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Skinny Dipping in Outer Space
I knew him, and he knew me.
On the shoreline, David told me to take off all my clothes. I shivered at the thought of it, my bare skin open to the wind and all the elements, but I trusted him. His serious eyes told me he was sincere, and I could sense he was hungry in the way of someone who hadn’t had a meal in weeks.
“You first,” I said, bold, and his mouth twitched with amusement.
“Fine,” he said, his eyes glittering with mischief, and he tugged his white t-shirt up to expose a strip of skin. I could see the contours of his abs, and something white hot pulsed within me. I wanted to run my fingertips over the ridges of him and make him gasp with want. I didn’t care that I was staring like a fool.
“You like that?” he asked, teasing, before he tugged the rest of the fabric off his skin and threw the shirt to the sand. He walked towards me until our chests were only inches apart. He took one of my hands and ran it across his stomach. “You can touch me. I don’t mind.”
I hesitated before I took both my hands and ran them along his abs. A soft groan slipped out of his lips. “Yeah. Just like that, babe. You have no idea how good that feels.”
I tried to reach lower — to tug off his swimming trunks — but he grasped my hands gently by the wrists. “Wait,” he…
