We checked in just after noon. The beach house sat like a secret at the end of a winding drive, shrouded by palms and kissed by ocean breeze. Two stories of weathered wood and white trim, with a wraparound deck and a back door that led straight onto private sand. We’d been talking about this trip for years, half as a joke, half as a fantasy. And now, here we were. Just the two of us.
Daisy dropped her bag by the door and let out a breath like she’d been holding it for months.
“No emails. No noise. Just you and me.” Her smile was easy. Familiar.
“Finally,” I said, watching the way the wind played with the hem of her sundress. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I noticed that.
We explored the house like kids, laughing, shouting from room to room. There was wine in the fridge. Towels folded on the beds. The ocean stretched beyond the sliding glass doors, just a short walk through tall grass and dunes. Everything felt suspended, as if we’d stepped out of real life and into some untouched moment meant only for us.
That afternoon, we walked barefoot along the shore. The water lapped at our ankles, warm and lazy. We didn’t say much-just passed the bottle of rosé back and forth, shared quiet glances. We’d been best friends for years, but something about the silence between us had changed. It was thicker. Weighted.
“I’m glad it’s just us,” Daisy said at one point, her hand brushing mine. “No pretending.”
I nodded. “Yeah. No pretending.”
That night, the wind picked up, and the air turned heavy-charged. The kind of night where the moon seemed too bright, too close. Daisy came out from the bathroom in nothing but an oversized shirt and panties, her damp hair curling around her face, her skin glowing from the shower. She walked past me to the couch, dropped beside me like it was the most natural thing in the world.
We watched the waves in silence, side by side. I felt the heat of her thigh against mine. Her scent-faint coconut, sea salt, something purely her-wrapped around my senses like a drug.
She turned to me slowly. “Outlaw…” Her voice, barely more than a breath.
I looked at her, and something in me cracked wide open.
I kissed her.
Not soft. Not tentative. It was a kiss we’d both been holding back for years-hungry, hot, full of everything we’d never dared to say. Her lips parted for me, eager, and I slipped my tongue between them, tasting wine and want. She moaned into my mouth, her hands threading into my hair, pulling me closer.
She straddled my lap, and I gripped her ass through her panties, grinding her against my growing hardness. Her hips moved instinctively, needy, slow at first, then urgent. I could feel how wet she already was-her pussy soaking through the thin fabric, teasing me with heat and pressure.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” she whispered into my ear, biting my earlobe as she rocked against me.
“I do,” I growled, and lifted her in my arms.
I carried her to the bed like I fucking owned her.
The room was dark except for the sliver of moonlight cutting across the bed. I dropped her onto the mattress, then pulled her shirt off, revealing her breasts, full, flushed, and her nipples already stiff. She looked up at me, hair spread wild across the pillow, lips swollen, eyes glazed with lust.
I yanked my shirt over my head and dropped my shorts. She slid her panties down slowly, keeping her eyes on mine the whole time. No shame. No fear. Just need.
I climbed over her, kissed down her throat, her collarbone, between her breasts. I licked one nipple, then the other, flicking and sucking until she was moaning beneath me, her legs already spreading wider in invitation.
I slid a hand between her thighs, fingers gliding through soaked folds.
“Fuck, Daisy,” I groaned. “You’re dripping for me.”
“All for you,” she panted. “Only you.”
I sank two fingers inside her, curling them, pressing against that spot that made her legs tremble. Her back arched, her hands gripping the sheets as I fingered her slowly and deeply, my thumb circling her clit. She was a mess already: wet, moaning, squirming beneath me.
And I hadn’t even fucked her yet.
I slid down between her thighs, kissed the inside of her knee, then her thigh, then buried my face between her legs.
Her pussy tasted like heaven-slick and sweet, her clit swollen under my tongue. I sucked it gently, then harder, while my fingers kept thrusting deep inside her. She cried out, grinding against my mouth, panting my name.
“O… Outlaw… fuck… don’t stop, I’m gonna…”
Her orgasm hit like a storm. Her thighs clenched around my head, her hips bucking as she came hard on my tongue, soaking my face, shuddering with every wave.
I kissed my way back up her body as she caught her breath, her skin slick with sweat.
“Now,” she whispered, pulling me between her legs. “I want to feel you. All of you.”
I lined up and, in one slow, thick thrust, slid into her.
We groaned in unison.
She was tight. Hot. Her walls clenching around me like she didn’t want to let go. I pulled out, almost all the way, then drove back in harder. Her mouth fell open, her eyes fluttered shut.
“Fuck me,” she begged. “Don’t hold back.”
I didn’t.
I fucked her deep. Hard. Slow at first, just to hear the way her breath hitched, to feel every inch of her take me in. Then faster, our skin slapping, bodies slamming together, the headboard tapping the wall in rhythm with our moans.
Her legs wrapped around me. Her nails dug into my back. I grabbed her wrists, pinned them above her head, and fucked her until her eyes rolled back.
“Mine,” I growled into her neck.
“Yes, yours… always,” she gasped.
When I felt her tighten around me again, I lost control. I fucked her through her second orgasm, her pussy gripping me so hard I couldn’t hold back.
I slammed into her one last time and came with a raw, primal sound-deep, pulsing, spilling inside her as my entire body trembled.
We collapsed into each other, panting, drenched in sweat and heat. The sheets twisted around our legs, the scent of sex thick in the air.
She looked up at me, dazed, glowing.
“That was… different.”
“Yeah,” I whispered, brushing her damp hair from her face. “We’re never going back now.”
The sky was just beginning to pale, a soft gray-blue filtering through the curtains. The ocean whispered beyond the walls, steady and soothing. I blinked awake to the weight of her, Daisy-curled against my chest, her leg slung over mine, her skin warm and bare beneath the sheets.
Last night still clung to us. I could smell it in the air: salt, sweat, sex. My cock stirred with memory alone.
I brushed her hair back and kissed her temple.
She stirred, lips parting with a small sound, then opened her eyes. “Hey,” she murmured, voice rough with sleep.
“Morning.”
She looked at me for a long moment, then smiled. “You’re really here.”
“So are you.”
She leaned in and kissed me-soft, slow, like she had all the time in the world. My hand slid up her back, fingers tracing her spine, and I deepened the kiss, groaning into her mouth. Even barely awake, we melted into each other. Need creeping in again, hungry and familiar.
But this time, there was no rush. No urgency. Just the slow ache of wanting someone so badly, it hurt to be apart even a few inches.
She pulled back eventually, eyes lidded. “Come shower with me?”
I didn’t answer. I just followed her out of bed.
The bathroom was still warm from the night before, and when I turned on the water, steam quickly curled around us, fogging the mirror, wrapping the air in softness. Daisy stepped under the spray first, her back to me, arms raised to gather her hair.
The water traced the lines of her body-over her shoulders, down her back, across the curve of her ass. I stepped in behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing my chest to her back, my cock already hard and nestled between her cheeks.
She sighed, leaning into me. “You never stop wanting me, do you?”
“Not even when I’m dreaming.”
I kissed her neck, slow and open-mouthed. My hands slid up to cup her breasts, slick and warm beneath the water. Her nipples hardened under my palms, and I rolled them gently, teasing her as I nipped at her earlobe.
She arched her back, grinding against me, water cascading between us. I slid one hand down her stomach, between her thighs, and found her already wet-not just from the shower. I spread her folds with my fingers, rubbing her clit in lazy circles.
Her moan echoed in the tiled space, her hands bracing on the glass door as I worked her open again, one finger slipping inside her, then two, curling, thrusting slowly. She rocked back into me, eyes fluttering shut.
“You feel so fucking good like this,” I murmured against her shoulder. “So soft. So perfect.”
“I need you,” she gasped. “Please.”
I turned her to face me, water sliding down her flushed skin, droplets catching in her lashes. She looked up at me like she’d fall apart if I didn’t touch her again right now.
I lifted her effortlessly-one hand under her thigh, the other cupping her ass-and pinned her against the cool tile wall. Her legs wrapped around me, her heat pressing against my cock.
She reached between us and guided me to her entrance; eyes locked on mine as I pushed in.
We both gasped.
The water, the steam, the closeness—it all blurred into one overwhelming rush as I sank inside her, her walls stretching to take every inch. She was impossibly tight, impossibly wet. She clung to me like I was the only thing keeping her grounded.
I started to move slowly, grinding thrusts that dragged every inch of me along her soaked, pulsing heat. She whimpered, her nails digging into my shoulders, hips rolling to meet each stroke.
The steam made our skin slick, our bodies sliding together like silk. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, water dripping from her nipples. I bent to take one into my mouth, sucking greedily, biting just enough to make her gasp.
I fucked her against the wall, deep and steady, water crashing around us like applause.
Our breaths became ragged. The sound of skin on skin echoed off the tile. Her moans turned frantic, gasping my name with every thrust.
“Outlaw, fuck, I’m so close, don’t stop!”
“I’ve got you,” I growled. “Come for me.”
I reached down and rubbed her clit with my thumb while I pounded into her, harder now, relentless. Her orgasm hit like a wave, her whole body locking around me, her pussy clenching tight as she cried out my name, her head thrown back.
That pushed me over the edge. I slammed into her one last time and came hard, spilling deep inside her as I buried my face in her neck and groaned through clenched teeth.
We stayed like that for a while-wrapped in steam and breath and silence, our hearts racing in sync. My cock, still deep inside her; her legs, trembling around my waist.
Finally, I kissed her.
This time, it was different.
This was more than heat. More than lust.
This was ours.
