Erotic Fiction: Around the Ferris Wheel

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The city sprawled beneath us in a sea of glittering lights, distant and quiet from this height. The Ferris wheel creaked softly as it rocked, the enclosed cabin swaying just enough to remind me how high up we were.

But that wasn’t what had my pulse hammering.

It was her.

She sat across from me, her dress riding high on her thighs, her lips curved in a knowing smirk. The air between us was thick with tension, the kind that had been building all evening—through teasing touches, lingering glances, and whispered promises against the shell of my ear.

We were alone.

The cabins ahead and behind had emptied during the last rotation, leaving us in this small, intimate space, suspended above the city. I watched as she shifted closer, closing the distance between us with slow, deliberate movements, her fingers grazing my knee.

“How much time do you think we have?” she murmured, her voice dripping with mischief.

I swallowed hard, my breath uneven as she traced lazy circles on my thigh. “Long enough.”

Her eyes sparkled under the soft glow of the cabin's light. “Then let’s not waste it.”

Before I could respond, she straddled my lap, her heat pressing against me through layers of fabric. My hands found her hips instinctively, fingers digging into soft curves as she rocked against me, teasing, testing.

“Fuck,” I breathed, head tipping back as her lips ghosted over my jaw.

She was playing with fire, and she knew it. The thrill of being up here, so high above the world, with nothing but thin glass separating us from the city below—it only made everything more intense.

Her fingers worked their way to my belt, tugging it loose with practiced ease. The Ferris wheel jerked slightly as it began to move again, and she giggled, breath warm against my neck.

“Think anyone’s watching?” she teased.

I glanced at the ground far below, at the people oblivious to what was happening above their heads. “Not unless they’ve got binoculars.”

She grinned. “Good.”

Her hand slipped into my open jeans, wrapping around me with a slow, deliberate stroke that had my breath catching. I groaned, gripping her hips tighter as she moved against me, her own arousal evident in the way her body melted into mine.

The Ferris wheel continued its slow rotation, the cabin tilting just enough to remind us of where we were. But I didn't care. Not when she was like this—uninhibited, daring, lost in the moment.

She guided me inside her with a sigh, her hands gripping my shoulders as she sank down, taking me inch by inch. My fingers dug into her thighs, my pulse pounding in my ears as she began to move, rolling her hips in slow, sensual circles.

“Shit,” I groaned, my forehead pressing against hers. “You feel incredible.”

Her lips brushed against mine, not quite a kiss, just enough to tease. “Then don’t hold back.”

I didn’t.

I grabbed her waist, guiding her movements, matching her rhythm as pleasure coiled tight in my belly. She moaned softly, biting her lip to keep quiet, but the way she trembled in my arms told me she was just as close to losing control.

The Ferris wheel neared the top again, the cabin pausing for just a few breaths. The moment stretched between us, electric, suspended in time.

She shuddered, her body tightening around me, and I knew she was close. “Come for me,” I murmured against her lips, my voice rough with need.

Her breath hitched, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she tensed, a soft cry slipping past her lips. The sight of her unraveling sent me over the edge, my own release tearing through me as I held her tight, lost in the sensation of her warmth, her scent, her everything.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. The city lights blurred beyond the cabin, the world outside forgotten as we caught our breath.

Then, slowly, she pulled back, smoothing her dress with a satisfied smirk. “That was fun.”

I laughed, still trying to recover. “Dangerous, but fun.”

The Ferris wheel reached the bottom, and we straightened ourselves just as the ride operator came into view. He gave us a lazy nod, none the wiser.

As we stepped out onto solid ground, she laced her fingers through mine and leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear.

“Let’s find another thrill.”

And just like that, I was ready for more.