I feel her relax into my chest as my free arm wraps around her waist. “Thank you for teaching me. No one has ever taken the time to show me the ways.”
I kiss her shoulder and say, “If you need help with anything else, I’m your man.”
“You’re my man either way,” she says as she cuddles in closely.
Smiling to myself, I twist the roasting stick gently and say, “Now the success of a good marshmallow is to rotate the stick carefully so you get all sides toasted. See how it’s puffing up?”
“Yeah.”
“You have to be careful because it’s separating from its gooey center, and there’s a chance the marshmallow will fall off. So tip the stick up just a bit to prevent that.”
“Like this?” she asks.
“Yes, perfect, babe.”
She turns toward me and smiles genuinely. “You just called me babe. You did before, but this feels different.”
“You okay with that?”
“It’s cute.”
“You’re cute.”
She rolls her eyes and nudges my shoulder. “Don’t be corny.”
“Just stating the facts. Oh hey, watch your marshmallow, you’re getting close to the fire.”
“Oops.” She lifts the stick. “Close one.”
I reach to the side and open the chocolate and the graham crackers and put together the pieces for her. “Okay, I think it’s ready. Pull it out carefully, and then place the marshmallow on the chocolate.” I hold it in front of her, and she does as instructed. “Then you take the graham cracker top and use it to pull the marshmallow off.” I show her just how to do it.
“Ooo, smooth.”
I take the roasting stick and set it to the side. “Now, take a bite.”
She smirks at me and brings the s’more to her mouth, where she takes a bite out of the corner. The marshmallow and melted chocolate squeeze out on all sides, creating an ooey gooey mess. As she chews, a drop of chocolate lands on the corner of her mouth, so I scrape it off and then bring my thumb to my mouth.
Her eyes narrow in on the movement before she brings the s’more up to my mouth. I take a bite as well.
Once we both swallow, I ask, “What do you think?”
“You know . . .” She pauses. “I really thought I was going to like this, but it’s, I don’t know . . . not that great.”
“What?” I ask, laughing. “Seriously? You don’t like it?”
She grins. “No, just kidding. I love it. It might be my new favorite thing of all time.” She then takes another bite. This time, she gets marshmallow on her lips, and I lean in and lick it off for her. When she finishes chewing, she shifts on my lap so she’s straddling me again and feeds me the last bite of the s’more.
I chew.
Swallow.
And then watch as she brings her marshmallow and chocolate-coated fingers to my mouth. Eyes on hers, I suck on her index finger, rolling my tongue over the tip and sucking hard. As she watches me, her mouth parts slightly and her breathing picks up. With each finger I clean, she offers me one more until nothing is left on them.
When she pulls her last finger out of my mouth, I say, “Was it good?”
She wets her lips. “So good.”
And then she grips the back of my neck and pulls me in close where our mouths meet, and she kisses me. Deeply. Like her life depends on it.
Her fingers dig into the back of my neck, her mouth parts open, and her tongue tangles with mine. There is nothing sweet about this kiss. It’s feral, animalistic, greedy. And it’s everything.
I slip my fingers under her crop top.
Her fingers tangle into my hair.
I release her mouth and kiss the side of her jaw.
She tilts her head back, giving me access to her beautiful neck.
I move my hand up to the clasp of her bra.
She mutters, “Please.”
I don’t need much more than that before I undo the clasp. She shifts around, taking her bra off and then dropping it on the couch next to us. Then with both hands, she grips my jaw and kisses me on the mouth as she rocks her hips over mine.
A low moan passes through me as I grow hard in seconds. Hell, when I was licking her fingers, I was getting hard, but now, with her rocking on top of me, it’s a done deal. I’m lost, and I want her. I want her so bad.
“Touch me,” she whispers.
“Not here,” I say as I lift from the couch. While she’s still straddling me, I walk us over to the partitioned area. The entire time, she’s pressing kisses across my jaw.
“I want you, Ryot.”
I sit on the deep couch, resting against the back, giving us more space. She makes herself comfortable on top of me. Her beaded nipples press against the fabric of her white shirt, enticing me, showing me that she’s more than ready for my touch, so I slide my hand up her front, just below her breast.
A low hiss falls past her lips as she tugs on the hem of my shirt. “I want this off.”
“Then take it off,” I say right before she pulls on my shirt until it’s all the way off.
She lets out a large sigh before her hands explore my pecs. “Your body is incredible, Ryot.”
I cup her breast gently, letting the weight rest in my palm before I graze my thumb over the little nub. Her tits aren’t too big but not small either, the perfect size for her body. Perfect for me.
Wanting more, I pull her shirt up and over her head, revealing her naked chest.
“Jesus,” I mutter as I stare at her. “Myla, you’re . . . you’re so fucking beautiful.”
And then her lips are on mine again. I don’t get a chance to touch her breasts again before she’s gripping my pecs tightly, peppering kisses along my jaw, down my neck, and then to my chest, where she nibbles along my muscles.
“Claim me,” I say through clenched teeth as her hand finds my erection in my jeans and starts rubbing me. “Mark me, Myla.”
She does just that. She drags her nails over my chest, past my nipples, bites along my pecs, sucks, and then licks all the way down my abs, taking a moment to mark them as well. It’s so fucking sexy that my cock is straining to be released. When she reaches the button of my jeans and starts to undo it, I feel my cock jump against the fabric.
She undoes my jeans, pulls them down with my boxer briefs to release me, and pulls my length out.
“Oh yes,” she says as she watches my cock stretch up against my stomach. And then, without a pause, she licks the entire length until she reaches the tip.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“I want to suck you, Ryot. So bad. I need this dick in my mouth.” She opens her mouth wide and sucks me in, all the way down to the root, deep-throating me in one smooth stroke. I nearly fly off the couch from the feel of her warm, tight throat taking me in.
“Fucking hell, Myla.”
Her eyes water as she stares up at me, but she continues to take me deep, over and over and over again until a light sheen of sweat falls over my skin and my balls start to tighten.
“Babe. I don’t want to come in your mouth, and that’s what you’re going to make me do.”
She pulls off and then slides her shorts off, leaving her only in a thin, pink thong, then straddles me again, her spread legs allowing my length to slide against her . . . fuck, her wet fabric.