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She sniffled, and I looked up, losing my balance and tipping again. That was when I realized Enid’s hands were no longer under my back. I wasn’t sure when she’d let go, but she quickly grabbed me and pulled me onto the ledge, my feet finding solid ground again.

“I think that’s enough for today,” she said.

Any sadness I thought I’d heard in her voice had disappeared as she gave me a wicked smile. “Now you get your reward.” She pushed me toward the wall until my back was pressed against it.

“I do like rewards,” I said as she leaned forward to kiss me, heavy breasts pushing into my chest.

My cock hardened at the feel of her slick body against mine. I grabbed her hips and whirled her around so that I was the one pinning her to the wall, my arms caging her.

All thoughts of swimming fled as my hands explored the contours of her body.

I loved the divot between her waist and hips. I ran my hands up and down it, then stretched them around her back to cup her ass. I lifted her against me, and my cock slid between her folds. She threw back her head and let out a gasp while I leaned forward to press a kiss to her neck.

She started grinding up and down, and holy fuck that felt amazing. I kept a tight hold on her while she rubbed herself on my cock.

“I will practice swimming every day,” I rasped. “If you just keep doing this right now. Don’t fucking stop.”

Her breathing grew heavy, her head thrown back, eyes fluttering closed. I loved watching her lose control. Enid was always so guarded, walls up, but in this moment, she was completely bare, and it was stunning.

She gripped my arms tight, nails digging into my biceps. “I love feeling your muscles,” she said. “The way they contract while you’re holding me.”

“Oh, fuck, Enid.”

I wanted this to last longer, but after that admission, it wasn’t going to happen. My orgasm was already building.

She quickened her pace and tipped her head forward so our mouths could clumsily crash together. The head of my cock pressed right against her entrance, stretching it just slightly but not entering. The day I experienced my cock buried inside Enid was a day I wasn’t sure I’d survive.

It already felt like this was too much. Too much sensation. Too much pleasure.

She moaned again, a guttural sound that heated my blood.

“I’m going to come,” I said. “Fuck, it’s too soon, but⁠—”

“Me too.”

That was all it took. I jerked as my orgasm hit me, and her breathing intensified as she cried out, her entire body convulsing while I held her tight and she clung to me.

She let out a final breathy moan and her head thunked against my shoulder, her body going slack against mine.

“All right,” I finally said once I’d regained my breath. “That was worth almost drowning.”

CHAPTER 28

Enid

We lay on our backs, stretched out on soft, mossy grass as we gazed up at the blue sky. Puffy clouds rolled by, all different shapes and sizes.

“Tea or coffee?” Nevan asked.

I wrinkled my nose. “Are you daft? Definitely tea.”

He snorted.

I’d never had coffee until this city landed on my bog, and then I’d decided to try it one day. It had tasted bitter and utterly disgusting. I’d almost spit it out everywhere.

“Tea is soft and subtle and delicious. That coffee you all sell tastes like dirt.”

He laughed. “It also keeps me awake.”