39. Henrik
THIRTY-NINE
HENRIK
Carina has been back to work for a week since her ear infections cleared up.
An hour before her day ends, I send her a text.
Me
Can you do me a favor?
Siren
For you? Anything.
Me
Before you head home, can you get your fishing license?
Siren
When are we going fishing?
Me
That’s for me to know.
Siren
I think my rain gear and boots are already at your house.
Me
Yep. See you soon.
Siren
I love you.
Me
I love you too, gorgeous.
Tomorrow we’re heading to the Buskin River.
It might be late for the season, but it’ll be nice to get back into nature.
Glancing around my living room, I take in all the things I still need to pack.
Earlier today, I invited Eirik to join us.
He didn’t want to be a third wheel, so I told him I’d invite Mia, and he didn’t seem upset about it.
When I texted her, I timed it perfectly.
With her being back at work, it isn’t always easy to get a response.
I aimed for her lunch break and she was an easy yes.
Now that they’re both committed to going, I hope they don’t argue the entire time.
Just as I’m finishing up, I hear keys rattle on the other side of the door. I zip the pack closed, my heart racing. I’m excited about the outing I have planned for tomorrow. Carina knows fishing’s involved, because I had to make sure she had her license, but that’s it.
When she finally opens the door, the evening sunlight catches her hair, making her appear angelic and radiant. “Hey there, beautiful.” Her brilliant smile is a welcome change after seeing her sick recently. “How are you? How was work?”
She breathes out, letting her shoulders fall while she sets her tote on the sofa. “I’m good, but exhausted. I’m still playing catch up with all the research I collected on the survey.”
I move closer and wrap my arm around her waist. When I pull her close, her light blues flare with excitement. Lowering my lips to hers, I greedily drag a passionate kiss from her. Damn, that feels incredible. It’s been too long.
“Hi,” she moans into my mouth. Pulling back, she teases, “Now that’s what I call a welcome home.”
Smiling, I waggle my eyebrows. “There’s more where that came from. In fact, our whole evening is devoted to it.”
Her eyes sparkle as she asks, “Really?” Hugging her close, I can feel the incessant beat of her heart. It matches mine.
“Since you just got over being sick, I thought a quiet night at home would be nice.”
She clasps her hands together. “You said we’re staying in. What are we doing? What should I wear?” Her rapid-fire questions make me laugh. Yep, she’s as excited as I am.
Grinning, I do my best to answer her. “Yes, we’re staying in. We’re doing a picnic and movie night, and you can wear whatever’s comfortable… or nothing at all.” I follow that with a wink.
She swats my chest, then mumbles to herself, “I’ll be starting clothed, but I’m sure by the end of the night I’ll be naked.”
I kiss her head, puff out my chest, and proudly answer, “Yes. Yes, you will be.”
Dancing on the balls of her feet, she says, “This is so exciting. Do you need any help getting set up?”
“Nope. Everything’s ready. I have to move some things and lay it all out.
You go get changed. By the time you’re back, this room will be transformed.
” She steps away, and I slap her butt. Her squeal and my laughter fill the room, reminding me for the hundredth time today that I’m the luckiest man in the world to be loved by the most incredible woman ever.
Carina has changed into a black cotton tank top and short set.
My mouth waters as I scroll my gaze up and down her while she descends the stairs.
Her blonde hair is pulled into a messy bun, and she’s removed her makeup.
Her smooth skin glows, and her pink lips glisten from the ChapStick she wears religiously.
I finally notice her socks; they’re black and white speckled chenille.
When she reaches the bottom of the stairs, I say, “Nice socks. They look soft and warm.”
She kicks up her heel. “Thanks. They’re super comfy.”
Giving her my hand, I lead her to the nest of pillows I’ve set up. Before her is the smorgasbord of snacks I’d gotten at the store this morning. “Look at all this,” she gushes. Sitting beside her, I reach for the water, plates, and forks I’d set nearby.
Stroking my beard as I look over the offerings, I admit, “I may have gone a tad overboard. I was trying to get a little of everything. I know your appetite hasn’t rebounded yet, but I wanted to be sure I had some of your favorites.”
“That was so kind. And everything looks delicious.” Her smile makes me feel like I’m ten feet tall.
When her stomach growls, I laugh and point to the food. “Dig in.” We fill our plates with fruits, vegetables, cold cuts, cheese, crackers, nuts, mini muffins, and so much more. While happily snacking, I ask if she wants me to start the movie.
She leans closer and steals a black olive from my plate, then pops it into her mouth before asking what movie I picked. With a cocky grin on my lips, I reply, “Leap Year.”
Even though I know what her reaction will be, I’m not ready for it. Her eyes brighten and she sighs. “That’s my favorite.”
“I know, you told me. Since I haven’t seen it, I figured now was as good a time as any.”
Carina raises her head and places her lips against mine. “Thank you, Henrik. Everything about tonight is so sweet and special.” She gives me another soft kiss, then moves back to her spot amongst the pillows.
For almost two hours, I split my time between watching the movie and my girlfriend. I love her reactions. She’s laughed, cried, cheered, and swooned. And it’s been remarkable to experience. My heart grows fuller, and my love for her grows deeper.
When the movie’s finished, Carina helps me clean up the picnic. After the mess is taken care of, I make us some hot chocolate and unbox the cake.
“I was going to start a fire. Do you want to snuggle in front of it while we have dessert?”
“That sounds great. What can I help you with?”
“Can you carry the mugs while I grab forks and the slice of chocolate fudge cake?”
“Sure.” As she walks away, my eyes are drawn to the swing of her curvy hips. “But you only need one fork,” she calls over her shoulder.
“You aren’t having any?” I ask, confused because she loves anything chocolate.
Turning around, she licks her lips. “I am, but there’s no need for two. We can share one.” Damn, she just made dessert even sexier. Grabbing one fork from the drawer, I follow her like a puppy.
I hand her the cake after she’s settled, then I start the fire. It doesn’t take long to heat the room. Feeling a bit too warm, I pull my shirt off. Carina’s expressive eyes widen, and I see the flames dance in them. She bites her lip as I move next to her. “How’s the cake?”
Taking the first bite, she moans, and my cock, which has been waiting to reacquaint itself with my siren, hardens, tenting my gray joggers.
Looking at her mouth, I see she’s got fudge frosting on her lip.
I trace my fingertip across it and wipe the smudge.
“What’s this?” I ask, before sliding my finger into my mouth.
In the firelight, I see her cheeks pinken.
“Oh, that’s incredible.” I groan. She swallows hard before forking up another bite, this time bringing it to my lips.
Our eyes lock, and I open my mouth. She slides the fork inside.
Closing my mouth around it, I savor the decadent dessert.
The cake is moist and flavorful. The icing is smooth, thick, and rich.
It’s perfection. When she pulls the fork from my mouth, I suck on the tines.
When it breaks the seal of my lips, it pops.
Still holding my gaze, I’m mesmerized as she slowly licks the remaining frosting off.
Damn. My cock grows harder, and I’m no longer interested in dessert.
Not the cake one anyway. While she takes another bite, I shift positions, lying on my back.
“I want something different for dessert. Something more satisfying.”
She blinks slowly and breathlessly whispers, “Oh.”
“Do you know what I want, gorgeous?” I ask in a deep, husky tone. When she just stares at me, I say, “You.” She lowers the fork to the plate. “Uh-uh. You keep eating the cake. I want to eat you.”
“O-okay,” she murmurs.
“Take off those sexy shorts of yours and come sit on my face.” I palm my cock through my joggers and squeeze.
“I’ve missed your taste.” She hesitates.
“Please. I’m feeling desperate.” Carina rises and slips her shorts and panties down her smooth legs.
I lick my lips. It’s been too long. I can see the scant amount of hair covering her pussy glistening with her essence.
Reaching my hand up, I help her lower herself to me.
When she finally settles over my face, I place my hands on her waist and squeeze before I leisurely lick from back to front.
Spreading her open with my tongue, I flick her clit several times before sucking it into my mouth.
“Ahh,” she moans as she bucks above me. I move my hands to her thighs to make sure she doesn’t lift too high off my face when I start tongue fucking her.
Her hips thrust forward, ripping her away as she arches her back.
“Henrik,” she breathes out, and I pull her hips back to where I can reach her clit.
Greedily sucking it into my mouth, I massage her throbbing nub against my teeth, and she begins to shake.
Her hips rotate, and her center of gravity shifts as she grinds against me.
Knowing she needs more from me, I flick her clit rapidly, and a low whine escapes her.
Her needy clit tightens and pulses. “I’m coming,” she shouts.
Licking up her juices, I groan into her center.
When she comes down from her high, she slips off me and flops down at my side.
I roll over and see a sated look on her beautiful face.
“Ready for round two?” I ask, and her eyes flutter open. She nods with a grin. “But first, I need you fully naked,” I tell her as I lift her tank top over her head. With her breasts on display, I’m insatiable. I palm one and suck the nipple of the other into my mouth.
She whimpers. I nibble it before letting it go. Sitting up, I pull off my joggers and boxer briefs. I reach for my cock. Two strokes later, I realize how close I am. Reaching over, I grab a condom from my joggers and slide it on.
Focus. I roll her over to her back before climbing above her, caging her in with my arms. She spreads her legs, welcoming me.
Lowering my hips, I run my cock through her damp folds.
Her hips thrust up, seeking more contact.
Our hot skin rubbing against each other sends a pleasant shiver through, but I know it gets better.
I lower my face to hers and steal a kiss.
It’s supposed to be quick and chaste, but as soon as I feel the press of her soft lips and taste the hints of chocolate on her breath, I become a desperate man.
Balanced on one elbow, I slip my hand behind her head, squeeze her neck, and demand more.
I massage my tongue against hers, and she nips my lower lip as she pulls away.
When we’re both panting and writhing against each other, I line up the head of my cock and push inside her. Since it’s been a few months, I go slowly, despite my body telling me to plow ahead. No matter what speed, it’s still the best feeling in the world.