“I made dinner and was coming to get you for that, but I like where this is going instead.”
His hands already tug at my shorts, and I slip out of my fishing vest. Ethan is the most enthusiastic partner I’ve ever had. Not that I’ve had dozens or anything, but Ethan is by far the one who brings the most fun to sex.
“Get naked,” I whisper against his lips as I back him up to the patio lounger. “On your stomach.”
His entire body shivers as he groans and does what I ask.
“I love it when you put the quiet cowboy away for a while.”
“Why’s that?” I ask as he throws himself on the lounger and spreads his legs. How did I get this lucky?
“Because it’s hot when you tell me what to do during sex, but make me choose what’s for supper all the time. I love how, ahhh…fucccckkk…” Ethan trails off when my tongue meets his hole, and he stops explaining what I do to him.
I know what I do to him, and I’ll do it every day if he lets me. Which surprised me somewhat. He calls me his quiet cowboy, and that’s mostly true. But with Ethan, I’m so comfortable that I just step up and tell him where I want him or what I want him to do. He never complains. He loves it just as much as I do.
My hands grip his cheeks and spread him apart while holding him down because Ethan can sometimes forget that his ass smashing against my nose causes damage when he bucks like an unbroken horse.
“God, Colt,” he huffs into the lounger. “I’ll stay still. I promise.” He reaches back to spread his cheeks. “Give me more. Please.”
Hoping he keeps his promise, I add my thumb with my tongue and listen to the soft waves against the beach that pair nicely with Ethan’s muffled moans into the cushion. Somehow, I don’t think we can add a line about how hot sex can be outside on the private patios into his article. It’s a shame. People should know it’s amazing.
“Colt…” he whines in the tone that I know means he wants it all. My gaze darts around until I find the bottle smushed between cushions. Perhaps we’ve spent too much time out here if we’ve left the lube between the lounger cushions.
My fingers slide in slowly as I tease him a little. “I love it when you do this, Ethan,” I whisper as I lean down to kiss his shoulder. “I love it when you just give it all like this. You’re so beautiful.”
His answer to my words is more rapid breathing and pullinghis knees in to lift himself up. Normally, I’d work him over until he has at last one orgasm first, but today I’m impatient. I want to be buried in the man I love as the last light of the day slips away into night.
Ethan must pick up on this. His hand reaches back to guide my cock, and I press forward until he keens, arching his back and reaching behind to grab my ass and pull me tight against him.
My arm wraps around his chest, holding his body against me as I bury myself in him. Ethan struggles out of my grip so he can ride me, pushing himself back on my cock so hard I need to reach somewhere to find leverage so I don’t fly off the back of the lounger. His speech is barely coherent, just a constant stream of cuss words and moans with a few ‘I love you’s’ thrown in.
He’s so perfect, and I’m so lucky.
“Ethan.” My palm pushes him hard between the shoulder blades until his cheek hits the cushion. He grips the sides of the lounger as I let the wave of pleasure race through me and empty into him with a loud groan.
“Colt! Fuck!” His orgasm hits him as he shouts my name. I collapse against his back, completely limp and exhausted. It was fast, but damn, it was good.
A day fishing in the sun followed by intense sex is a sure way to fall asleep at the drop of a hat. My eyelids droop while draped across his back.
“Cowboy…get up.”
Ethan wiggles with a laugh, and I push myself up. My spent dick slides free, and Ethan twists around to face me.
“Outdoor shower?”
“Sounds good.”
It’s just a shower head beside the pool with a privacy wall. It’s more like a rinse station, but it works. Ethan set towels outearlier, and after handing me one, I wrap it around my waist as he disappears inside to get whatever food he prepared.
My phone still sits on the patio table from this morning. Ethan came out when I caught my first fish of the day and took photos for me. Opening my text string with Chris, I send him a photo and tell him which fly I used.
He immediately texts me back with a fish he caught today while fishing in the Florida Keys. I can’t wait to get back to Chance this summer for some guided fly-fishing trips and to catch up with Chris in person. I’m loving this life, but I need the fresh mountain air and a quiet stream soon.
“I don’t know if you want butter, but I melted some just in case.” Ethan places a large platter of food down at the table along with the aforementioned butter.
“This looks amazing. Is this lobster? When did you have time to prepare all this?”
Heaps of lobster meat and fresh vegetables fill the tray. Fruit slices, crackers, and breads. “I can multitask.” He plants a quick kiss on my lips. “I have a surprise.”
