He groans, kissing my neck again. “So this is how I get you to be nice to me?”
“Iamnice to you.”
He nods, pressing deep again and causing me to throw my head back.
“I like this kind of nice,” he says, reaching up and thumbing my nipple. “Needy and wet and fucking perfect.”
I moan as he goes deep again, the tingly feeling throughout my bones melting slowly into one of intense pleasure.
“Ryder,” I gasp, as he goes deep again, my hand searching for the board I was hanging onto and coming up empty. I grab whatever else I can, holding on tight as my orgasm rips through me.
He nods. “I know, Evie.” He pauses. “You’re on birth control, right? I assumed that was the pill you took every day when you were sick but?—”
“Yes,” I interrupt as his pace ticks faster and I grab onto the water wheel tighter, feeling another piece move and willfully ignoring it.
“Can I?—?”
“Please.”
His muscles tense, his breathing erratic as he thrusts into me, the deepest he’s been. He groans into my neck, his fingers digging into my skin as he pulls me closer.
“Evie,” he grumbles, as he holds himself deep inside me. His dick twitches as he releases, every muscle taut and hard underneath my fingertips as he pumps into me repeatedly.
I meet him with each stroke, using the water wheel as leverage to get as close to him as possible. It shifts underneath me, and I decide that if this is really the end of the water wheel, at least it went out with a bang. Quite literally.
He moves one hand on the plank beneath my ass to press into me as tightly as he can as his orgasm wanes.
He drops his head to my shoulder when he’s done, leaving a sloppy kiss there as his breathing evens out.
A moment later, he lifts his head, finding my lips with his. He kisses me gently, his arms winding around my back as he slowly extracts himself.
My legs still spread wide, he slowly drips out of me.
He rests his forehead against mine as he runs his hands along my hips, my stomach.
“Fuck, Evie, I feel like I’ve been waiting a lifetime for this.”
I raise an eyebrow. “To fuck a girl using a water wheel like a sex swing?”
He shakes his head. “For you.”
His words strike me right in the chest, and I can’t help leaning forward and kissing him again.
He cups my face, kissing me on the cheeks and the nose and the forehead, before taking a step back and holding the water wheel steady while I step down. His eyes skate along my body as I move, heading straight for my discarded dress on the ground.
“We should probably get you cleaned up,” he says,brushing his fingers along my back to presumably remove some stream mud from where the water wheel pressed into me.
I squirm as more of him leaks out of me. “Yeah, I think a cleanup is an understatement,” I say, squishing my underwear in my hand and deciding it’s probably better to go without until I can secure a clean pair.
He grabs his jeans from the pile of our clothes and pulls them up over his hips, followed by his shoes, and I hang onto him while I pull my own back over my feet.
“Give me your underwear,” Ryder says, holding his hand out for them.
“What?”
“So you’re not walking through the party with them all bunched up in your fist?”
I blink, agreeing with his logic, and quickly press them into his palm before adjusting my socks.
