Adrian

You almost didn’t say yes.

When Adrian leaned across your desk that afternoon, tie loosened, a knowing glint in his golden eyes, and asked if you had summer plans, you figured it was just casual small talk. But then came the offer: spend a few days with him down on the Amalfi Coast. “No pressure,” he’d said with a shrug, the way only someone like him could make a casual offer feel like an unspoken promise.

And now here you were.

The villa he’d rented was hidden above a crescent of untouched shoreline, carved into the cliffs like a secret. Everything smelled of citrus and sea salt, the air thick with heat.

You wandered down toward the water after waking up late, expecting to find Adrian with his phone in hand, maybe already halfway through a morning espresso. Instead, you saw him in the ocean. Naked.

Your breath caught.

The water shimmered around his dark frame, shoulders broad and glistening under the sun, each movement sending ripples down the heavy line of his back. He hadn’t noticed you yet, or maybe he had, and simply didn’t care. Adrian moved through the sea with the ease of someone who belonged to it, the surf breaking against his thick thighs, his tail lazily flicking behind him.

You stood frozen on the sand, unsure whether to call out or retreat, heart hammering in your chest. But then, he turned.

One word invaded your mind: "BIG".

His gaze found you. Steady. Calm. A slow smile curled at the edge of his mouth, not surprised, not embarrassed, like he’d planned for you to see this.

“Morning,” he called out, voice deep and velvety. “Took you long enough.”

You blinked. “You’re… you’re naked.”

“Of course I am,” he said, unbothered, one hand gliding back through the water. “It’s summer. And no one’s around for miles. Besides…” His eyes lingered on you. “You could use a swim too.”

Heat crawled up your neck. There was nothing in his tone that demanded, nothing that forced. And yet the invitation wrapped around your body like the sun itself. You hesitated for only a second longer before your fingers found the hem of your shirt.

This was no longer the Adrian you knew from conference rooms and late-night emails. This was something primal, effortless. A side of him reserved for places like this, where the suit came off and so did the rest, where the only things that mattered were touch, heat, and the way the water curled around bare skin.

You stepped into the sea.

The first steps into the water were the hardest. Not because it was cold - it wasn’t. The Mediterranean wrapped around your ankles like warm silk - but because Adrian didn’t look away.

He stood waist-deep, the sun at his back casting a golden glow across his broad chest, and his eyes never left yours. There was something magnetic about that gaze, something quiet and steady. No teasing smirk, no playful grin, just a certainty that made your skin tingle.

By the time the water reached your hips, he shifted slightly, wading closer. The waves swirled between you, soft currents brushing your thighs as you tried not to look... but failed.

The water lapped just beneath his hips, and what it didn’t cover, it revealed in suggestion. His heavy form moved with a slow grace, and the sea clung to every part of him, outlining the curve of his thighs, the cut of his abs, and lower… lower.

You caught a glimpse of them as the swell shifted: large, dark, and unmistakably full. His balls hung low between his legs, pendulous and relaxed in the warm water, like the rest of him: massive, unbothered, unapologetic. The sight made your breath hitch. There was no way he didn’t know what he was showing you.

Still, he said nothing. He tilted his head, eyes narrowing just slightly, as if watching your reaction was part of the pleasure.

“You alright?” His voice was a slow rumble, like thunder under a blanket.

You nodded too quickly. “Y-yeah. Just… enjoying the view.”

That got him to smirk.

He stepped closer, the water now up to your waist, and you could feel the warmth radiating off him even in the sea. His presence took up space, your space, he made you feel small.

His hand skimmed the surface, fingers idly trailing toward you, not quite touching. The silence stretched. So did the heat in your chest, in your stomach. Lower.

You didn’t know what would happen next, but your body leaned forward before your mind could catch up.

Adrian’s voice dropped, almost a whisper: “If you keep staring like that, I might get the wrong idea.”

You stared back, lips parting, voice caught somewhere in your throat. Maybe the wrong idea wasn’t so wrong after all.

You didn’t answer.

Instead, you let your body speak. A small step forward, then another, until the tips of your knees brushed his under the surface. The water stilled around you both, caught in that moment of gravity. Adrian’s breath deepened. You heard it, low and close, like the distant roll of the tide echoing in his chest.

He didn’t reach for you, not at first. His presence was enough to do the reaching. His chest, slick and massive, barely a hand’s width from yours. You could see every line of muscle carved beneath his dark hide, droplets sliding down the curve of his collarbone to vanish between the deep cut of his pecs. The scent of salt clung to him, mingling with something warmer… muskier.

Then his hand rose from the water, slow and deliberate, fingers brushing your waist.

His palm was broad, warm despite the sea, and when he touched you, it wasn’t rough. It was patient. He let it rest there, as if testing the weight of the moment, his thumb gently stroking your skin. The gesture sent a ripple down your spine. Your breath caught again, but this time, you didn’t try to steady it.

You looked up at him.

His eyes were hooded now, heat simmering in gold, locked onto yours. “You know,” he said, voice barely more than a breath, “when I invited you here, I wondered if you’d figure out what I really wanted.”

You swallowed. “And now?”

His thumb traced a lazy circle along your hip. “Now I’m wondering how long I can wait before I take it.”

The tension cracked, softly. Not a snap, but a surrender.

You leaned into him, chest against chest, water pooling between your bodies as your fingers skimmed along the hard planes of his abdomen. He was enormous, every breath he took making his torso rise against yours like a living wall. But you didn’t feel small. You felt wanted. Like he’d been holding back just for this moment.

Your hand slid lower, tracing the line of his abs, feeling the shift in his breathing when your fingertips flirted close to the heat below.

Then, his forehead met yours. Not a kiss, not yet. Just that shared breath, that pause where your lips hovered a hair apart. You felt his breath ghost across your mouth, warm and thick with the scent of sea and lust.

“I’ve been thinking about this since the day I saw you undo that first button in the office,” he murmured.

Your voice was barely there. “Then stop thinking.”

His breath mingled with yours, warm and heavy between parted lips. You could feel the moment hover, teetering, his hand still at your waist, the sea quiet around you both, as if the whole coastline held its breath.

Then Adrian closed the distance.

His lips met yours with surprising softness, belying the strength in his body. It started slow, exploratory. Not rushed. His mouth moved against yours like he was savoring you, one hand sliding from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him.

That’s when you felt it.

Thick and rising beneath the surface, brushing against your thigh, impossibly warm despite the water. Adrian’s arousal pressed into you with unmistakable weight, a slow, pulsing hunger that made your head spin. The kiss deepened, his tongue teasing yours now, more certain. His free hand rose to cradle your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek as if trying to ground you both.

The water sloshed gently around you, barely enough to hide the growing tension between your bodies. His chest was firm against yours, muscles shifting with each breath, each movement. You could feel him - all of him - lengthening, hardening, heavy between your bodies, pressing closer the longer you stayed tangled together.

You gasped into his mouth, and he caught it, kissed it back into you.

Your fingers gripped his waist underwater, holding onto the breadth of him as your own body began to ache in response, heat coiling low in your stomach. The feeling of his swollen length rubbing slow and lazy against your leg: thick, unhurried, almost teasing .Drove your thoughts wild.

He leaned in again, voice low against your ear. “You feel that? That’s what you do to me.”

You nodded, breathless, hips tilting instinctively closer. The water rippled with every motion, every growing need, but you didn’t care. You wanted him to feel you too, every bit as needy, as wound-up, as drawn in by the sheer gravity of him.

Adrian let out a soft grunt of approval, lips finding yours again, hungrier now, his hands roaming with more certainty.

The kiss deepened again, richer now, more demanding. Adrian’s hands had lost their earlier patience. One gripped your hip beneath the water, firm and possessive, the other sliding slowly down your back with a clear intention.

You barely had time to react before he shifted, his strength fluid and effortless. With a low growl against your neck, he turned you in the water, spinning you to face the open sea. The warm surf lapped at your chest now, and behind you, Adrian’s body pressed flush to your back: solid, hot, hard.

You gasped, heart pounding.

His hands explored you in this new position, sliding over your sides, gripping your thighs, dragging you back against him. You could feel his arousal now: undeniable, thick and heavy between your cheeks, nudging with slow precision as he rocked against you, letting you feel exactly what he intended.

His voice rumbled low in your ear. “You’re gonna take me.”

The words sent a full-body shiver through you, and your breath hitched when he leaned in further, chest against your back, his lips dragging slowly along your neck. One large hand found your waist again, holding you steady.

Then... you felt it.

That first pressure, hot and aching, pressing slowly into you. He didn’t rush. He let the stretch happen gradually, savoring it. The water eased the motion, but not the sensation. You arched into him as your mouth fell open, overwhelmed by the intensity, the sheer size of him, the way your body clenched instinctively, and the heat that pulsed through your core.

Adrian groaned behind you, low and deep. “You feel that?” he whispered, biting down gently on your shoulder. “So tight…”

You gasped, gripping the surface of the water, half-floating, half-held. He filled you slowly, inch by inch, his breath growing ragged with restraint. Each roll of his hips pressed him deeper, stretching you further, until your whole body trembled in his arms.

The sea rocked around you both, but it was nothing compared to the rhythm he built, controlled, deliberate, every thrust pulling a soft moan from your throat and a rumble from his chest. He wasn’t just taking you. He was claiming you.

And you wanted more.

His pace began to build, water splashing softly as his hips slapped against you, heavy and rhythmic. His fingers dug into your hips as he pulled you back into him, each movement drawing another wave of pleasure through your core. You could feel his breath on your neck, hot and needy, syncing with every thrust.

“Say my name,” he growled against your skin.

“Adrian…”

“Louder.”

You moaned it, half-whimper, half-plea, and he answered by driving in deeper, harder, until all you could do was hold on, dizzy from the sheer fullness of him.

There, in the salt-warm cradle of the Mediterranean, you surrendered, completely, while Adrian claimed you with every inch, every breath, every deep, unrelenting thrust.

The rhythm between you both built with unstoppable force, every movement from Adrian a powerful promise that left you breathless and trembling. The sea around you became a private world, a cocoon of salt and sun and heat where nothing else mattered.

His hands gripped your hips tighter, his breath ragged against your neck as his body pulsed in wild, intoxicating waves. You felt the tension coil tighter inside him, a deep, primal need that matched the ache burning through your own veins.

“Now,” he growled, voice thick with raw desire.

You arched back into him, every nerve alight, every sense magnified. The moment stretched and snapped, crashing over you in an endless surge of warmth and release that left you gasping, trembling in his hold.

Adrian’s body shuddered against yours, strong arms holding you close as he poured everything into that final, fierce motion, filling you with the strength of the sea itself. The rush was overwhelming, endless, like tides crashing against cliffs, powerful and relentless.

You clung to him, breath mingling, hearts pounding in perfect sync.

When the waves finally settled, all that remained was the steady rhythm of your shared breaths, the soft lapping of the sea, and the lingering heat of the moment between you.

As the waves calmed around you, Adrian’s strong hands slowly eased their grip on your hips, his movements gentle now, almost reverent. His breath was still heavy, his body trembling slightly from the intensity of the moment.

With deliberate care, he began to pull back, inch by inch, the warmth of his length still nestled inside you. When he finally slipped free, a thick, warm trail glistened along the curve of his shaft, catching the sunlight in a soft shimmer. The sight was raw and beautiful: a reminder of the closeness you’d just shared.

Adrian’s hand found yours, fingers entwining effortlessly. His gaze held yours, tender and steady, the fierce passion replaced with a quiet affection.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, voice low and full of something deeper than desire.

You rested your head against his broad chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, feeling the warmth of his short fur beneath your cheek. The world around you faded again, leaving only this, soft touches, shared breaths, and the unspoken promise of what was still to come.

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