Page 79 of Riding the High

Ginger’s eyes flutter open. “Cocky …” is all she mutters, but she doesn’t deny the truth.

“Must also be why this soaking pussy is aching for my fingers right now?”

I continue teasing her and she writhes under my touch, the sound of her desire echoing against the rushing water beside us. I finally tug her panties aside and push into her; sweet and wet. I bite back a groan as I stroke her G-spot.

“Must be …” is all she whispers as I smile into her lips.

I pull away to look down at her. Sweat glistens on her chest in the Kentucky heat, and the sun beats down in dappled shadows through the trees. I pull her tank top off over her head and she lies under me, eyes hooded, hair splayed around her. I watch the little pulse hammering in her throat and the flush of her cheeks increasing. As my fingers continue to work in and out of her I know that, no matter what happens, I will remember her just like this for the rest of my life.

I continue to tease her, never giving her what she fully needs. Toying with her is quickly becoming my new favorite hobby.

“Please, Cole …” Her begging words are a shot straight to my hard and aching cock.

“Mmmhmmm …” I say as my tongue lazily flicks her hardened nipple. “I don’t know. The way you’re breathing right now … doesn’t seem on the fake side of things to me.”

I pinch her clit and her back arches.

“It’s just because it’s … so hot out here,” she retorts.

I grin into her neck and take a bite. She moans even louder, and I take that as an invitation to lose my jeans with a couple ofswift movements. I pull my shirt over my head before tugging her shorts and panties from her body, tossing them aside. She doesn’t even flinch at where we are. The sense that she trusts me implicitly to keep her safe isn’t lost on me. In fact, it fuels me.

Our hot naked bodies press together and I still to revel in the feeling for a few moments while I kiss her. This ache, this need to be inside her, confirms she’s a drug I’m quickly becoming addicted to. Sweat covers us both from the midday sun, and I never want to stop kissing her. I slide my cock through her slit and coat myself in her.

“Fuck, the feeling of being covered in you is so goddamn good. You’re drenched, Ginger.”

“It … it’s the heat … it turns me on,” she moans.

I smirk. It takes everything in me, everything I have, to back away and stand up.

“Got it. It’s just the weather you’re worked up about? Seems to me like maybe you just need to cool down then,” I say as I leave her on the blanket.

She’s a literal hot mess right now and I fucking love it. I saunter naked, without a care in the world, to the water’s edge and make my way in; it’s warm after the heatwave of the last two weeks and I can see all the way to the bottom of the crystal-clear spring. I push off toward the waterfall until I’m waist-deep and close enough to feel the spray, before turning and calling back to her.

“Coming in? It’ll help you to cool down!” I grin, dunking my head under and pushing the water off my face. A look of sheer Ginger determination takes over her expression as she narrows her eyes at me, flicking her hair off her shoulders and stalking toward the river.

“You’re right, Cole, that’s just what I need. A nice swim,” she calls out.

I take in the show before me as Ginger, in all her incrediblenaked glory, moves toward the water. A vision of complete confidence and pure sex.

Her nipples are hard, and ready to be pulled into my mouth, and her dark curls trail down her back as she walks. That small waist, those full hips, that golden skin. Her perfect tits that bounce as she heads toward me. She’s a modern-day Aphrodite. Ginger disappears into the water in a perfectly executed little dive before popping up right in front of me seconds later. The moment her goose-pebbled skin touches mine, it’s game over.

She wraps her legs around me, weightless. The heat of her pussy is still apparent against my cock; I can feel her hot arousal even under the water. Her arms rest on my shoulders, relaxed, and she angles her face toward mine.

“So much better,” she says, smiling sweetly. “I’m not hot at all anymore.” Her pussy hugs my cock, sliding up and down just to torture me. “Perfectly cool now, actually. How are you?”

She licks my bottom lip and all my thoughts leave my head.

“Fuck,” I growl as my mouth crashes down to meet hers, and my hands find every possible stretch of her wet silky skin. Her fingers lace through my hair and she pulls tight in invitation. I don’t waste a second. Her hot pussy is right there and mine for the taking as I drive into her under the water without hesitation. We moan in unison as she clamps down around me.

There’s no friction, she’s way too wet for that, but somehow the cool water makes her even tighter, and her throaty sounds echo off the falls as I fill her. I take her hard and fast.

“You want to know why I can’t keep control around you, Ginger?” I say as we move together.

Her forehead tips to my chin as she slips into the abyss with me. I’m right there with her because there’s no explaining this. This feeling of ustogether.

“It’s not because we’rejustfriends. It’s because you weremade for me. You know every single button to press. Every single thing you do drives me fucking crazy.” I change my tone to a warning. “I could do this all fucking day,” I smirk, slowing my pace, filling her to the hilt and holding myself deep inside her.

“Cole …” she moans, wanting me to move.

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