“Fuck, Evie,” he grumbles, pulsing into me gently while I get used to his size. His arm wraps around my ribs, holding me in place as he moves.
And my arms just about give out against the barn. I cling to him instead, my fingers digging into his forearm and my opposite hand tugging on the back of his neck. As he moves faster, my nipples just barely graze the side of the barn.
He keeps two fingers on my clit, swiping at me as his thrusts become harder, faster.
And soon I feel that tension pooling in my core, the telltale tightness growing as my orgasm crests.
“Ryder,” I breathe, my nails digging into his skin.
“Yes, Evie,” he whispers. “I can feel how close you are.” He lets out a low groan. “Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you come.”
With his words, the dam breaks. I cry out as the sensation overtakes me, my limbs going tingly as he extracts every ounce of pleasure from me.
As I struggle to catch my breath, he slows his pace, his hands running so lightly over my bare skin and leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake.
“Feel good?” he asks, pressing kisses into my neck as he slips out of me.
I nod, desperate to feel his lips on me again.
“Can I give you another one?” he asks, turning me by myhips so I’m facing him. He kisses me, his tongue winding demandingly into my mouth and his dick still thick and hard between us. I pump him, and he groans into my mouth, his body curling around mine like he’s as desperate for me as I am for him.
I nod, hooking my knee around his waist as he grabs my ass, hoisting me up against the barn.
When he presses inside me again, the sensation is almost too much. He moves slowly, leaving sloppy, wet kisses all along my neck as he lifts my leg over his arm, opening me further to him. He goes deeper—almost too deep—and my second orgasm builds rapidly.
My foot finds purchase and I press my hips higher, letting him deeper. We swallow each other’s moans as his pace builds again, his muscles taut as he fills me repeatedly.
And I only realize when my foot slips that I had been balancing it on the water wheel.
The movement temporarily distracts both of us, Ryder glancing over his shoulder when he sees the wheel start moving again out of the corner of his eye. He slips out of me gently, holding up one finger to tell me to wait, and grabs hold of the water wheel, pushing on it to stop it and forcing it in the other direction.
He turns to me. “Did you know it was this easy to move?”
I shrug. “I mean, the stream isn’tthatdeep. And itisa wheel.”
He bites his lip, a grin spreading across his face as he grabs me, positioning my back against the wheel.
“Hold on here,” he says, pulling my hands up above my head and resting them on one of the planks.
“Ryder, I don’t know what’s running through that wild head of yours?—”
“Keep your ass on that plank,” he says, pushing on thewheel so my arms stretch out above me. He pushes my hips back, the bottom of my ass connecting with a plank and?—
It lifts me off the ground. The plank is wet and I don’t even want to think about the mud I’m going to have on me by the time we’re done, but as he uses one hand to control how the water wheel moves, it quickly dawns on me just the image he had in his mind.
With my weight, the wheel seems less inclined to move as it was, but with Ryder’s gentle coaxing, it lifts me higher.
“Spread your legs, Evie,” he says, letting the water wheel drift just enough that I’m slightly concerned about falling on my head on the other side.
“Ryder, I’m going to fall,” I say, holding on with a death grip as my foot searches for solid ground below me. I hesitantly move one hand to a plank below me in an attempt to control whatever fall I might take.
Or maybe that’s just a dormant fear of heights telling me this water wheel is going to toss me like a rag doll the second Ryder comes and lets go.
“No, you’re not, Evie. I’ve got you,” he says, one hand on my knee as he pulls the water wheel forward slightly, his thumb grazing along my thigh without ever moving an inch. “I think you’re going to like this,” he says, his head dipping forward and placing a delicate kiss just below my belly button.
And… I don’t hate it, so far.
He pushes on the wheel, lifting me a few inches higher, and presses on my thighs to open them.
