A current of pleasure went straight down to her gut, and she gasped.
“Okay, biker chick, let me show you the pleasures of making love in the water.” He ripped open the foil and rolled the condom on, flipping the wrapper onto the rock too. Then he lifted her up, dragging her breasts up his chest and the vee of her legs up his erection until she was above it. “Put your legs around me,” he commanded.
She opened her thighs and bent her knees around his waist, feeling the head of his penis pressing against her. He wrapped his fingers around her thighs where they joined her buttocks and spread them even farther as he positioned himself. He thrust upward as he let her slide down so he was seated deep inside her.
“Oh dear God!” she moaned as the exquisite ache of arousal was partially slaked by the feeling of him filling her.
“Now lean back and let the water hold you up,” he said. “I won’t let go of you.”
A shimmer of nervousness amplified the sensation of being joined with him so intimately. She slowly eased backward, sliding her grip down his arms until she was perpendicular to him, touching the surface of the water. She felt her hair drift out from her head as the current caught it. The chill of the river water contrasted sharply with the conflagration pulsing between her legs, making her shiver with sensory overload.
“Is it too cold for you?” he asked, concern making him frown.
“No, no. It’s just, well, a lot of different feelings all swirling around together.”
The shadow on his face vanished. “Then I’ll have to give you something to focus on, won’t I?”
“That might help.” He flexed his hips, and the small movement centered all her attention on the place between her thighs. “Yup,” she gasped. “Totally focused now.”
“Good.” His voice had turned raspy, and she suspected his focus had gotten pretty intense too. “Sweetheart, I’ve got you, I promise. Let go. You’ll float.”
“What? Oh.” She released her fingers, which were clamped around his wrists, and felt the water cradle her, rocking gently in the wavelets that lapped at her sides. Her arms floated outward as she relaxed into the sense of being anchored and free at the same time.
“That’s it,” Paul crooned, bending over to suck at first one nipple and then the other. His motion changed the angle where they were joined, sending a tremor through her. The warmth of his mouth seeped through the wet lace of her bra, igniting a slow burn that spread over her skin and sank deep inside her. She expected the water around her to start boiling at any moment.
“Do that again!” She started to arch into him but it tipped her head underwater, so she forced her muscles to relax and do nothing but receive the sensations as he dragged his mouth over the swell of her breasts, up to nip at her neck, down to lap the water from her navel. Trusting him. Letting go.
“Time for this to be removed,” he said, flicking the front clasp of her bra open and peeling the cups away from her breasts. His eyes were hooded as he looked down at her, and she saw the flare of his nostrils as he breathed in sharply. “So beautiful.”
He brushed one palm over her bared nipples, making her gasp and writhe. His touch tightened the coiling tension between her legs to the breaking point.
“Paul, please, I need to come now.”
“Thought you’d never ask.” He took hold of her waist, his thumbs pressed against her hipbones, and began to move, guiding her body in the water so as he thrust forward he brought her in against him. As he withdrew, he pushed her slightly away. The motion sent little crests of water washing gently against her sensitized clitoris, driving her arousal higher and higher without releasing it.
“Oh yes, please. Oh please. Oh please.” She begged for her climax, even as she wanted to prolong the extraordinary sensations.
He increased the tempo and ground against her each time they came together. That was all she needed to explode into a screaming, writhing mass of orgasm, the muscles inside her clenching into a hard, tight fist before opening to fling exquisite bursts of pleasure through her body. She wondered why she hadn’t swallowed gallons of water in her thrashing before she noticed Paul had slid his hands and forearms under her back to keep her afloat. His cock still filled and moored her to him.
She lay half in the water, half in his arms, as aftershocks danced through her. Once her body quieted, she opened her eyes to find him gazing down at her, his expression a combination of arousal, satisfaction, and tenderness.
“Paul, you didn’t finish.”
“I don’t need to,” he said.
“That wouldn’t be fair. You worked hard.”