Sixteen minutes.
The people waiting in line start complaining under their breath, then louder when they realize he isn’t changing his mind. But he doesn’t even look at them. One by one, they just give up and walk away, until it’s just us.
I already feel like I might puke, but I’m trusting the process.
I swallow my pride and sit in the swing made for couples, and he sits right beside me. The man locks us in, then walks to the motor that powers the ride, and slowly, we begin to lift into the air.
I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to look down.
But he pulls me closer, his hand sliding over my thigh.
I open my eyes just enough to see that no one is beneath us. My gaze moves upward instead, to the open sky, then to the glowing tents below, then to the other swings spinning around us in a wide circle.
He moves his hand higher along my thigh, my fingers tightening around the cold iron handle as I let him slide inside me. His touch floats, fingers leaving me only to circle my clit, pulling a shiver straight down my spine.
He licks his lips, then lowers his mouth to my neck, brushing a kiss before his teeth catch my skin. His fingers slip back insideme, deeper this time, pushing as his teeth drag lightly along my throat.
A moan breaks out of me, my body leaning into his hand as his thrusts quicken.
“Spread your legs,” he says. “No one can see us.”
I believe him.
I spread my legs wider, my back pressing into the swing as my lips part, my body pulsing against his hand.
He lifts his head, his other hand finding my cheek, holding me still as he pulls me into him. His lips meet mine, his tongue sliding inside as if he’s tasting every sound I make.
His fingers press further inside me, stretching me, first two, then three, moving in while his palm brushes against my clit. Each thrust sends another wave through me, my moans spilling into his mouth.
“Relax,” he breathes against my lips. “You’re holding everything but me.”
My eyes fall shut, my back arching as I give in, leaning fully into his touch.
“Good girl,” he whispers, and I feel him push deeper again, my pussy opening for him.
He has full control over me.
I bite down on my lip, feeling my inner walls tighten then relax holding him in. When he pulls his fingers out, the emptiness makes me gasp, only for him to circle my clit again, drawing a louder moan from my throat. My hand flies over my mouth, trying to trap the sound.
He doesn’t let me recover. His fingers slip back inside me, all four this time, but he doesn’t thrust deep. He drags them back, curling them just enough to keep me hooked on him, his fingertips pressing and pulsing in a way that makes my breath stutter. His palm ponds against my clit, each touch pushing me closer to the edge.
I can’t hold it.
My eyes fall shut, my body giving in as my moans grow louder behind my hand.
The pressure builds so fast, and then it breaks, warmth spilling over his fingers, my whole body shaking as he keeps moving inside me, not stopping, not letting me come down.
A quiet chuckle leaves him.
He slides his fingers out, only to return to my clit, slowly again, dragging it out, while his other hand cups my cheeks, forcing my face toward his. His mouth claims mine, his tongue slipping inside, swallowing every broken sound I make as I tremble against him.
“Don’t hide it,” he whispers. “I can feel exactly what I’m doing to you.”
He pulls back just enough to reach into his pocket, retrieving my thongs. He wipes his hand with them like it’s nothing, folding them and pressing them back in the pocket.
I just stare at him, my body still trembling. The ride slows beneath us, and within a minute we’re back on the ground. My feet can’t even stand, he made me lose the ability to walk.
“You…” I gasp, trying to take a step, but my knees buckle, my balance gone. “We…”
