Page 33 of The Soul that Redeems Me
We got back to the lot and we each decided to rinse off in the outdoor shower that was still standing after the storm, a single pole coming out of the ground, no shower head attached. Josh explained they had installed a shower attached to a well a few years ago to rinse off the sand before going into the house. Luckily, it survived so we used the generator to power the pump long enough for us to blast the sand off in the freezing cold water.
We both dropped our suits when we rinsed off, and I found Josh standing with a blanket to wrap me in after I emerged from the cold water, his eyes never wandering too far from my face. Sitting in front of the fire we had kept smoldering, Josh tossed a few big branches on it and got the flames growing again while he cleaned himself and joined me at the fire, a blanket around his chest, wrapping his body in needed warmth.
Jake was going to need a bath, but for now, he was content to lay on top of my feet and snore through another nap. Leaning down, I scratched behind his ear before settling back into my chair to watch the fire.
“He really loves you.” Josh remarked with a smile on his face, his eyes twinkling in the waning afternoon sunlight.
“The feeling is mutual. I always wanted a dog and Jake is about perfect. Except when he drools on my pillow during his nap. That is something I could do without.” I joked, feeling lighter, happier.
“If you want to get dressed, I’ll get dinner started. I need to turn the generator on and we can charge our phones and tablets while it is running.” He told me as he got up, the blanket around his waist slipping, exposing his tight ass before he secured it. Leaning over, he kissed me gently and went into the trailer to put some clothes on.
I walked in behind him, leaning against the doorway as he dropped his blanket and pulled on a pair of black sweatpants and a white sleeveless a-frame t-shirt. The sun had been good to his skin today, the white standing out against his darkened skin, making his tattoos seemed etched deeper into his skin.
He turned to see me observing him and he smirked as he caught my eyes tracing the tattoos that covered his entire back. “Like what you see?” he husked.
Feeling bolder than I ever had, freer and uninhibited, I dropped the blanket I had wrapped around me and stood before him completely naked. His eyes darkened as I observed his hand tighten into a fist before relaxing, his need to gain self-control evident.
I took one step toward him and he raised his hand to stop me. I looked at him, confused before I bent down and retrieved the blanket and hurried to cover myself. Turning to leave the confined space, I felt him grab my upper arm and stop my escape.
He brought my body flush against his, his strong arms pulling me against his hard body, his lips finding my neck as he pushed his stiff length against my ass and whispered into my ear, “I want you so badly, I can taste it. Do not think me stopping you was a lack of want. It was the exact opposite in fact. I want you, Ineedyou, but I can’t control myself when you stand before me, glowing like a goddess.” His hand reached up and massaging my heaving breasts, “I don’t want to rush, and if you had touched me, I wouldn’t have been able tonotmake you come.” His lips pressed under my ear as he nibbled on my neck and tweaked my straining nipples.
I spun in his arms and kissed him, smashing my body against his. Pulling back to look up into his eyes, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He responded as he kissed my forehead, spun me to face the door, and swatted my ass, “Now, get something on before I say fuck dinner and I eat you instead.”
I stumbled out into the quiet night, the stars starting to appear in the inky darkness that was overtaking the day. Making my way into the tent, I dropped the blanket and pulled on my cotton yoga pants and a cami-top, choosing to grab a zip-up hoodie instead of a long sleeve shirt.
He wanted to eat me?
The thought kept repeating over and over in my head, and it was something I wanted to try, desperately. As soon as the words left his mouth, I felt the moisture begin to build between my legs, my inner thighs drenched from need. I had heard girls talk about how good it felt, but I was always afraid of any sexual act so I filed it away as something that would never happen.
Having Josh be so patient with me had allowed me to reclaim my sexuality and desire at a pace I was comfortable with. My libido was playing catch up for the years I pushed it down, suppressing any desire out of trepidation. Being able to explore and know I had the power to make it cease at any moment had given me the confidence that I would be able to share that part of myself with him in the future.
Making my way back to the fire, I watched as Josh cleaned the crab, then seasoned them and tossed them on the grill over the open fire. I had never tried them cooked that way and was eager to experience a new recipe. Twenty minutes later, we are digging into grilled blue crab, fresh asparagus, and a tossed salad.
We joked and laughed about my mishaps with cooking and how Josh had taught himself to cook growing up. His parents enrolled him in a cooking class after they adopted him, and he had continued going until he left for college. He wasn’t classically trained, but he was damn good at what he did know.
After we finished eating, we cleaned up and turned the generator off, plunging us into silence as the sound of the waves crashing on shore floating into the campsite. Josh grabbed a hand crank radio and worked on charging it while Jake and I sat in front of the fire, the warmth seeping in where the cool ocean breeze had settled.
Josh turned the music on low, classical instruments bringing a serene and peaceful feeling into the campsite. I had mentioned to Josh the day we spent exploring New Orleans, all those months ago when we first met, that classical music was a guilty pleasure of mine. The sounds of the baroque music, deep and resonating, staying strong and true through the ages, gave my mind a freedom I couldn’t experience anywhere else.
As he sat down next to me, he took my hand into his and brought it up to his lips, placing a small kiss on my knuckles before intertwining our fingers and exhaling a sigh of contentment. I looked over at him and found myself falling more in love with him with every passing minute.
He knew I was stressed over the past week, and bringing me here, to his peaceful place, showed me another side of Josh I had yet to experience. The completely free and tranquil Josh. We had spent the day in each other’s arms, laughing and enjoying the beauty around us, our troubles washed away with the retreating waves.
Josh stood from his chair and tugged my hand, urging me to join him. Standing up, I found myself lost in his eyes as he wound his strong, tattooed arms around my waist and pulled my body flush against his. I put my hands around his neck and placed my head on his chest as we swayed to the soft sounds of the violins’ and cellos’ delicate notes floating around us.
The steady beat of his heart lulled me further into his embrace as, periodically, he would kiss me on top of my head and squeeze me a little tighter. I pulled away from his chest and pushed up onto my tiptoes so I could kiss him.
Ineededto kiss him.
His soft lips pressed against mine as we slowly rocked back and forth to the old-world music playing in the background. The radio suddenly went silent and we never stopped our embrace. Josh used his tongue to lick my lips, provoking a groan from me that had him slipping his tongue into my mouth, our kiss heating up from sweet to spicy.
He pulled back, our breath choppy, as he slipped his hands under my ass and began to lift me up against him. I wrapped my legs around him as he walked over to the tent and placed me on the soft pallet of blankets he had set up for us. He shushed Jake and zipped the tent as he kneeled down next to me and brought his lips back against mine.
Reaching up, I thread my hand into his short hair, urging him on. He dropped his lips to my neck, whispering in my ear, “What do you want, Emily. Tell me and it’s yours.” As he continued his leisurely assault on my sensitive neck and shoulder.
“I want…” I moaned, desire coursing through my veins, my need for him growing higher.
