Everything meaningful takes time.

A hand gripped the upper part of the book and pushed it downwards a little, while the sun created a halo over the shoulders of the intruder. “Can you help me with my back, darling?” The husky voice of John made a shiver run down your back. He held up a white sunscreen bottle, a big smile stretched over his handsome face as he looked at you. With a quick nod you took the sunscreen and put your book to the side. You patted the towel in front of you, while sitting up on your knees. His huge posture shielded you from the bright daylight and he shifted a little into a more comfortable position.

You carefully squeezed a small amount into your palm, the cold feeling made your skin prickle and his shoulders flexed slightly, as the cool sunblock made contact with his lower back. He let out a sigh as your hands started to massage the sun protection into his sweaty skin. A light kiss was pressed onto the skin that held neck and shoulders together. You took extra long to massage his back and get him to ease up.

John’s eyes closed as he felt your gentle hands press into his stiff backside, head slightly rolling downward in relaxation. This is the calmest he felt in a while. His missions were getting longer and harder, and his muscles became tighter, with each passing day he spent out in the fields. He’s getting older, that one was clear for him now.

You pushed your finger harder into that one muscle you knew has bothered him for a few months now. He let out a loud groan, his lips pressed into a tight line and his forehead scrunched up a bit. “Is this okay?” John nodded his head, as you leaned closer and whispered into his ear.

When his muscles finally softened, did you let your hands slide down his back and your head rested on his soft skin. “Thanks, my love,” he said and let his fingers fall onto your naked thighs.

John turned around slowly not to scare you and pushed you cautiously on your back and smiled. His calloused thumb swiped over your waist as he took the sunblock, which laid right next to you. He put a light kiss onto your stomach, “Your turn.”

A chuckle escaped you, as his beard tickled your skin. You cupped his face lightly and pushed his head up to look into his eyes, thumb brushing away the sand that stuck to his cheek. “I’m tanning, John,” you informed him. He shook his head with that big grin of his and opened the bottle.

A hiss escaped your throat when Price pressed the sunscreen out of the bottle right onto your skin. His pointer finger painted a smiley face on your lower belly. Shit, he is so sexy. Warmth started to form in your core, and you bit your lips, your hips pushed upwards automatically, and he pushed you down with the strength off his hand. “We’re at the beach, hun.” His raspy voice made the fire in your belly burn more.

Yet, he is right, not in front of other people, and definitely not in front of his teammates. You looked over at Kyle, who has a shirt draped over his eyes, his toned chest was rising comfortably. The color of his swim trunks matched his skin tone, while his hand rested loosely on his abs. Gaz’s boyfriend’s arm was wrapped around his abdomen and his face pressed into Kyle’s neck.

Johnny on the other hand was swimming in the ocean, his Mohawk dripping with salt water. He dipped his head underwater and when he came back up, he shook his head like a soaked dog trying to get all the wetness out of his fur. He was laughing with a blonde woman he met, on that one bar you all went to yesterday.

And Simon— well, he was nowhere to be found. The last time you saw him was when he told you he was going for a run, but that was hours ago. He was probably at the gym afterwards. To cool down after his run or whatever.

Your attention was back on John when he kissed the skin under your Belly button. “What are you thinking about, Love?” He asked curiously. “You.” You smiled down at him, letting your fingers slide into his short hair. He let out a light groan at the slight tug of his hair.

A thud came from the right, as a bag was dropped into the sand. “Captain.” Simon’s bag made some of the sand fly in the air, as he nodded at John. “Simon,” John said with slight annoyance as he sat up. You sighed softly as his touch left your body and turned to look up at Simon, waving at him with a tight smile.

A light breeze brushed over your body and a shiver ran down your spine. The sun was slowly starting to sink, and the temperature was getting fresher by the minute. You sat up and turned to John, who was now sitting on his own towel. A hand shielding your eyes from the sun. “I’m going back to the hotel,” you informed him and stood up. He pouted a little at first but then nodded. After putting all the stuff in the bag next to the parasol, you put on your sandals.

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Once back in the hotel room you took off your beach dress, that was put over the white bikini before coming back. You turned on the shower, to warm up before stepping in. After a few seconds you put your foot under the water to check the temperature. Once the temperature was perfect you stepped in. The warm water hit your skin like a gentle wave – it soaked your hair till you could feel the water on your scalp.

Water droplets fell onto your eyelashes until they were too heavy and slipped down your closed eyes. A rough palm found its way around your torso, pulling you closer to a muscular chest and you let out a gasp. A second hand brushed the half dry half wet hair, that was sticking on to the skin of your shoulder, to the side. “I was waiting for this the whole day, darling,” you could feel the breath of John’s whisper on your earlobe, as his teeth started to nibble on the flesh and jewelry of your ear. His name left your lips in a sigh.

His half hard cock pressed onto your lower back as he pulled you closer, his hand ran over the flesh of your breast and found your sensitive nipples. The gentle pinch left you moaning and cursing. “John, please,” the pleading made his heartbeat faster, his name on your tongue was the hottest thing he heard, and he could never get enough of it. “I got ya, pretty girl.” John’s hands ran down your breast, his nails brushing lovingly over the swells of them down to your hips. Small kisses were pressed on the skin between neck and shoulder, which made your eyes close with a sigh.

“My love,” his voice felt like a love spell, that was whipping every thought out of your brain. He let his pointer and middle finger run down lower, brushing over your inner thighs and then finally stopping on your clit. “John,” a gasp escaped your lips.

His lips kept nibbling on your neck, and he started to gently rub your sensitive nub. Your mouth opened in a silent moan, as the pleasure started to consume you and you clenched around nothing. “It’s okay, Darling,” he assured you, pushing a single finger through your walls. Your mouth falls open, as his digit found the right spot, your whole body tensed with pleasure. The whine that left your lips is pathetic — it almost sounded like John had never touched you at all.

“Please,” the whisper came out needily and the sound of it made John groan into your neck. “Fuck, sweetheart.” He inhaled sharply, trying to keep himself calm, as you clenched around his finger again. The next time he pulled his index finger almost out of your already dripping cunt, is when he let his middle finger glide in as well. You felt so full already. The sensation made your brain go blank, as he continued to hit that spongy spot deep inside of you.

John always knew how to touch you — two fingers deep inside of your cunt, the other hand playing with your breasts, while his mouth left wet marks along your shoulder. “John, I-” your words were cut of, as the growing sensation of your orgasm started to run up your spine. You could feel it everywhere, knees started to buckle and shake, your breath coming out shorter and harder, goosebumps lingering on your skin — even though the shower was steaming with hot water. “You what?” John asked innocently, but you could feel the smirk appear on your shoulder.

Even though he teased, he pushed his fingers faster in and out, hitting just the right spot. Your lips parted into a silent moan, as he started to draw circles over your pulsating clit. The white-hot feeling in your gut started to pulse through your body, with each stroke of his long fingers against your g-spot. “What is it, my love? Are you about to fall apart?” He chuckled, as you nodded your head desperately for him to continue. To keep pumping his fingers. To keep kissing your sensitive neck.

Without saying anything else he continued to rub and pump, when finally the seal broke and the orgasm seeped down to your toes and into your chest. John’s fingers started to slow down, letting you ride out your high before he slipped his fingers out of you and turned you around, pressing you softly against the shower wall. You were still breathing hard, as your gaze found John’s eyes “You did so good for me, sweetheart.” His praises always felt like they came from somewhere deep in his chest. Some place that was reserved for special people.