I beat Lark here and take the time to set up. I lay out the blanket and grab the wine we never drank and the hodgepodge of snacks I grabbed.
I needed to make it look normal.
After about twenty minutes, I hear hoofbeats coming toward the clearing.
Then I see her, long hair flowing behind her as she rides closer before coming to a halt. She removes her hat, her hair tumbling down around her, and she dismounts. She ties off her horse and then walks to me, tossing her hat on the blanket. I do the same and then catch her as she rushes to me.
My arms wrap around her, pulling her up, and her lips are on mine a moment later.
No words.
No greeting.
Just need.
This day has felt like it took double the time. Every minute was like an hour, and it seems she felt it too.
I lift her higher, forcing her to wrap her legs around my hips as I walk us to the blanket.
Her mouth is like fire, stoking me back to life.
As we fall onto the blanket, she lets out a giggle and then grabs my face, kissing me again. After a few seconds, she pushes me onto my back and straddles me, sitting tall and grinning. “Hi.”
“Hi, yourself.”
“Long day for you too?”
I snort a laugh. “You could say that. I ran into this girl earlier who put a huge kink in my plan.”
Lark smiles and shifts, rubbing against my very hard cock. “Oh, tell me about her.”
I grab her hips to stop her. “She’s annoying.”
“Really? Why is that?”
She won’t stop invading my thoughts, for one.
I don’t say that, though. I lead with a more obvious one. “Her family keeps harassing mine.”
Lark laughs softly. “That would be one thing to hold against her, if it were true.”
“Oh, do you know this girl, then?”
She leans down, her arms on each side of my head. “I might.”
“She’s terrible.”
“She’s definitely trouble.”
“That I can agree with,” I say, moving my hand to her neck and sliding it up into her hair. “Maybe you can kiss me until I forget about her.”
Lark moves her face closer, her lips just brushing mine. “I think I can do more than kiss you.”
“Good. I like it when you’re creative.”
She pushes back up. “Me too.”
Her shirt goes over her head before she tosses it to the side.
