Josh kisses the rim of my earlobe, his lips pausing by my ear. “Can you remember the last time we were alone like this?”

I can’t quell the excitement growing inside me. My hormones start to alight, starting off as flames and growing into Roman candles.

“I think the last time we were alone, you were fucking me against a tree,” I say, almost whispering, as if my voice could scare him off.

“No trees here,” he murmurs and presses his erection into my ass. “Only wood.”

I grin at that but it melts away into hazy lust. I can’t stand it. I turn around to face him and he grabs me, kissing me hard. I match his intensity, hot, hot, hot to the touch. His tongue, his lips, his mouth, they’re all sparks to fuel the fire. He kisses me like he’s addicted, needing his fix, and I can only respond in kind. The more he fucks my tongue with his, licks my neck, bites at my collarbone, the more I think I might spontaneously combust.

His fingers deftly undo my shorts and slide down into my underwear. He inhales sharply when he feels how wet I already am, but he must know by now what affect he has on me. He pushes a finger in deep, then two, then three.

I groan and my neck falls back, like my head is too heavy to hold up. I just want to submit and have him do terrible, dirty things to me here among the grapevines. I want him inside me, hard and fast or slow and deliberate—I don’t care.

But then I find myself pulling away from his hand just when his other is slipping under my T-shirt. I drop to my knees, feeling the soft, cool earth beneath me, and reach up for his zipper. I glance up at him with mischievous eyes and he bites his lip before grabbing the hair at the back of my head in a tight fist.

It hurts but it’s a good hurt. He’s the master of hair-pulling. I slowly, teasingly unzip his fly, then pull his jeans down bit by bit. Once they drop to his ankles, I do the same to his boxer briefs, until his cock is free and jutting out in front of me. It really is a beautiful sight and I find myself marveling at it for a few moments. In the pool room at the house party, in his room, by the road in Le Bons Bay, I never really had the best look. His cock is as flawless as it feels between my hands, hot, silky steel.

I take a firm hold around his shaft, holding him taut as I lick a path up and down him, from base to shiny, swollen tip. His fist in my hair tightens and he moans. “Oh fuck.”

I smile and continue. The sound of his pleasure only adds to mine. I go from slow to fast and back again, and before long he has both of his hands at the back of my head and he’s fucking my mouth, his hips slamming into my lips in controlled movements. I try and let my lips and tongue be all he feels, but occasionally my tooth razes him; it only seems to turn him on more. Just when I think he’s about to shoot his load down my throat, he pulls my head back and his wet cock bobs out of my mouth.

Somewhere in the distance I can hear voices, my family, but they’re of no consequence. Josh tears his eyes away from mine and glances lazily at the horizon. When he looks back to me, a languid smile stretches across his face.

“They might start looking for us,” he says, “if we give them something to look for.”

Suddenly he crouches down behind me so that we’re both hidden and pushes his hand between my shoulder blades so I’m on my hands as well as knees. He pulls me by the hips so my back arches and slides my shorts down over my ass and thighs.

“Jesus,” he swears, and I can feel his eyes burning through me, as molten as his fingers. “I won’t forget this.”

He shuffles forward so his cock slides up between the crack of my ass. I’m about to move out of the way, thinking we have a lot more to do before we jump to backdoor action, when he pulls back slightly and begins to tease my ass with his cock before priming it at my wetness. One hand pushes my thighs further apart while the other grabs my waist, his fingers digging into me.

He guides himself inside, slowly, hissing sharply as he goes. He feels impossibly fat and thick from this angle and I inhale as he pushes in. My fingernails dig into the dirt.

He pulls back slowly and then thrusts in sharp with a low groan. Both hands grip my hips hard as his pace quickens. He pounds me so fast and hard I can feel my knees slipping in the earth and my breasts coming free of my bra. I reach below to help myself out and it doesn’t take long before I’m coming. I try to keep my cries subdued in case the sound carries, and I can only eke out breathless little whimpers of his name over and over again as the world around me swirls in a beautiful dance.

He isn’t done yet. He slams into me, his balls slapping against my ass, skin on skin, until finally he’s moaning loudly and pushing in with three final thrusts, burying himself deep inside of me. He slowly wraps his arms around me from behind, then slips his cock out.

I hear rustling in the distance, so I straighten up and get to my shaky feet, pulling up my shorts. In my daze I can see people heading toward us along the rows. Uncle Jeremy’s kids, Keri and Kam.

“Shit,” I say, dropping back down before they see me. Josh stays low, pulling up his jeans, and I take his hand. We walk crouched down along the vines until we’re heading down the rise on the side not facing the house. There, with the hill blocking us, we stand up, bathed in shadow.

I lean over and kiss him quickly on the lips, unable to keep myself from smiling or touching him.

He grins lazily at me. “Told you.”

“What?”

“That I was going to explode inside of you.”

“Well, you did just that.” And once again I disappear behind a row of grapes to pee so I don’t have the same problem as before. Either I have to stop wearing shorts or we have to stop having sex outside.