We sat in our underwear at my two person kitchen table and ate peanut butter and jelly on a bed of potato chips. Joshua watched in curious silence as I lifted the top slice of bread and sprinkled some Pop Rocks onto the peanut butter layer. I looked up at his amused face.

"It needed a little kick." I picked up the sandwich and took a bite. "Perfect." I took a gulp of milk and winced at the taste. "Or maybe not. Apparently Pop Rocks and milk are like toothpaste and orange juice. Incompatible."

Joshua laughed as he leaned back against the creaky wooden chair. I'd found the entire set of table and two chairs at a yard sale. It wasn't until I got it all the way up the stairs, by myself, that I discovered the legs of the table wobbled and the chairs creaked.

"Hey, I've got tomorrow off. Why don't we rent one of those crummy little cottages at Seaside Cove? We could drive there tonight." He stretched his muscular arms up and placed his hands behind his head. The dark pits of hair only added to the overall sensual look.

"That'd be fun." I tilted my head to get a good look at him shirtless. His long hair draped over a pair of shoulders and arms that were a lot bigger than I remembered. And he'd added some tattoos to his chest and arms. But everything else about him was familiar. He was still Joshua.

"Why does this feel so natural?" I asked. "I haven't seen you in a few years, but I feel like we've been together all this time."

"I feel the same way."

Then I let my mind travel to that gray zone, that place where it would be too easy, as Joshua warned, to over think this. I switched to a new topic. "Guess what my dad did? He bought a vineyard in Portugal. He's getting out of the international trade business. He made some good money these past few years, and he decided to invest in a vineyard. He's going to be a winemaker. Can you believe it? My dad is suddenly a big time, adventure loving risk taker."

"Shit, that sounds cool."

"I'll show you a picture." I walked over to my purse to pull out my phone, well aware of the heated gaze on my back.

"Did your dad ever remarry?"

"Heck no." I turned around and leaned against the counter to scroll through the pictures on my phone. "I think that's why he's having so much fun now. He gets to make his own decisions. He said two marriages were enough. Look. It's overlooking a river." I stood in front of him and showed him the phone. "Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?"

Joshua paused. "Never," he said in a husky tone, "and the vineyard is nice too."

He took the phone from my hand and put it down on the table. He took hold of my hips and spread his knees so he could pull me closer. He pressed his mouth against my stomach, and I combed my fingers through his hair, holding his face against me. His fingers dragged down my panties and they dropped to my ankles.

His mouth left a long, hot trail of kisses on my skin and then he kissed the mound of my pussy. Big strong hands wrapped around my ass and spread me wide as he coaxed me to climb onto his lap. The chair sounded like a hundred-year-old creaky door beneath us.

Joshua's pale eyes lifted to my face. "Any way this chair can withstand both of us?"

"Not a chance."

"You need some better chairs." He stood up and led me back to the bed. He pushed off his underwear and sat back against the couch cushion headboard. His cock swayed back and forth, shiny with moisture.

He reached for my hand and tugged me forward. I knelt on the bed and straddled his lap. He smoothed his hands around my back, pushed my bra straps down and brought my breasts against his mouth. Once again, I tangled my fingers into his hair to hold him against me. His tongue flicked against my nipples, and he took each one gently between his teeth, teasing them to tight buds.

His cock pushed urgently at my pussy, looking for the sweet spot. I reached down between my legs and took hold of him. His groan vibrated my breasts as I rubbed the slick tip against my pussy. I closed my eyes and played with him, stroking my clit with his hot wet erection. His natural lube mingled with mine, and his cock nearly slipped from my grasp as I rubbed it against my pussy.

He growled and lifted his pale, heavy lidded gaze to me. "You're going to spend all the fun before we even get started."

"Hmm, this feels awfully good," I sighed. "But I suppose you're right." Without another word, I settled down over his cock. His fingers dug into my hips as I took him in farther and farther.

"Rebel, my hot beauty. I knew you would feel like this. I knew you'd feel like you belonged here, with me buried inside of you." He dropped his mouth to my breasts again as I lifted and lowered myself over him.

His words and the extreme intimacy of the moment unleashed feelings I'd been holding tight, feelings that were waiting to be set free. I kept my eyes closed around the tears that filled them as I climaxed around Joshua, his cock penetrating me over and over again, his hands holding me firmly in his grasp and his face pressed against my breasts.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned as he reached release along with me.

I relaxed down and put my head against his strong shoulder. It had been a shoulder I leaned on more than once growing up. I stayed like that, straddling his lap, his cock still inside of me, as he stroked my back with his fingertips.

Evening had taken over day, and the shadows in my tiny apartment stretched thinner.

I traced the edge of his shoulder tattoo, a Les Paul guitar, with my finger. "Can we just stay like this forever? In each other's arms?"

"Yes and yes. Fuck yes." He tightened his arms around me and twirled me around and onto the mattress. We stretched out, facing each other. He pushed my hair back from my face. "Yes, Rebel, stay with me forever. You've already been with me all this time. Just stay with me."

I snuggled closer to him rubbing my nose against his chest and breathing in the scent of him. His arms closed around me.

I wriggled even closer, feeling every muscular ridge of his hard body. I released a long satisfied sigh. There was so much baggage with the notion of us being together that it hurt my head to think about it.

"If only it were that easy, Josh."