“Damn, I want to know what happens, but suddenly, my mind keeps going elsewhere.” His eyes traveled up and down my still-damp body. I walked across the freshly polished wooden floor, leaving wet footprints in my wake. The bedroom was toward the back of the cabin and featured a queen-sized bed with a tall black headboard. A long rectangular window looked out to the yard, where that stone path disappeared into the trees and led to one of the most scenic spots I’d ever been to. Noah had taken me there again to watch the sunset from our perch, from the spot where I’d spilled my heart out to him.

That wasn’t always easy for me. I had trouble sharing my truest emotions, and some of that probably came from being broken up with by Ashley while I was down on one knee. It didn’t ruin me, but it certainly did affect my willingness to be vulnerable.

Not with Noah, though. He made me feel safe and protected. I could trust that he wouldn’t hurt me, same way as I’d never hurt him. That mutual comfort made every moment I spent with Noah a special one.

And I was determined to make these next few moments some of the most special.

“Come here,” I said, dropping my towel and getting on the bed, grabbing his legs and pulling him toward me. He chuckled as I pressed my lips to his, stealing his breath away. His hands immediately started to roam around my body, focusing on my ass, his fingers kneading into the firm globes of muscle. I moaned into his kiss. I could feel him getting hard in his boxers, his cock battling for space with mine.

I gave a thrust, rubbing myself against him. It was his turn to moan, and I greedily swallowed it, kissing my way down his chin, over his jaw, settling on his neck, where I sucked on the tender skin. “Fuck, Noah, I love how you taste. How you feel. I love how hard you get.” I rubbed him through the boxers, the steel rod twitching in my hand.

“How hard you make me, you mean?”

I grinned down at him, his cheeks already getting rosy pink. “Well, I love everything about you,” he said, raking his eyes over my chest, down toward my stiff cock. He reached for it, grabbing me in both hands and giving me a delicious squeeze. “Especially love this.” He licked his lips, eyes glued to me as he stroked, starting at the base and working his way up, increasing the pressure. A drop of precome oozed from the tip. He rubbed his thumb over it, spreading it.

I dropped my head back, letting every muscle in my body relax. He jerked me off, both hands working to worship my cock.