Danny rolled me on top and scooped my borrowed coat off my shoulders and down my arms. Then his hands were roving under my sweater and vest top and I groaned at how good they felt: big and strong and warm as they skimmed up my sides and toyed with the straps of my bra, his thumbs brushing the sides of my breasts. They moved down over my jeans, stroking my legs and squeezing my ass with just the right amount of roughness. Meanwhile, I’d half-unbuttoned his shirt and was sliding my palms over his pecs, delighting in the hard curves of him, the warm, muscled solidness of him. We’d missed out on this stage, in the fisherman’s hut, and I was discovering how fun it was.

He pulled my clothes up over my bra and kissed my stomach, then kissed a line up over my breasts, along my throat and up to my lips. We kissed in slow rhythm, only breaking for him to pull my sweater and vest top off completely. He lay back on the bed and pulled me full-length atop him, our faces almost touching. Then his hand snaked down between our bodies. There was a smooth little pop as a button opened and then…oh God, his hand was inside my jeans, his fingers brushing against me through my panties. He gave an experimental rub and watched as my eyes widened and my breathing tightened.

He began a slow circling, caressing my lips with the soft cotton of my panties. I sucked in my breath and unconsciously began to grind my hips. He looked down my body, grinning approvingly at the sight of my denim-clad rump drawing circles in the air. His fingers began to stroke in opposite directions, the middle one sliding forward as the outer two drew back, and I gave a quivering little breath and stared down into his green eyes, utterly helpless.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he told me. “You know I’m crazy about you. Crazy.” His eyes were locked on mine as he touched me, played me, his breathing quickening along with mine as I became soaked. He brought the pleasure spiraling up and up until I was a panting, begging mess and then took me over the edge. I was full-length atop him and he could feel every twitch, every shudder, as I came: it was the most intimate experience I’d ever had with a man, more intimate than sex, somehow, but afterwards, things didn’t feel awkward. They felt light and fun because I trusted him completely.