Moving Forward - 51. Chapter 51 (12.3)

“I like the way you think,” Lee said as he rolled Marshall onto his back, so that they were face to face.

Marshall reached between them, taking Lee’s cock in his hand. He loved to touch Lee, loved the feel of him. He pumped him, his gaze meeting Lee’s. “I like the way you feel,” he growled in a low voice, “especially inside of me.”

Lee moaned at Marshall’s touch, thrusting into his hand for a few strokes before he moved Marshall’s hand. Marshall didn’t object, knowing what was coming. No pun intended.

Marshall drew his legs back against his chest, holding them in position, while Lee maneuvered his cock into place, poised at Marshall’s entrance.

“Don’t tease,” Marshall begged, “just do it. Now.”

Lee thrust in quickly, sheathing himself inside Marshall in one fluid motion. Marshall gasped in pleasure.

“Give me your legs,” Lee directed. Marshall obeyed without hesitation as Lee placed them on either shoulder, allowing himself to move more deeply into Marshall. Lee was a perfect fit.

Marshall could not have conceived of a more perfect backdrop to their lovemaking than this beach. The weather was warm without being humid, a gentle breeze tickling their bare bodies as it blew across the beach. The tree above them provided just the right amount of shade so they wouldn’t burn. There was no one else nearby, so for these few minutes, they could pretend this was their own private paradise, and no one else existed.

Lee began to move, setting a steady rhythm between them. Marshall pushed his hips up to meet Lee’s thrusts. He wanted to draw out this moment for as long as he could, taking mental pictures he could thumb through at leisure.

After a few minutes, Lee released Marshall’s legs. “Get on your side, I want to change up the angle,” he said. Marshall moved onto his right side, and Lee repositioned himself, lifting Marshall’s leg and entering him. He kissed Marshall’s foot as he thrust inside him, over and over.

Marshall was so hard, his cock ached, but he knew better than to touch himself without permission. That was simply the nature of their relationship. They were equal partners, but Lee was the stronger, more dominant partner.

“Permission to touch?” Marshall asked in a breathy voice.

“Go ahead,” Lee consented, never breaking his rhythm.

Marshall wrapped his hand about his weeping shaft and began to pump. His body was already on fire from Lee, this only served to add fuel to the flames of his desire, and he knew he didn’t have long. His balls were already tightening against his body, in expectation of release. He tried to hold off the final moment for as long as he could, savoring the pleasure of Lee inside him. But he reached his boiling point and began to come into his hand, and over his chest.

Lee kept going, his thrusts becoming shorter and harder as he neared his own orgasm. Marshall knew the signs only too well. At the last moment, Lee swooped down and claimed Marshall’s lips, kissing him long and hard as he came inside him, filling him with his seed.

Afterward, he dropped down beside Marshall on the beach towel and wrapped an arm about him as he evened out his breathing. They lay together without speaking, breathing each other in, content to bask in the beauty of this place.

Finally, Lee got out the personal wipes he’d brought, and they cleaned up as well as they could, and dressed. Just because no one had passed them by and gotten an eyeful of flesh didn’t mean they still couldn’t. Besides, the others could return at any time.

“Want to go dancing tonight?” Lee asked. “Or maybe we can try again to get to the pool? What sounds good to you?”

“I wouldn’t mind trying the pool again. We can always go dancing afterward. Don’t the bars stay open pretty late?”

“I believe they do. We should probably wait until after dinner, though. When we get back to the ship, we can see if there’s anything interesting going on, and make our final plans then.”

“Sounds good to me,” Marshall said, snuggling against Lee’s chest. Damn, he smelled so good. He never got tired of the scent and feel of Lee, no matter how often they made love. Lee was his soul mate, of that he had no doubt.

He didn’t care what anyone else thought. As long as he had Lee, the rest of the world could go to hell.