He looks me straight in the eye, leans in to kiss me again, harder this time. Hungry. “I want you, Paulina,” he murmurs against my mouth. Right before he catches my lower lip between his teeth, bites down gently.

I glance over his shoulder. Up toward the cabins.

I know I shouldn’t. I know that, but that’s only my brain speaking, and right now, my brain is not in control.


“I want to fuck you.” Josh nips along my jaw, sucks my earlobe into his mouth and traces his tongue along my lobe. At the same time, his fingers slide beneath my panties for the first time. Trace over my mound, along the edges of my legs. Around my pussy, but not quite touching me. Not yet. “I want to feel my cock inside your hot, wet pussy.” Only then does he spread my lips. Trace one finger slowly my slit and around the edges of me. He grins, and I can feel that grin against my cheek, his stubble sharp on my skin, sending a shiver down my spine and into my belly. “You’re wet for me, aren’t you Pau?”

In response, I spread my legs and arch toward his finger. Let him press between my lips and feel the slick juices around my pussy. He swirls his finger through them, and I moan, my voice low and throaty. “Fuck. Josh.”

He leans back to smirk down at me. The moonlight catches his eyes, makes the mischief in them spark. “Was that a request?”

“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper. I reach down to slip one hand below the waistband of his boxers. Trace the outline of his cock. He’s thicker than I imagined. I run my finger along his length, savor the way he shudders against me as I measure him. Fuck, he’s huge. Will I be able to take him?

I want to try.

“I want your cock inside me,” I murmur into his neck, my lips on his hot skin, insatiable. I can’t get enough of him. Of the way he tastes, the way he smells. “I want to feel you take me, fuck me, Josh.”

He grins down at me. “Impatient, Pau.” He flattens his palm against my stomach. Slowly inches it downward, taking my panties down. He slides them down to my knees, then spreads my legs, while I try to push his boxers off too. He grabs my wrists and gently pins my hands to the grass on either side of me, smirking. “Wait your turn,” he whispers.

Then he bends to kiss my stomach. He lets his tongue dip into my belly button for a moment, trails it along my hips. Pushes my knees farther apart, and licks along the crease where my thighs meet my hips, first one, then the other. Slow and torturous, teasing. He releases my wrists, and I run my hands through his hair. Gently untangle the knots I find, scratch my nails across his scalp. Then his tongue reaches my pussy, and he flicks it across my clit once, quick and hard. I tighten my grip, dig my fingers into his hair.

He peers up at me, that smile still on his face. “You taste as amazing as I always imagined,” he murmurs. Before I can ask what he means by that, he pushes his tongue between my lips, delves into my pussy. I gasp and let my head fall back, the grass is damp and cool, a sharp contrast to his hot mouth.

He licks me in slow, strong strokes, along my slit, pushing into my pussy between every lick. Every now and then he slides up to flick his tongue across my clit again, and every time it sends a jolt of electricity throughout my body. I tense and jump against him, until finally he laughs and presses his whole mouth over my mound and clit. His tongue collides with my clit directly now, as he sucks on it, licks it hard and fast, his tongue drawing me straight to the brink of an orgasm, faster than I can fathom. It makes my head spin, my whole body swim.

My mouth parts in a silent cry as the orgasm hits, and I arch my hips up into his mouth, dig my hands into his hair as he keeps licking at me, my whole body shaking from the force of the orgasm. When the peak finally starts to settle, I look down to find Josh grinning up at me, sliding along my body until we’re nose-to-nose again. This time I pull him down into a kiss, part my mouth to taste his tongue, catching the taste of myself mingled with his mouth, his scent, and it’s hot as hell.

He pulls away just far enough to push my hair back from my eyes, gaze down at me with something like a wondering smile on his mouth. “God you taste so fucking good.” He smirks and kisses me again to emphasize that point, and I lose myself in him again. I run my hands down his back, explore his body. “I want every inch of you, Paulina.”

“Then take it,” I whisper. But I want more of him, too—I want his skin against mine, nothing between us. I pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside, pull him back down onto me, even as I tug at his boxers with my free hand.

He pauses to yank my panties the rest of the way off. Then he takes his time running his hands up my thighs, over my hips, along my body as he pulls my shirt off as well. “God, you are perfect,” he murmurs, as he dips to kiss my clavicle, run his tongue along my collarbone.

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