“If you have two hands on me, that means zero are on the water wheel and I’m going to plummet headfirst to the ground.”
He stops touching me, holding his hands up in surrender, and that creates an all-new sort of panic. “Eve, I’m notgoing to let you plummet anywhere. I have my foot on it,” he says, eyebrows raised. “But if you’re too nervous, we can stop.”
I shake my head. “Please don’t stop.”
He runs his hands along my thighs, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to my stomach again.
And then he lets the water wheel take me higher, his hands trailing along my legs as he presses a kiss to the crease of my thigh. “Spread, Evie.”
I rest my feet on the plank directly below the one I’m sitting on and let my knees fall open. He groans as his fingers find my core, swirling around my clit once, twice, and pressing gently inside me.
“Oh fuck,” I murmur, as all fears of death vanish, the only thing on my mind the man who’s touching me so perfectly.
When he leans forward, taking my clit in his mouth, I see stars. My body goes taut as he sucks at me, his fingers keeping up that perfect rhythm until the hand that was previously holding me in place is tangled in his hair, begging for more.
I can feel his groan in my core, his quiet desperation building.
Where he was gentle before, he grabs me needily now. His fingers dig into the flesh of my thigh and reach up to squeeze my breast.
He’s a live wire ready to snap, and I’ve never been so excited to watch someone explode.
He extracts every ounce of pleasure from me as my thighs clench around his face, then slowly pulls the creaking and cracking water wheel down, stopping only when he can kiss me languidly.
“I love the way you taste,” he says against my lips, before his tongue snakes into my mouth.
I melt into him, my breathing still heavy as his hand slips between my knees.
“Evie, I want you so bad,” he murmurs, pressing my legs wide again.
I nod, one hand still above my head and holding onto the plank for dear life. “I want you too,” I say, wrapping my legs around his waist.
I feel spent. Tired. Ready for sleep so I can wake up to him.
But what I want most right now is to feel him come. To see him unravel in the same way I already did. Twice.
We’ve been building toward this moment for so long. Since that first day when I pushed him into the stream. Since he put on his little lumberjack costume. Over the three days he took care of me, his biggest concern making sure I was okay.
"I want to feel you," I say.
He pauses, one eyebrow raising as he digests the meaning of my words. "Yeah?"
I nod. "Please."
He takes a second to remove the condom, his eyes fluttering shut when he finally slips inside me. He kisses my neck, nipping lightly at the skin there, and throws my leg over his arm just like he did when he fucked me against the barn. He moves deliberately, giving me slow, long strokes that send tingles throughout my body.
And then he tugs the water wheel down, seating himself so deep inside me that I whimper, grabbing hold of the plank above me hard enough that I feel it move.
And… break.
I glance up, noting that the end that detached from thewater wheel looks clean. Like we might just be able to find a fresh screw and no one would ever notice.
“Oh fuck,” he grumbles, pausing for a moment to stare at it. “That must have been where the log gut stuck.”
I shake my head. “We’ll worry about it later. Just fuck me,” I say, running my hands up underneath his t-shirt and feeling his rock-hard body as his attention focuses back on me. He tugs the water wheel down a little further, seating himself deep inside me.
“Good, Evie?”
I nod, clinging to him. “God, you’re justbig.”
