He comes into the room with his head down.

“All right I got us two—,” he stops as his eyes go wide, voice catching in his throat.

I put one hand on my bare hip. “What? You’re just going to get me naked anyways, so I might as well go out there in a towel.” I smirk.

I hope I at least look sexy. Oh God, what if I don’t? What if I just look stupid to him? Oh, crap!

He looks up towards the ceiling, deep in thought, and then drops his head to look back to me. “I f**king love you,” he growls, running towards me and throwing the towels down on the floor.

He corners me, picks me up and wraps my legs tightly around him. “Oh!” I giggle as he slams me against the wall, attacking my neck with his lips. Wetness pools between my legs. I am already panting and all this man has done is given me a few kisses on the neck. His mouth lowers to my right breast and I throw my head back, hitting the wall with a loud thud. Pain shoots through my scars but I ignore it. His teeth snag a hold of my nipple and I moan. “Outside, Tristan. Our firsts are outside,” I pant.

He growls, reaching for the throw blanket on the couch. I giggle against his shoulder. “The damn blanket is going to have to do because I’m not putting you down,” he growls again.

“Okay.” I bite him tenderly on the shoulder.

“Shit Ev, wait a second.” He wraps the blanket tightly around me as he carries me out to the balcony and down the steps to the beach. He looks around, checking for people before dragging us over to an umbrella. “This will help with privacy,” he says as he lowers us down to the sand. “I f**king love you crazy-ass beautiful girl,” he whispers against my lips.

“Show me,” I whisper back.

“Of course, anytime, to infinity,” he whispers back.

He lowers me completely on my back, spreading my legs apart slowly, savoring the feel. His fingers are dancing across my soft skin. His eyes trail up my body, meeting my eyes. The look in his eyes is telling in so many words: love, lust, primal, so many, but I choose that moment to pick love.

“Please Tristan, make love to me.” I reach for him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, shucking out of his shorts and boxers.

The thing is I don’t even feel nervous. If I trusted this man all those years ago, I can trust him now. His fingers trail to my core and he runs one up and down my lips. “Damn baby, you’re already wet,” he growls, lowering himself on top of me. “I’m sorry if I hurt you again.” I put my finger over his lips.

“I know,” I whisper and he nods as he guides himself inside me.

“Shit, just like the first time I’m going to enter quick, okay?”

I only nod. He pushes inside me with one quick thrust. The pain is so intense. It feels like he is ripping me apart. “Fuck,” I hiss.

“Are you okay baby?”

“Yes, I’m fine. You can move now,” I mumble out as the pain subsides.

“It’s not funny baby. I didn’t want to hurt you the first time either,” he says and frowns.

“Come here.” He brings his head to mine and I look straight into his gorgeous eyes. “You’re not hurting me.” I kiss him lightly on the lips.

“Oh damn, it feels so different without a damn condom,” he growls.

“So I’m your first for that?” I whisper as I move underneath him.

“Yeah, you are.” He starts moving in a rhythm. I wrap my legs around his waist. Everything feels familiar about his touch and I smile because now I understand why from watching the videos. He sits up on his knees, bringing me up with him. Everything is so slow, so perfect. His fingers are digging into my ass and his mouth is suckling on my nipple, as my body is arching. I moan and start shivering, my vision blurring, my muscles tightening around him.

“Shit Ev, baby, just let it go. Don’t hold onto it,” he mumbles against my clamped nipple.

I shake my head no and pant even louder.

“Yes, you can.” He brings his hands up to my shoulders, gripping them tightly and slamming me down on his cock.

“Ah!” I bite my lip.

He slams me back down again, so I take that and roll with it, rotating my hips and bouncing up and down.

I lean into him, pressing my br**sts tightly against his chest while I run my tongue from his shoulder blade to his neck to his earlobe, nibbling softly. He stills for a second before lowering his hands to my hips, bouncing me faster.

“You used to do that when we were younger,” he growls as he pounds into me.

“I…I used to do what?” I moan.

“That tongue and nibbling thing that drives me f**king nuts,” he grunts.

I tighten against him, knowing my release is coming. Well, I hope that is what I am feeling. “Ah!” I moan into his ear.

“Oh f**k.” He bounces me faster and harder.

“I f**king love…love…love…you,” he groans.

I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, grasping his hair in between my fingers and yanking.

“That’s it baby. I’m gonna come with you,” he pants.

I nod against his skin and clamp as tightly as I can against him, letting go.

I am sticky, sweaty, and sandy but I do not care. It was perfect. He is still panting, so I guess I did okay.

I pull back to look at him. He is beaming at me.

“So was I okay? I mean, I don’t really know what I was doing.” I brush some sand away from his brow as I ask.