Chapter 6 #2
"Excellent. I have marshmallows on the kitchen counter if you want."
I love it how she just lets me take over.
She lets me make myself at home and doesn't feel inclined to hover.
It's nice. Once I set up the fire and grab the marshmallows, she comes out of the pool.
I notice that she doesn't put that beach cover up back on, and I start to worry.
Keeping my eyes firmly on hers, I place a marshmallow on a skewer and set it over the fire to roast. "Nice swim? "
"Beautiful." She says, lying back in the lounge chair.
You can say that again. I feel like saying, as I allow myself a glance at her body, but I keep my mouth shut.
The marshmallow is ready and I try to get it off the skewer, but it doesn't come off easily, and I've got goo all over my face and hands.
"Shit." I swear, trying to lick it off without looking like a fucking pervert.
"Are you okay?" She chuckles. "Do you need a napkin?"
"Jesus, all the mess I'm making, I might as well climb back into the pool."
I watch her rise. "I'll be right back."
I feel like such an ass. I'm a big klutz and I'm making myself look like a fucking high maintenance toddler. Nonetheless, she brings a damp cloth out, and she helps me clean my fingers and face. "God, if this isn't fucking embarrassing, I don't know what is."
"These are the budget marshmallows. I made a huge mess of myself the last time I used them, too.
" She explains, looking all too comfortable cleaning me up.
It's like she was a nurse in a previous life or something.
She's not rattled or grossed out at all.
"I should have warned you. That's all they had when I went to the store, and I didn't know that anyone else would be eating them. "
"You mean you don't like to share?"
She smiles, and her eyes are glowing. I like the look.
And I hate to admit it, but I sort of like it that she's wiping me off.
It's endearing, nurturing. Not like I'd ever look for a mother figure or anything like that, but no girl, other than my mother, has ever been quite so kind to me like this before.
"I don't mind sharing. I just don't normally have guests that would put the marshmallows as part of the dessert menu. "
Great. So, she thinks of me like a little kid. Sexy. "The other guys you've brought around seem to have more of a likeness for chips and beer?"
"You are really reaching here, sir." She says, almost chiding.
"What do you mean?"
She searches my eyes. My face and hands are all cleaned up. "Do you want to know what other types of guys I've brought here?"
"It's none of my business."
"You're right. It's not."
I'm not sure if I've offended her, but I feel like I have. "Sorry. I didn't mean to piss you off."
"You didn't." She's still searching my eyes. For the first time in my life, I care about what a girl thinks of me.
I scoff. "How have I not? I had a near miss in your pool, tossed a chicken ball across your deck, and now I've made a total ass out of myself, and made another mess. You must think I'm a fucking idiot."
"I don't." She says simply.
"How is that even possible?"
I watch her swallow. Her eyes are still on mine.
"You haven't once tried to get into my pants tonight.
You were a gentleman and gave my food a chance, and you've had every opportunity put the moves on me, and you haven't.
" She pauses for emphasis. "And you had a hard-on when you saw me earlier, but instead of acting on it, you jumped in my pool so hard you nearly busted your head open.
That's class, Stone. And that's why you didn't make an ass out of yourself in my eyes at all.
You didn't treat me like a piece of meat, even though, deep down, you probably know that you would likely have no problem getting me in the sack again. "
My face turns serious. "You're not easy." The way I say it I'm being argumentative, like she's putting herself down and I'm having none of it.
"I may very well be."
"Just because of you and I?" I don't like easy chicks, and she does not put that out there.
"Yeah." She smiles regretfully, like what we did was a sin.
My hands go to her shoulders. I grip her kind of firmly.
Enough to bring a message home. “Look, I don’t sleep around, either.
And you didn’t give off that vibe to me.
What we did was sort of a one off. We enjoyed ourselves, and now we’re just hanging out, no pressure.
There’s nothing wrong with that, Lark. I don’t live my life plotting out how to get more notches on my bed post, and neither do you.
But what we do in private is none of anyone’s business, and we don’t need to explain it to anybody. "
“What about Lucy?"
“What about her? I told you I wouldn’t tell her and I meant it.
I just said that it’s none of anyone’s business.
And if you feel that it would put your job in jeopardy, I will never do that to anyone.
And, for the record, I really don’t give a shit if your house is a pigsty.
That’s none of anyone’s business, either. "
I soften the grip on her shoulders and give them a rub. “Now, would you like a messy marshmallow, too?"
She smiles. “I would love one, actually. The messier the better."
“All right then. And then do you want me to roast one up for you, baby." I wink.
She opens the bag again, and pulls out two marshmallows, and hands them to me. I poke them through the skewers and roast them perfectly. “I love a man that can roast marshmallows just right." She says teasingly.
“If you can pull off eating it tidier than I did, you get a point."
She pulls it off the skewer fine enough, but the guts of it slide out before she can make it to her mouth. Marshmallow smears all over her chin as she struggles to put the rest of it where it belongs. “God, you suck worse than I do." I laugh.
“It’s a gift." She laughs. “But if you think that you can give it a better try, be my guest." She says, pushing the goo up her chin with her finger, guiding it into her mouth.
“Challenge accepted." I pull the remaining marshmallow off the skewer, and, as cocky as I am, I shove it quickly into my mouth, only to realize that I didn’t open my mouth quite far enough, and half of the marshmallow ends up on my cheek. Now we’re both drizzled with marshmallow goo on our faces, both of us looking worse than toddlers just learning how to eat.
We’re both laughing hysterically at each other, as we both struggle with fingers and tongues and lips, to try and get all the marshmallow goo off our faces and fingers.
She picks up the cloth still on the deck, and she helps me clean off my hands again.
Only this time, as she touches me, it awakens me in all the right places.
It’s like she picks up on the nuance, because her eyes go to my chest. I take the washcloth from her, and wipe her lips and around her mouth, while I lick my own lips. I can see her watching me as I do it.
And it’s like a moth to a flame.
My lips crush against hers, ignoring the remaining stickiness, dropping the dirty washcloth on the deck beneath us.
She pushes me down, so my ass touches the lounging chair, as I watch her slide first one, then the other strap off her shoulders, revealing her breasts.
She straddles me, sitting just below my throbbing balls.
She lifts slightly, and steps out of her bathing suit, rendering herself completely naked. Oh, so quickly. Oh, so deliciously.
With one flip of her hand, she frees my hardened, cock, and the next thing I know her mouth is on it.
Watching her head bob up and down, as she takes me fully, it’s almost too much.
I’ve never known of, or heard of a woman, unless it’s paid for, doing this voluntarily, in this manner.
But it feels so fantastically erotic, I forget that we’re outdoors and I let myself moan.
I've only ever come inside a girl's mouth once before, and it was not well received.
Keeping that in mind, I place my hands on her arms and guide her up, until she reaches my lips.
My cock slides into her too easily, and she starts riding me like no other.
Her insides are so warm, so tight and oh, so wet, I can’t believe how good it feels.
Better than the first time. It feels so good.
I can’t help but hope it isn’t the last time, either.
Our bodies move in unison, as we writhe, groan, and absorb every millisecond of pleasure together.
Our lips and tongues are intertwined, so we are joined in more places than one.
I don’t ever want to stop. I want to do this night and day with her.
My fingertips itch badly for her. I’m in a battle between her tits and her ass, when my tongue takes over, and I lick and suck her gorgeous breasts.
Her body quivers inside, and I fuck her deeper, faster, making her come hard against my cock, just the way I want her to.
I suck her tits harder, pumping her faster, urging another orgasm, which I know is only seconds away.
And then I let go.
I come so hard and so fast, filling her walls with my juices, growling so deep my throat hurts.
Her insides keep milking me, sucking every drop out of me, until she collapses on my chest. I stare at the water ahead of us, and I have to chuckle.
She lifts her head. “What's so funny?" She grins, looking so satisfied, it’s as sexy as hell.
I gesture with my chin towards the pool. “I’d swear we caused those ripples.”
“You wish.” She teases.
I chuckle. “Come on. Humor me."
That’s when both of our faces go blank.
It’s at that moment when we realize what we’ve done all over again.