Daniel moves me backward, step by step, until I walk into something. The side of the hot tub, and then he’s grabbing me, hoisting me, pushing my legs wide and stepping in between them as I throw an arm around his neck, trying to keep my balance.
“I won’t drop you,” he teases, nuzzling his face along mine “Probably.”
“Don’t,” I gasp. “My phone’s in my pocket, and I can’t go through two in one month.”
Daniel just laughs and wraps one strong arm around my back, holding me in place while he pushes my legs wider with the other hand, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my upper thigh, roaming beneath the hem of my shorts.
“I forgot to tell you the real reason I found this place,” he says, his voice rough, deep. “And it hasn’t got shit to go with the view.”
“Don’t tell me there’s a secret sex dungeon,” I say.
“Better,” he says. “We’re smack dab in the middle of a hundred acres of private property with no one else on it.”
He kisses me hard, our tongues tangling. His fingers find the crease of my thigh, the leg of my panties, and they slide underneath.
“So you can indulge your exhibitionist tendencies all you want,” he says. “You can spend the whole weekend naked outdoors, and I sure wouldn’t mind.”
“Is it as much fun if we can’t get caught?” I tease.
His body is up against mine, his hard cock right against my heat, the friction of the denim between us almost unbearable.
“I guess we’ll have to find out,” he says, and in that instant his thumb slides under my panties and finds my clit. I jolt. He catches me before I fall into the water, holds me tight against him. I cling to him, roll my hips, grind myself against him and listen to the soft groan that escapes him.
It lights me. I’m dry brush, the forest floor after a long drought, and he’s a spark. In moments I’m aflame, ravaged, the heat racing through me like a wildfire.
I grab his wrist, pull his hand out of my shorts before he can stop me, push him back from the hot tub and hop down.
“No?” he says, a devilish smile on his face as he pushes forward again, pinning me against the side of the hot tub. “We’re engaged and suddenly I can’t get you off on the side of the hot tub, should I be worried?”
“Maybe,” I tease, finding the thick ridge of his cock under the zipper of his jeans and sliding my palm along it. Daniel groans, louder this time, and I twist my other hand in his shirt, drawing him in. “Next thing you know I’m going to be all baking, sewing, and sex only on Saturday nights.”
“It wouldn’t work,” he says. I slide my palm down again, hard, the friction sending sparks through my whole body. “I’d find some way to seduce you, even on a school night.”
I pull him closer, kiss him, his hands sliding under my shirt.
“How?” I ask, biting his lower lip between my teeth.
He grinds his hips against me and a thrill rocks through my body. Before I know it, I’m pulling at the button on his jeans, getting it undone, fumbling for the zipper.
“Just like this seems to work,” he says. “Kiss you. Tell you I love you.”
He undoes the clasp on my bra and in one movement, pulls both that and my shirt over my head so I’m suddenly topless in the evening air, my nipples puckering.
“Very romantic,” I murmur.
“Tell you I want you to ride me like a wild mustang,” he says. “And if that doesn’t work, I’m out of ideas.”
I pull the zipper down and his cock springs out, still half-constrained in boxers. I wrap my hand around it, stroke, feel the muscles in his whole body tense and relax.
I grab his shirt, pull it off, kiss him again with my hand stroking his cock and he moans into my mouth, primal and guttural. I pull his boxers down until we’re skin-to-skin and he groans again, digs his fingers into my sides.
We kiss again and I want him, and I don’t want to wait, I want to turn around and bend over this hot tub and let him bury himself in me until I’m seeing stars, until I’m shouting his name into the wilderness. I want to tell him to come inside me so that I don’t have to sacrifice a second of us, even if it’s risky, because I want him with a desire so deep I can’t fathom it.
I don’t. I kiss his neck, his shoulder. I drop to my knees and before his hands have even wound through my hair, I’ve got the head of his cock in my mouth, sucking, swirling my tongue around the thick ridge, swallowing his salty precum.