He looks around in amazement, taking in the tropical flowers bathed in moonlight, the stone benches that have been here for centuries. There’s a small stone structure where I’ve camped out hundreds of nights over the years. There is a loud crash of water as it falls from the ten-foot-high waterfall into a glittering body of water. “What is this place?”
“It’s my secret garden,” I tell him, locking the gate behind us. “Legend has it this is the island’s fountain of youth.”
He smiles. “And is it?”
I laugh. “I think it just keeps people young at heart if they swim in it.”
“Well, hell, let’s jump in.”
Slipping off my flip-flops, I tell him I’m in. I pull off my sundress and consider what to leave on. This is all new territory.
He pushes off his shorts and pulls off his button-up, and he turns to look at me. “We can skinny dip… or we can not. You pick, birthday girl.”
With Xander and our crew of friends, I’ve skinny dipped tons of times, racing into the ocean after a night of drinking or dancing, or a bonfire — but there is never any sexual tension in those encounters. With my friends, I don’t hold back.
And I don’t want to hold back with Tanner either.
“What are you waiting for?” I unclasp my bra, ease my panties past my hips and run through the jungle floor toward the pond. Stepping over stones, I laugh, the warmth of the summer night cooler than the relentless heat of the day. The weather feels perfect, and so does Tanner — this moment could never be captured by an Instagram post. It’s too big for a picture. My whole heart feels alive as we jump into the water.
I come up for air, a smile on my face, naked and fully aware of how naked Tanner is too. He swims toward me, his arms wrapping around mine. My breasts bob in the water and I lick my lips in anticipation. Longing for another kiss.
His mouth meets mine and we kiss in the water, his cock brushing against my skin. My breasts against his chest. I feel deliciously sexy and utterly desired.
And God, I desire him too.
The night is magic, the full moon casting a glow on the water, and I pull away from him, swimming to the waterfall, standing on a rock and running my hands through my hair, over my face, to keep the water at bay.
“God, you look insane,” Tanner tells me, swimming closer. “So fucking beautiful. Like an island princess.”
My body is hot under his intense gaze, but I don’t look away — I meet his stare. “You like all of me?” I’m naked before this chiseled man, and he looks at me as if he wants to lick every inch of my skin.
“Every single bit,” he growls, climbing up on the rock, his cock hard between his legs, and I want to run my hands over him the way he’s running his hands over me. He squeezes my breasts, kissing them, then my nipples. “God, your tits are fucking perfect, Twila.” His tongue circles my nipples, his cock pressing against me harder now, and my pussy craves more.
I’m so wet for him, for this — what’s to come. “I don’t want to be a virgin come morning,” I tell him.
“Good, because I’m planning on making you mine.”
I moan as his hand slips between my legs, my pussy wet as his fingers enter me, and I gasp, the pleasure both new and intoxicating.
“I don’t want you to slip on this rock, baby,” he tells me. “How about we find somewhere to lie down?”
I nod. “The stone building, it has pillows and a mattress. We can go there.”
He cups my cheeks with his hand, kissing me again, his hand on my ass as he draws me closer. My whole body is hot with want, and he must understand my growing need.
He takes my hand, his other hand on my curvy hip, and helps me past the waterfall, toward solid ground. I grab my tote bag and he picks up our clothes and shoes before we run toward my old clubhouse.
“This place is seriously incredible,” he says as I spread out the clean blankets, then root around an old wooden crate for a battery-operated lantern.
I click it on and hang it from a hook in the ceiling. It’s not very bright, but it sheds enough light for me to untwist the cap from the wine bottle and pour us glasses.
“Cheers,” I say, handing him one and reaching for a blanket to drape around my body as we sit down on the mattress. I am suddenly very aware of how utterly naked we are. His cock… in the lamplight… it looks huge. I bite my bottom lip, a pulse of want rising within me.
“You don’t have to cover yourself,” Tanner says. “I love the way you look naked.”
I take a sip of the wine, letting his words wash over me. “I like the way you look naked too.”
He takes a drink of his wine, then takes both our cups, setting them on the small table next to the bed. “Did you used to sleep out here as a kid?” he asks.
“I was too scared of the dark… I used to pretend this was my fort. When I got older though, I would. Eventually I dragged this old matters out here with my friend Xander’s help. We must have camped out here a hundred times.”
“So I’m not the first boy you’ve share this bed with?” Tanner asks with a smile. “Must admit to being jealous about that.”
I move closer to him, setting my hand on his chest, making my intention crystal clear. “I suppose he was the first boy — but Tanner, you’re the only man.”
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Tanner
Her beauty takes my breath away, and her innocence has me craving all
