Country Roads(71)

“Damn straight,” he said, “but I got my reward.”

She started to shake her head before remembering she’d get water up her nose. She lifted her hands to his shoulders. “Help me up.”

He obliged by tipping her up against his chest while she kept her legs locked around his waist.

“Now take me over to that ledge.” She pointed to a shelf of the rock that was almost level with the surface of the water.

He carried her to the stone and eased her bare behind onto it. She unhooked her ankles, sliding her knees up onto his hips and leaning back against the boulder so her pelvis was tilted up for him. He started to pull out but she clamped her knees in hard. “No, do it here.”

She could feel his erection swell, but he looked torn. “Are you sure you’re ready?” He framed her face with his hands, scanning it.

“Born ready,” she whispered, turning her face to give his thumb a playful bite.

His restraint evaporated at that. He whipped his hands down to her hips and angled them to his satisfaction before he let go to brace his hands on the rock above her. He withdrew almost completely before slamming back into her, his eyes locked on the place where their bodies came together. He dropped one hand to feather his fingers through her pubic hair. “Ah, I love the color of this. It glows as brightly as the rest of you.”

His finger slid lower and she jerked in surprise as her body reacted with a leap of pleasure.

“Oh, I see,” he said, gently massaging the sensitive spot. He moved his finger in rhythm with his thrusting hips until his control snapped and he clamped his hands around her thighs and pounded into his own orgasm. He shouted her name so loudly, it echoed back from across the river. As he pulsed against her, her inner muscles fired once more, sending her sighing into a climax of rippling, delicate shudders.

Her strength sapped, she melted back against the warm, smooth rock as her eyes fluttered closed. She felt Paul slip out of her and heard some splashing before a warm touch brushed the outside of her thighs and a weight settled on her shoulder. She slitted her eyes open to see him braced over her on his forearms as his head rested on her shoulder.

“You think you can drive the bike home, sweetheart?” he mumbled against her shoulder. “You’ve wrung me dry.”

“Wimp. I had two orgasms. You only had one.”

“That was not an orgasm. It was a nuclear blast.”

She felt a smile of satisfaction tug at her lips. She might not be experienced, but she could sure as heck improvise.

She felt the huff of his breath against her damp skin and shivered.

He lifted his head and grabbed her wrists to tug her upright. “Let’s get you out of this cold water and onto a nice warm blanket.”

“I’m really not cold.”

“You will be soon.” He lifted her off the ledge and let her down into the water, taking her hand to lead her back to the natural stairway up the boulder. He scooped up her panties and the condom foil on the way past.

“Oh no, my bra!” Julia said, feeling around her bare back at the reminder she had been wearing her fancy new lingerie when she stepped into the water.

Paul put up a hand to shade his eyes as he scanned down-river. “I think I see it. Take these.” He pushed the panties and foil in her hand and launched himself toward a fleck of white bobbing along the shore.

“Paul! Don’t worry about it!” she called, but he was in full pursuit and either didn’t hear her or chose not to listen. She contented herself with watching the beautiful play of muscles in his shoulders and back as he stroked hard to outpace the current.

He caught the white spot and yodeled in triumph, waving it above his head before he dove into the water and fought his way back upstream. As he reached the pool, he stood up so the water streamed down his chest, which heaved with his exertions. “You look just like my drawing, only better,” she said, letting her gaze linger on the hard-cut lines of his abdomen and the lean sinews of his thighs.

With a mischievous smirk, he spread the bra between his hands and held it across his groin in the same position as the fish in her sketch.

She laughed as she splashed over to him and ran her hands down his chest, following the rivulets of water. “You’re so beautiful.”

His breathing seemed to stop. “That’s my line.”

“Men can be beautiful too.”

He seized her hand and kissed it. “Your fingers are going all pruney.” He towed her toward the boulder and helped her up to the flat top, his touch lingering on her hips and behind as he boosted her up.

She laid her bra and panties out in the sun while Paul pulled on his briefs and jeans. As she picked up her jeans, he reached out to grab the denim. “Wood sprites don’t wear clothes when they’re in the wild.”