Page 30 of Beauty and the Beard

“Yeah,” my voice rumbles, thick with desire. “I’d like that.”

His fingers feather and dance across my chest, teasing over my nipples and smoothing across my abdomen. My breath hitches with each touch. It feels so good to have warm hands on my skin and lips on mine. A body to hold. Someone to share pleasure with.

Someone to make me feel alive again.

My mind spins like a pinwheel in a windstorm. Where do I start? My dick screams that it wants it all. And now. Standing with him in my arms, he squeaks with surprise. I lay him gently on the couch and blanket my body over his.

My beard leaves a strawberry trail across his pale flesh as I head toward the waistband of his skimpy shorts. Slender, but strong fingers brush through my hair and his nails scrape my scalp. A guttural groan leaves my lips.

His back arches and I slide his shorts down his legs. Now completely naked under me, I’m once again frozen. Every damn molecule of him is beautiful. From his charming smile to his slender feet.

My hand shakes as I run it up his thigh.

“Sasha…”

He reaches for me and cradles my face in his palms. His fingers slide into my beard and he leans forward to press his lips softly to mine.

“It’s hard for me to trust people, Leaf.” His breath stutters and he opens his eyes. “But I trust you. Please be gentle with me.”

His chest heaves as he stares at me, naked and so vulnerable.

“Did someone hurt you, Sasha?”

He shakes his head, far too quickly for my comfort.

“Not… not like that.” He swallows hard and pulls me closer. “I trust you. Please.”

A moment passes and my heart goes all kinds of haywire. How could he be hurt so badly that he has to beg me to be gentle? Or does he mean something else? Whatever it is, I know in my bones I would cherish this man more than life itself if he were mine.

“Are you okay here, or do you want the bed? Or the floor?” I smile, thinking of the floor when we’re surrounded by comfortable furniture and I’m rewarded with a smile back. His shine returns and he sits up, hard cock bouncing against his stomach.

“First, you need to be naked. And right here is fine with me.”

We smile and fumble through my clothes. I seem to be wearing too many for a summer night, and once I’m just as naked as he is, he presses against me.

We move in sync. Painfully perfect as we read each other’s sighs and movements like we lived it before. Maybe even rehearsed it.

We’re gentle caresses and demanding pulls. Exploring tongues and breathy moans. Each of us hungry for the other in a way I’ve never experienced before.

We haven’t even laid back down and we’re racing towards mutual orgasms standing naked in the tiny living area of Cabin Three.

“I’m gonna come, Leaf.”

Sasha groans and bites into my shoulder as he sags into me, still thrusting through my loose grip on his cock. His whole body jolts and heaves, and a small cry crosses his lips as he spills into my fist.

“Are you okay?” Hugging him closer, not caring about the cum on my hand, I pry his face away from my shoulder.

He shakes his head again, fighting free, and kisses my neck. His hand still on my dick, he brings me to the edge and I free fall off it. My chest tightens with an abundance of emotions as I clutch him closer to me and spill into his hand with a full body shudder.

Transcendental isn’t the right word. But it’s close. This wasn’t a one-night stand. There’s so much more here crackling under the surface. It scares the shit out of me, but it also excites me—the possibilities we could have with our limited time.

Our ragged pants fill the room and he squeezes onto me harder. Like he’s afraid I might evaporate before his eyes if he lets go.

“Can I help you with a shower, babe?”

He lifts his head from my shoulder, and his sweet smile is a direct hit.

“I’d like that. Can you stay?”

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