Heat

“It’s simply too hot to be doing this kind of thing.”

Joshua says it as I curl my arms around his waist from behind, his body drenched with sweat from his basketball game. I’m not sure how he played in our summer heat, but he’s come back with that delicious male scent I’ve grown to appreciate after his workouts. It’s a little pungent, a little sweet, and combined with his natural musk I can’t keep my hands off his body.

“Gail…”

I know Joshua will cave once I wrap my hands around him, so I slide them beneath the waistband of his gym shorts. His cock lifts immediately, as if protesting his words. I bite his shoulder blade and press my pelvis against his ass, circling the base of his shaft with my fingers.

“Does someone need a cold shower?” I tease. He’s throbbing in my hand. His flesh is so hot that I can almost agree with his comment. Inside of me, he’ll feel like fire—the searing, passionate kind that I’ve been craving since before the game, when he stripped down and put on his shorts.

Joshua spins in my grasp, his hands quick to my backside. He yanks me to him, letting me feel his hard length as he lowers his lips to mine. He sucks my tongue into his mouth and pulls away with a smirk, then swats my ass.

“I think somebody does,” he says.

He drags me into our shower in seconds, the water pouring from the faucet on the coldest setting to balance the heat between us. Joshua looks so good naked, his tight, muscular body tan from all his outdoor games and endless hours of swimming. I only have a moment to appreciate it, because his fingers are in my pussy and taking my breath away as he backs me against the shower wall. The water chills my shins, but his touch sends scorching waves through me.

“Still too hot?” I whisper. He’s got beads of sweat trickling down the side of his face. One of them drips off his chin and onto my breast. He hasn’t bothered to rinse off yet because his hands are all over me.

“Yes, you are,” he mutters, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. He pushes his damp chest against mine and guides his cock between my legs. “Yes you are,” he repeats, and then he arches his hips up, easily anchoring his tip inside of me.

I drop my head to the shower wall, inhaling Joshua’s musk as he plunges all the way in. Despite the water spilling over our ankles, both of us are overheating with our movements, the sweat surfacing in our pores.

But it really doesn’t matter to me.

As far as I’m concerned, it’s never too hot for this sort of thing.