Being near her makes me think loving is easy.
She’s someone I could fall in love with.
Someone Iamfalling in love with.
“You know how you said you used to come here when you were young?” she asks. “I wonder if we ever met before this, if we ever crossed paths.”
“I think there was always going to be me and you in Ruby Lake,” I say, kissing the top of her head.
“Henry,” she whispers, “I’m scared.”
“Me too, baby. Me too.”
“What happens when you leave?”
“I wish I had the answer,” I say quietly. “I think no matter what lifetime we’re in, we will always find each other. It was always going to be you and me.”
“I think so too.” Her fingers intertwine with mine and she nuzzles her head into the crook of my neck as we look out at the night sky and lake in front of us.
After a few minutes of just existing with each other, I hear her stomach rumble and it causes both of us to laugh.
“What if we have dessert before dinner?” she asks. “I’m really craving a s’more.”
Without question, I stand to grab the roasting sticks and s’mores supplies. “If little Henry could see me now, having s’mores for dinner, he would lose his mind.”
“Did you know I hadn’t tried one until like, I don’t know, two years ago?”
“You’re joking.”
“Afraid not, and I’m not sure how I lived without them.”
“We’re about to have so many that it’ll make up for lost time,” I say.
I open the bag of marshmallows, poking one on a stick for each of us,
Where she takes time roasting hers, I stick mine right into the fire, watching the edges go from golden brown to burnt and crispy.
She laughs and shakes her head. Grabbing a graham cracker and chocolate, I piece the three ingredients together into the perfect s’more. “Burnt and delicious,” I say as I finish it in three bites.
Giggling, she ushers me closer. Her hands come to the corner of my mouth and her thumb wipes chocolate off my lip. Before her hand gets away, I grab her wrist and keep in place, sucking her thumb into my mouth and cleaning off the chocolate.
“I think you might be more delicious actually,” I say after I let go of her thumb, sucking it with a pop.
“You think so?” She smirks and I stand on my knees, towering over her.
“I know so, but I might need another taste?”
She nods and drops her roasting stick but is too mesmerized to do anything about it when I’m crowding her like this.
The taste of her skin turned me into a feral animal and now all I want to do is drown in her, devouring every part of her delicate body. “I need a verbal yes that I can eat your pussy for dessert.” I lean in for a kiss, my teeth nipping at her bottom lip.
“Y-yes. Please.”
“Lay down and open those pretty little legs for me.” She gets off the chair and sits on the blanket next to it. I lightly nudge her to lie down and she does as she’s told, opening her legs for me. I pull at those devilish shorts she wears to sleep and drag them down her long legs.
Knowing her pussy is going to drench my mouth soon is enough to have my dick hardening in my pants again and I’ve barely touched her.
“First, let me play with you.” I tower over her, leaning on one hand by her head and my other playing along her skin. “You’re so soft, I just want to take a bite.”
