Page 20 of Fluttering Heart

His brown hair is a mess and his soft cheeks—the ones I suspect never grow a beard—are calling my name.

But I resist.

I keep staring at him—a little creepy, I know—as my brain begins functioning properly.

I freaking loved making him come last night, and the way he just gave himself over to pleasure was so fucking satisfying.

Then he showed me the greatest display of trust by falling asleep right then and there. At least it is for me.

I’m a light sleeper, and falling asleep for me is always hard in new environments—unless I’m drunk—or with new people.

It was super easy falling asleep next to Lou after I wiped him down and brought him close so I could cuddle him. I had the best damn sleep of my life.

Eventually, he stirs and his eyes open right up. I can tell he’s a morning person by how alert he is right away. I don’t mind that, it makes me smile.

“Morning, Lou,” I murmur, and since I don’t know how he feels about morning breath, I resist leaning in for a kiss.

“Good morning,” he says with a content smile. “Oh, God,” he groans. “Sorry, I fell asleep, I?—”

“Hey, it’s okay,” I tell him. “I told you last night was all about you and I have zero issues with that.”

“Do you really?” he asks, dubiously and rises to lean on his elbow.

“I swear,” I tell him and cross my heart.

“How about shower hand jobs?” he asks after a moment, and the light of happiness is back in his eyes. I love seeing it.

I spring up and out of bed.

“Race you to the shower.” And I’m running, hearing his delighted laughter and then his hurried footsteps behind me.

He kisses me as soon as he catches me and yeah, I don’t have a problem with morning breath either.

I turn on the shower, and we don’t waste a single second getting in and covering each other with the shower gel that either Lou brought from back home or he bought here.

Once we’re covered in suds and away from the spray, Lou reaches down and grips my erection tightly, just how I like it, and starts stroking me slowly.

“I loved last night, don’t get me wrong. But boy am I going to enjoy it when you finally get inside me.”

“Ungh,” I groan, and drop my head to rest on top of his. “That’s so good,” I moan. Then I get my shit together and reach for his hard-as-a-rock cock and stroke him fast.

I know it’s a contrast, but the way he’s working me over, I’m gonna be spilling all over his hand in no time, so I have to get him there too.

Iwantto get him there too.

Only thing better than my own orgasm would be to share it with my cutie.

And it’s only about four minutes later that we both go over the edge and have to lean on each other to stay upright.

I shift us around so we’re under the spray, then quickly clean us both up again.

* * *

When we meethim in one of the Resort’s restaurants, Beau tells us he found something he wants to do today and asks me to trust him.

I do, with absolutely everything except his own well-being... actually, only with his emotional well-being. He’s a damn good fireman and knows what he’s doing when he’s out on jobs, so I trust him there too.

I pass over the keys to the G-Wagon without hesitation and laugh out loud when I realize where he brought us.

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