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.”