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“Here.” Connor points to a place not far from where we’re standing. It’s marked with a huge glossy-black bird with a single yellow eye and wedge-shaped tail that issues a silent warning. “I saw this ride online and knew we had to come here.”
“You got us tickets to ride just this one ride?” We’re walking through the park and I stop short when we get to the end of the queue for the coaster. It’s called Raven Flight. I can’t stop laughing.
We click selfies of us waiting in line. Connor entertains himself by trying to grope my breasts and behind and fool those around us into thinking that he’s swatting a bee or flicking a hair from my shirt. It’s become an elaborate, playful game by the time it’s our turn to be seated in a car.
The seat I climb into is suspended from the top of the ride. Belts are strapped between my legs and over my shoulders and waist before a heavy bar locks down over my head. My heart starts to race and I grip the bar over me. Miss Insecure is in full-on panic mode, but a new smaller character is being born at the same time. She’s all fun and laughter and thrill and playfulness.. Miss Adventure, welcome to the world. I put her in charge for the rest of the day. #bringiton
The ride begins its slow ascent and I feel the floor slope away, leaving my feet dangling in midair. The long, loud ticks of the ride bring us up to the crest of the first hill and in a moment, we slip over the edge and slide downward into what appears to be empty space. My chair tilts and I’m in a superman pose, facing the ground, watching it race beneath me in a blur of color and sound. I let out a laugh and look over to see Connor with his arms outstretched and his eyes closed.
I put my arms out and our fingers touch. He takes my hand and we are flying. We arch upwards, twist to the right, and then quickly back to the left again. We repeat this zigzag back and forth a few more times before arching up back toward the sky again. And then we careen down into a loop, coming face to face with first the ground and then the sky. The ride finishes with a corkscrew that leaves me breathless and laughing before we finally lurch to a stop right where we began. We’re forced to wait a few seconds while riders ahead of us disembark. The ground slopes back under my feet and I am thankful for the delay. I need my wobbly legs to firm up before I attempt to walk.
“Wow!” I say as we exit, my muscles still twitching and trembling from the adrenaline rush.
“So, you liked it?” Connor says, raking his long hair back into a sloppy twist at the nape of his neck.
“No,” I begin tugging at his arm to reenter the queue. “I loved it! Let’s go again.”
We ride Raven Flight three more times before tackling a log flume, a runaway train ride and finally a slow spin on a giant Ferris wheel.
“OK, so food?” Connor queries as our car tips, suspended nearly at the top of the wheel.
“You and food,” I chide.
“I’m hungry. Someone had me working up an appetite early this morning.” His hand snakes up the hem of my shorts and tickles at the center of my body with his thumb. I clench when he hits a delicate spot where the tiny knot of sensation is covered by a stretch of blue cotton and lace.
“Hmm,” he leans over and kisses my neck. “I know what I want for lunch.”
I smile and bend my neck to allow him better access to continue kissing my throat. “You do?”
“Yes. This,” he whispers. His thumb caresses softly again and I feel his fingers snake under my panties. I wiggle in my seat and adjust my posture, giving him access to what he wants. He starts to stroke slowly inside me with one finger, then two, working at that needy little nub with this thumb. Our chair swings and we lurch forward, one car away from the apex of the circle.
Connor continues his kneading, the movements slightly faster now. I bite my bottom lip and let my body surrender to his touch. Miss Adventure and Inner Sex Goddess are an unbeatable team.
Connor nips at my neck and kisses me while my body starts to squirm. When we reach the top of the wheel, I reach my top, too, and curl into a ball as I dissolve into spasms against his fingers. He kisses me long and hard before removing his hand from my panties. I watch as he puts his fingers into his mouth and then sucks on them. And just like that, Miss Adventure has an orgasm. And now she, too, has fallen hopelessly in love with Connor Rose.
“Sweet,” he says, before kissing me again. The next time our car moves, we make a complete circle before we stop at the bottom and the door pops open to let us out. I’m exhilarated.
We opt for tacos and then head toward the water park. Connor has reserved a private cabana for us that includes a tiny bathroom — even smaller than the one in our Minnow Bucket — and two plush loungers under a canopy of shade. I slip in to change into my bright pink string bikini, ready for a dip in the pool.
I chose this bikini over the other two for blatantly obvious reasons. It’s not the skimpiest one I brought, but the halter top has molded foam padding that makes my B cups look like Cs. And the bikini bottoms hug my cheeks like a couple of baseball mitts. Truthfully, even Miss Insecure likes what she sees in the mirror.
“I hope that water is cold,” Connor says, gawking shamelessly at me when I reemerge. “I’m going to need it. And you’re not going to sleep much tonight when I’m finally able to get my hands on you.”
“It’s not only your hands you want on me, is it?” I tease and shrug nonchalantly as I dive into the pool.
“No,” he affirms and dives in after me.
* * *
In the shower, I discover not only red patches from overexposure to the brutal summer sun, but a couple of tiny little nip marks along my breasts and inner thighs. Connor practically attacked me as soon as the camper door closed behind us. He tore off my swimsuit, and demonstrated his proficiency in his version of the breaststroke before I managed to get into the shower. Despite his urgency and desire, he never forgot lube and asked me several times if I was OK. I was better than OK. Twice.
I take my time in the shower, letting the cool water soothe my sunburn and the tender ache between my legs. When I emerge, our little table is spread with a cloth. Candles are glowing and an unmistakable aroma of garlic, basil and Italian spices waft throughout the Minnow Bucket.
“Connor, what is all this?” My stomach rumbles.
“Dinner. You have got to be starved. You’ve barely eaten anything all day.” He lays pillowing breadsticks onto the table.
“I am,” I acknowledge his thoughtfulness. I sit across from him and feel the sting of his invasion as I do. I wince, not realizing I’ve even done it.
“Raven, are you all right? Is it sunburn?” he asks sharply. When I don’t respond right away, he narrows his gaze and adds softly, “Did I hurt you, baby?”
My eyes shoot up to his. “No,” I reply instantly. “Well, yes. Just a little sore from so much sex after going so long without it. Pass the salad, please.”
“Raven?” His blue gaze fixes on me and feels like cold steel pressing into my heart. “Baby, there are rules. You’re not obligated to give anything. You’re supposed to tell me …”
“Connor. You are amazing. I love being with you. Everything feels good. Really, really good. You have my word that if I don’t want it, you’ll be the first to know. Now, the salad, if you please.”
I swear a low growl of disapproval crawls up from his throat as he hands me the salad and then loads my plate with pasta, sauce and a delicious eggplant parmesan.
