Of course

Emily didn’t let up.

Every ride, every line, every moment between them—it was all play. All pressure. Her touches weren’t accidents anymore. They were punctuation. Deliberate. Controlled. Slow enough not to draw outside attention, but unmistakable in intention.

She slipped behind him on every tandem slide, letting her inner thighs grip his hips, her chest press against his back, her hands splayed across his stomach as they rocketed down tubes together, bodies slick and tangled in shared adrenaline.

In the wave pool, she floated closer than necessary. Always drifting near. Every time he looked up, she was already watching him, wet hair clinging to her flushed face, bikini barely staying in place. When the waves hit hard enough to rock her balance, she clung to his shoulders like he was her lifeline, her breasts bobbing and pressing against him with every surge.

And when she leaned in to talk, her lips brushed his ear—warm, breathy, teasing. Just little things: asking what his favorite ride was, what school he went to, if he always turned so red when a woman touched him. Her mouth practically grazed his skin.

He was hard now. Constantly. His board shorts barely disguised it—Emily could see the outline even when he tried to shift or hide it behind his hands.

The first time she caught a glimpse, she pretended not to notice. Just a flick of her eyes, then back to his face.

The second time, she let her gaze linger.

God, she thought, he’s huge.

During a particularly rough wave, she lost her balance—“lost”—and grabbed onto him, her hand sliding down his chest and catching on his waistband. Her fingers skimmed lower, “by mistake,” and brushed his erection through the soaked fabric.

He jumped. Literally jumped.

His face flushed crimson. He couldn’t speak.

Emily tilted her head, smiled softly.

“You okay?”

He swallowed hard, nodded. Couldn’t look her in the eye.

She floated closer again, not saying a word. Just watching him struggle to breathe.

And underneath the water, her toes found his leg and brushed up the inside of his calf.

She didn’t stop smiling.