxing, I stopped him.

“Wait,” I gasped, slowing him down.

He stopped moving. “What is it?”

“I’ve been dying to try out that hot tub,” I said wickedly.

“Now?” he asked, incredulously.

I hopped off him and sauntered over to the hot tub, then lowered myself slowly in. Then I leaned forward over the edge, so my ass was facing Stephen and my breasts were pressed against the deck.

“Come on in. The water’s really nice,” I said huskily.

Stephen quickly hit a button on the tub to start the bubbles, then climbed in after me. He gripped me by the waist and slid into me from behind.

“Oh…my God,” he moaned, as he slammed into me over and over.

The sensation of the bubbles and hot water, combined with the new position, sent me over the edge. I cried out as I climaxed, loving that I could scream as loud as I wanted outdoors, and no one would hear me.

Stephen came right after me, and we sank down side by side in the hot tub, breathing heavily. He pulled me onto his lap in the water, and wordlessly stroked my hair while gazing into my eyes. It was a perfect moment, snuggled up with the most delicious man I’d ever been with, in this hot tub in the woods.

I’d almost completely forgotten about Ben.

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