A sort of hiss had parted his lips, and they never seemed to find their way back together. His weathered fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, holding her in place, as he completely filled her. It was a moment he always liked to savor. That first hug, that tight cushion stretching to accommodate him. A wonderful little intrusion that could never be replicated in any other way. As much as he would have liked to live in that moment forever, to die in it, a happy man, his body was craving the movement. Aching for the friction, the heat, the tug he knew she would be able to provide them. With the same hold he had used to keep her steady, he urged her hips off of him, only to drag her back down once more a moment later. The muscles of his ass contracted, as he drove up into her, meeting her body as it crashed down into his own. Finally, his lips met, and he was able to swallow the lump in his throat, a guttural moan racing up his wind pipe, and catching some where in the back of his throat. Flickering down from her face, his light eyes rested on her breast, watching as the water slipped over them, as their bodies moved together. Casting his arm around her waist, he held fast to her backside, keeping the pace for the two of them, while the other arm traveled up the front of her body. Kneading one perk mound in his palm, before his finger tips danced along the line of her throat. And as his hand dove into the dark, wet strands, he pulled her mouth down to his own. Shannon swallowed another moan, as once more his digits traveled down the line of her body. His knuckles gently dragged against the space between her breast, over her stomach, before his wrist turned, as he once more began to pay her clit due attention.
It seemed that they were both worried about coming away from this unscathed. Callum saw himself as the potential villian, but Juniper seemed to think she would be the one wearing that crown as well. Cal had been left behind his entire life, shunted to the side, forgotten... and here he was, picking a girl who had a habit of running when things became too hard to handle. Or so she had been in the past. In the last few years, some progress had been made on her part, she had not seen a reason to dash out. At some point, you had to face things head on, otherwise you would always be running. Who the fuck wanted that? You would always have something at your heels, and she didn't want the drama that would come with all of that. As her swimsuit bottoms floated to the floor, her thighs hugged his hips, a chill passing along her spin, and down along her limbs. "Hmm?" It wasn't one of those statements said in amazement, nor sweet frustration. It was one that held nothing more than momentary panic. Which was why she hadn't smiled, hadn't said anything cocky about how she knew just how stunning she was at the moment. Juniper lifted her head, meeting his eyes, illuminated by the moon light, the light making his brown eyes sparkle amber. "Shit...." Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she tired to recall where they had stashed their supply of condoms. There were a box in her cabin, but she hadn't thought to pack any away in her purse, and there was no way in hell she wanted to move at that moment, just to fetch a rubber. "Ugh... just, go without. I'm on the pill, so it's fine." Normally she would have rather been on the safe side, because that little pill didn't always fully do the trick, but tonight she was going to have to cross her fingers, and hope for the best. "It's fine." She repeated, craning her neck forward, so that she could press those pouty lips against his own.