I reached down and helped her peel the swimsuit bottoms down her legs. She kicked them off, and I tossed them toward the bank. They landed just short, half in the water, but I didn’t care.
I gripped her thighs and lifted her. Her legs wrapped around my waist instantly, arms around my neck, and I held her there in the water, her center hovering right over my throbbing cock.
I nudged the swollen head of my cock against her entrance, groaning low at the first contact. She was impossibly hot, slick and soft kissing just the tip of me. The cool river water lapped around us, but between her thighs it was nothing but heat. She was so tight, I had to fight the urge to drive straight in.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I said against her lips.
She nodded, breath shaky. I pressed forward slowly, inch by careful inch. Her body resisted at first, clenching tight around me, and I felt her tense, teeth sinking into her lower lip. I kissed her through the sting, murmuring praises between kisses.
“That’s it, baby…just breathe. You’re taking me so well.”
Little by little, she softened, her walls yielding until I sank deeper. The sensation was overwhelming—tight, fluttering heat gripping every inch of my cock. She was pulsing around me, silky and slick, and each tiny shift of her hips sent heat racing up my spine.
I started moving—slow, rolling thrusts that made the water slosh gently between our bodies. The sound was filthy and perfect. Soft, rhythmic splashes every time I rocked up into her, the river rippling outward in tiny waves from where we were joined. It drove me insane—that wet, constant reminder of howdeep I was inside her, how her pussy was swallowing me whole in the middle of this open pool.
I pressed my mouth to her ear, voice low and rough. “Fuck, you feel so good…so tight and wet for me. This pretty little pussy is squeezing my cock like it doesn’t want to let go.”
She whimpered—tiny, breathy sounds right against my ear, so quiet they were almost secret. Soft, desperate little noises that only I could hear. A shaky “ah…”, a muffled moan, a broken sigh every time I went a little deeper. Each one made my balls draw up tighter.
I gripped her ass harder, lifting and lowering her onto me as I thrust up. The water slapped louder now, rhythmic and obscene, splashing against my stomach with every deep stroke. It pushed me closer to the edge faster than I wanted.
“You hear that?” I rasped against her ear, nipping her earlobe. “Hear how wet you are for me? That sloppy sound every time I slide into you… God, it’s driving me crazy.”
Her noises grew a little needier, those sweet, barely-there cries vibrating against my neck. Her legs tightened around my waist, heels digging into my back. I could feel her getting close again—her walls rippling, fluttering, milking me with every thrust.
When she came, it hit her hard. She buried her face in my shoulder and clenched around my cock in powerful, rhythmic spasms, her whole body shaking as those tiny sounds turned into a choked, trembling moan right in my ear.
That was it for me.
The pressure coiled tight at the base of my spine, then exploded outward. My orgasm slammed into me like a wave—intense, almost blinding.
I buried myself to the hilt, hips jerking as thick ropes of cum pulsed deep inside her, again and again. Each powerful spurt sent raw pleasure through me, my cock throbbing hardagainst her fluttering walls. The heat of it, the way her pussy kept squeezing and pulling every drop from me, made my vision blur at the edges. My balls ached with the force of it, pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain as I kept grinding into her, chasing every last pulse.
I groaned deep and guttural against her neck, the sound dragging out of me as I emptied myself completely. The water kept sloshing softly around us, slower now, echoing the fading pulses of my release.
We stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard. Finally her legs unwrapped, and she slid down my body on shaky limbs. I kept an arm around her—she looked unsteady, knees soft—and helped her wade to the bank. We collapsed together on the warm gravel and roots, chests heaving.
We sat there side by side, looking out over the still pool. Sunlight came down through the trees, turning the water into liquid gold. In the distance, the teenagers’ laughter drifted back to us—sharp, carefree reminders that the world was still turning.
I reached over and brushed a strand of wet hair from her face. She turned her head, eyes meeting mine, and for a long moment, nothing existed but her.
We sat there a while longer before I stirred. Her swimsuit bottoms were drifting in the shallows a few feet down the bank, caught against a half-submerged root. I waded in and fished them out, wrung them once, and brought them back to her without comment. She took them with a quiet, almost-shy look I hadn’t seen from her yet, and I turned my back to give her privacy while she pulled them on. Her cover-up came down over the rest of her a moment later, and that was that.
I shrugged my own trunks back into place and we walked to the canoe together.
5
ANNALEISE
The dock looked different coming back.
Going out, it had been just a starting point—wood planks and still water and a man who was four minutes late. Coming back, it felt like something ending, which was ridiculous because nothing had started.
I was a nursing school graduate from Johnson City who had booked a float trip and gotten more than I paid for. That was all this was.
I told myself that the whole way back down the river.
Cade had been easy and unhurried on the return trip, same as he’d been all morning. Meanwhile, I’d sat in the bow and watched the tree line and tried to locate the version of myself that had stood on that dock with her jaw set and her watch checked and her whole life accounted for. She felt very far away. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.
