Till Summer Do Us Part(112)

“I need your shorts off. I want to feel more of you.”

I undo my shorts and pull them off as she helps me, leaving my boxer briefs on. She starts working my cock once she’s seated again.

“That’s it, baby,” I say. “Take what you want, what you need.”

Her teeth pull on her lip as she continues to move over me. “You’re so big, I love it. I love the way you fill me up. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

Her fingers claw at my shirt, which is growing wetter and wetter from her, so I tear it off my body and toss it to the side right before she bends down and takes my nipple in her mouth.

“Fuck,” I shout, not caring if someone hears us. “Yes, play with me. Use me.”

Her tongue flattens out and drags over my nipple, over and over again, while her hand pinches my other nipple, making it hard and sending a wave of pleasure straight to my cock, which causes me to jolt upward.

I move her off my lap, and she looks up at me, confused, but I say, “Stand up.” Like the good girl that she is, she stands up, and I pull her shirt over her head, then push her underwear down her legs, leaving her completely naked. I strip out of my boxer briefs as well and take her hand. “Let’s check off something from your list.”

With that, I carry her to the water.

“Are we skinny-dipping?”

“We are.”

The water is decently warm, thank God, and when we reach the deeper part, she wraps her arms and legs around me.

She presses her forehead against mine, and I can hear the smile in her voice when she says, “Can we fuck in here?”

“We can do whatever you want.”

She reaches between us, and she takes my dick in her hand, lines me up at her entrance, and then sits down, impaling herself.

Her head falls back, and her grip on me grows tighter as she adjusts to my size.

“God, you’re huge.” She takes a few deep breaths and then brings her head back to mine, where she looks me in the eyes for a few seconds and then kisses me.

She keeps me in place with her hands in my hair while her tongue darts into my mouth, opening me wide to her. I slide my hands around her and am filling her up with my cock while we float in the water, making out.

It’s so fucking intimate.

Unlike anything I’ve ever done with a woman, yet it feels so right.

It feels right being inside her.

It feels like I belong here.

Like this is who should be around me, with me…filling up this hole I’ve had inside me for so goddamn long.

Our tongues tangle, dancing over each other. Fuck, she tastes so good. So goddamn good. It makes me need so much more, so I find my footing on the bottom of the lake, grip her ass, and start moving her up and down on my cock.

She presses her forehead to mine. “Oh my God,” she whispers as her hands slide to my cheeks. “Fuck, Wilder, keep doing that.”

Water sloshes around us as I continue to pump her up and down, the water helping me maintain a good rhythm, creating an immense amount of friction.

“Your piercings,” she says. “They…they feel so good. God.” She starts tightening around me. “I’m sorry, fuck, I’m…I’m close. I’m sorry.”

The way she tightens around me makes me go feral. This feeling is what I crave—need—when she’s about to contract on my cock over and over again.

“Come for me, Pips. Come on my cock like a good girl.”

Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and she moves faster over me, controlling the pace as she lifts up and down.

And it’s so fucking good. The best goddamn feeling.

“Wilder.” She sucks in a sharp breath. Then she starts throbbing around me, pulsing. A moan falls past her lips right before she bites down on my shoulder to keep herself quiet.

It’s all I need, the pain and the pleasure; my orgasm shoots right down my spine, and I spill into her, both of us coming at the same time.

I cup the back of her head as I dip down into the water and let it slosh over us as we both catch our breath. After a few seconds, she pulls away and smiles up at me before pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

Then she chuckles…again.

“You know, this laughing thing after sex, not sure I’m a fan.”

She chuckles some more and then says, “I’m sorry. It’s just…I don’t know, this is crazy. I just had sex in a lake with a man who has four piercings on his penis. Like…if you had told me a year ago this is what I would be doing, I would have told you you were crazy.”

“Yeah, well, if you had told me a year ago I was going to pretend to be someone’s husband at a marriage summer camp, I would have said, where do I sign up?”

She laughs. “Have you always been like this? Up for anything?”

“Not always,” I say as I stay inside her, loving this connection as I still live off the high of our orgasm. “When my dad passed, I kind of made a promise to him to do as much as I could, to always say yes. That’s why I got into improv, not just because I needed more to do but because the rule is ‘yes, and’… I wanted to build that into my brain, that I’m a yes-man, that I will live life to its fullest, because you never know when it’s going to end.”

“I love that,” she says, cupping my cheek. “I think I need to do more of that.”