"Two actually."
"Really? What's the second one?"
"You."
I should have seen that one coming. "Darcy said you're love bombing me."
He squeezed his arms around me. "Is it working?"
I leaned into his chest. "Maybe."I must have felt too comfortable because I relaxed a little too much and before I knew it, my marshmallow was on fire. Trying to turn the fire out only made it worse and after fighting a short losing battle, I gave up my marshmallow to the fire.
Carey's chuckle rumbled against my back. He brought his well toasted candy to my mouth and offered me a bite. I sank my teeth into the candy and it stretched instead of splitting in half. I started to giggle when the marshmallow kept stretching until Carey caught the other end with his mouth and removed it on the stick. Slowly, he twisted the tongue around the stretched candy, drawing more of it into his mouth and drawing me in the process. Our mouths met, and we shared a slow sugar-coated kiss.
The kiss quickly burned into something much urgent as we clung to each other. Carey turned me around so I was facing him. I straddled him and kissed him deeper in this more comfortable position. He devoured me and I him. Every breath I took, he stole. I humped his cock that I could feel through his jeans and mine. My hands went to his neck as I drew him down and down until I felt my back touch the blanket beneath me.
Carey removed my clothes in a slow, agonizing pace, kissing every part of my body he exposed to the glowing embers. He drove me wild with need, and yet he did not change his pace. When he was done with my clothes, he removed his at the same deliberately slow speed. Once he was naked as I was, he draped his body on top of mine and began a second worship. This one was much more erotic, much more satisfying as he kissed me where it mattered. First on my lips. Then each of my nipples and finally my pussy were devoured it like it was the only food he wanted to eat. He sucked my clit. Licked my nether lips and lapped my juices until I was screaming, thrashing and almost pulling his hair out as I held his head to my pussy.
The orgasm ripped through me and almost shattered me with its impact. Carey straightened and kissed me once more. Tasting myself on his lips was intoxicating. His hard cock nudged against my pussy. I raised my knees and opened my legs. He sighed as he entered me in one solid thrust. He fit like a glove. As if my pussy was made for him.
"You fill me up like no one can," I blurted out.
"Good," he kissed me. "I am the only man for you." His voice was thick with need. He began moving. "Fuck. You feel so good." His thrusts drove us both to the edge. My hands went to his butt, and I gripped him and pushed him into me. He increased his pace until we both reached that crescendo. We came together. In fact, we were together throughout. One body. One mind.
"I love you."
Under him and under the afterglow of our incredible lovemaking, I stilled. He said the words.
"I love you," he said again. "I know I love you, but I was too dumb to admit to myself."
"Are you saying—"
"That I am in love with you?" He laughed and brushed off the sweat on my forehead. "Yes! I love you."
"I never thought I would see the day."
"It's okay if you don't love me," he added and I put a finger to his mouth.
"Since we're making confessions, I love you too."
He bent down and gave me a long, sweet kiss full of promise and passion. "I promise to be the best husband you could ever wish for."
Somewhere behind us, a phone rang. It was the sound of an alarm. I raised my eyebrow at Carey.
"It's my phone. I wanted to be the first person to wish you happy birthday."
I kissed him. "That's the gift I want."
He frowned. "What?"
I kissed his frown away. "You. Just you."
The End
