"What?" she asked, looking up at me with innocent eyes.
"Really? You have to ask? You almost burned the kitchen down, remember? The marshmallow caught on fire and you went bananas waving it in the air."
"I was trying to put it out." She shrugged.
I laughed. "I think you might have been the reason I became a firefighter."
Kristy laughed at the memory. "Glad I could help, I guess, but seriously, it was frightening," she said, shrugging.
"That is the exact reason I will take over cooking the marshmallows."
She smiled innocently up at me and shrugged. "All right then, I'm in charge of the crackers and chocolate."
"Perfect, they don't involve fire, so we are good." I said winking at her.
An hour later, both of us showered, we had graham crackers sprawled on the counter, pieces of chocolate on top of one of the crackers, while I stood cooking the marshmallows over the flame on the stove.
"You always cook them so perfectly too," she said, watching in amazement. "I always burn them."
"Not always. I remember the one time that you cooked one perfectly," I said, winking at her. I was just about to say something when the marshmallow caught on fire. I quickly blew it out and looked at her. "See, not perfect all the time," I said, laughing as Kristy smacked me across the abs.
"Fine, that one will be mine." I grinned, placing the gooey cooked marshmallow on top of the cracker.
We took our smores into the living room and sat on the floor, watching a movie, while we ate them. As she popped the last bite of her smore into her mouth, Kristy looked over at me, grinning. "Those were great!" She giggled, her lower lip covered in chocolate and marshmallow.
"You, ah, have some stuff on your lip," I said, wiping my own lip in jest.
She wiped the same side, which was the opposite side of which the chocolate and marshmallow sat.
"Other side."
This time she missed it completely and continued to laugh, flopping down on the blanket we had layed out.
"Come here," I said, leaning overtop of her.
She looked up at me and her laughing slowly stopped as I wiped the mess of chocolate and marshmallow away with my thumb. The look in her eyes stopped me, and before I could stop myself, I bent and kissed her.
We were both hesitant at first, and after a couple lip grazes, we fell into a rhythm. Without taking my lips from hers, I fumbled with the remote, finally turning the TV off. I wanted silence, I wanted it to be just me and her. I wanted to get lost in her and forget everything. As our kiss deepened, I felt myself growing hard, and I hoped she couldn't feel me. I didn't want her to think that was all I wanted. The memory fell far from my mind the second she wrapped her arms around my neck, her hand resting on my cheek. She ran her fingers through my hair, sending shivers through me.
I had to pull away. It had been so long since I had been near a woman, I feared I was going to explode. I noticed almost instantly the pout that fell across her face. She had no worries. There was no way in hell that I was done with her. I just needed to collect myself. I scooped her up in my arms and stood and effortlessly carried her into the bedroom.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing my lips as I carried her into the bedroom and kicked the door shut. I placed her gently on the bed and reached behind me, pulling my shirt off over my head. I looked down at her. Her cheeks were flushed as her eyes wandered over my chest and down to the top of my jeans. I flicked the button of my jeans open and kneeled on the bed between her legs and leaned down, meeting her lips again.
9
Kristy
He held me in his arms as he kissed me, his hands roaming over my body. I could feel my excitement building. It had been so long since I had been turned on like this. I wanted him to touch me, to explore me deeper. I wanted him to know exactly how turned on I was.
He pulled away and now stood at the end of the bed. I could see the outline of his large, rigid cock through his jeans. I locked eyes with his as he kneeled on the bed. I gripped the hem of my shirt and hesitated, but then pulled it over my head. I watched his eyes fall from my face to my breasts, and I reached behind my back and unhooked the clasp, instantly feeling the fabric of my bra go lax.
I lay back on the bed and looked up at him before I closed my eyes. I wanted him to touch me so bad. I wanted to feel his rough, strong hands on my body. I wanted him to want me as badly as I wanted him.
He didn't move right away. I was afraid that perhaps we had gone a little further than we should have, but relief flooded through me when I felt him move closer. His rough fingers brushed my shoulders, slowly sliding the straps of my bra down my arms, sending surges of electricity through my body. I felt my nipples harden when the cold air brushed over them, and I almost bolted off the bed when I opened my eyes in time to watch as he bent down and took one in his mouth. Instantly, my hands went to his head and my fingers gripped his dark hair as he sucked me into his mouth, my back arching off the mattress, pushing myself into his mouth.
He moved to the other before kissing his way up my neck and sucking on the lobe of my ear. My breathing was heavy while the ache between my legs became more intense as he continued, finally meeting my mouth. I raked my fingers across his strong back as he ground himself against me. Instantly, I wished he were between my legs, any pressure to help quell the throbbing ache I felt.
He tore himself away from me and got up off the bed, allowing his jeans to slip from his hips and drop to the floor. My eyes fell down his body and back up to his eyes, then with his eyes firmly planted on mine, he pushed the waistband of his boxers off his hips, allowing them to fall to the floor as well. I swallowed hard at the site of him. He was huge everywhere. I barely had any time to think about that fact as he grabbed me by the legs and pulled me down to the end of the bed, his strong hands gripping the waistband of my yoga pants, and he pulled them off me in one swift movement. His eyes were so hungry with need, I could feel it in my core. He stood there, taking every part of me in, like he wanted to devour me but was afraid to touch me. I sat up and ran my hands over his smooth hips, before leaning forward and placing a kiss on his hip. I looked up and met his eyes, I wanted to take him in my mouth so bad, but instead I placed a kiss on the other hip.
The second my lips left his hip, he placed his hand under my chin and gently lifted my head so I was looking at him. He brushed the strand of hair that had fallen into my face and leaned over and softly kissed me, barely brushing my lips with his. He gently pushed me backwards, and I allowed my body to fall back into the mattress and shimmied back up as he knelt between my legs, forcing them apart. My legs rested on each side of his thick, powerful thighs. He leaned forward and held himself over me, kissing me again. I had just gotten lost in his kiss when he pulled away and looked down at me. Our eyes locked, and I could feel the heat building in me as he ran his fingers through my wet center. I couldn't stop the moan from escaping my mouth as his fingers ran over the small bundle of nerves. He took my breath away as he did it again, this time concentrating more on the small bundle of nerves. I closed my eyes, and he surprised me by meeting my lips, muffling the moan that escaped me again when he slid two fingers inside of me.
His lips left mine, and I lay there with my eyes closed. I was afraid to open them, but when I did, I saw him watching me intently. His fingers slid deep inside of me, his thumb concentrating once again on that small bundle of nerves. I ran my hands over his back, running my one hand over his hip to his cock. I could already feel the bead of precum forming as I stroked him once.