Page 30 of Starry Night Kisses

“You know I do,” she says before letting out a disappointed whimper when I rise to my feet and go to the fire to move the skillet I used to prepare our steaks for dinner earlier, swapping it for a small pot.

She sits up and watches curiously as I pour in some milk and break up a few chocolate bars, throwing them in and moving the pot to the far end of the cooktop so it doesn’t melt too fast, or bubble over and burn.

“Is that for the s’mores?” I can hear the need heavy in her tone. The quiet rasp does nothing to hide how aroused she is, and it spurs my desire to have her at my complete mercy.

I don’t reply as I zip the dogs into their tent, neither happy about being put away so early in the evening, but the sky is already dark, the stars shining brightly against the pitch-black canvas.

“Take off your clothes.” I turn back to check on the melted chocolate mixture, noting the shock on her face. “Do it, Evelyn.”

“Wh…what?” she stammers. Even though she looks surprised, her cheeks flush a pretty pink, and her eyes turn glassy with lust.

“You heard me, baby.” Her eyes widen as I approach her and help her to her feet. “Remove all your clothes.”

I don’t have to tell her a third time. Evelyn starts to remove each piece slowly as I walk backward toward my truck, not wanting to miss a second of it. The air is warm from our fire, and a perfectly placed pine is at the edge of the site, so she won’t get cold.

“What are you going to do with that?” she asks quietly as I pull a bundle of rope from the floor of the backseat. She wraps her arms around her middle, clad in only her bra and underwear.

“Don’t hide from me, Evelyn. I want to see all of you.” I return to her and tip her chin up, consuming her lips as I reach around to undo her bra clasps. She lets me finish undressing her, swallowing a thickgulp as I slowly lower her panties until I’m face level with her most intimate parts.

Leaning forward, I press a kiss just above her clit. Her whimper is like music to my ears, and she doesn’t question when I urge her backward with further kisses, always just narrowly missing the spot where she wants my mouth the most.

“What are you doing?” she asks as I tie each of her legs to a post in the ground. I put them here earlier when she was taking photos of the lake, knowing that this is where tonight would end up because I know deep down she wants to have an experience she’s only read about.

“Shh, you said you trust me.” I lick up her center as I rise, shoving my tongue in her mouth while I gather her wrists above her head. In no time at all, she’s secured to the rope I swung over a lower branch earlier, stretched out naked and entirely at my mercy.

Evie

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Eric whispers as he takes me in.

“And I thought you were a nice guy? Nice guys don’t tie women to trees.” I’m amused and, if I’m being honest, more than a little turned on. It’s thrilling, and I trust him one hundred percent to not do anything that will hurt me.

Plus, he’s completely right about being betterthan a fictional character. This is something I thought I’d only enjoy in my smutty romance novels, but this is looking promising and he hasn’t even started with the dessert.

“I try hard to be a nice guy, Evelyn. But one thing I’ve come to learn about women is that they don’twanta nice guy.” He pulls the knot tight, the fabric digging into my wrists as he finishes securing them. My chest rises and falls in rapid succession and my eyes snap to where he pulls a strip of black cloth from his pocket. “Well, theydowant a nice guy. But we have to be able to read your minds, don’t we? We have to know when you want the gentleman and when you want the fantasy. When it’s time to pull your chair out for you and when it’s time to bend you over that chair and fuck you until you pass out.”

Warmth blossoms in my lower belly, despite the chill in the air, as he places the fabric behind my head and brings both sides around to cover my mouth. I squirm against the tree even though the bark is rough against my back, trying to create any sort of friction to ease the pressure in my aching pussy.

“Even though no one is supposed to be around, I have a feeling you’re gonna get loud, and I don’t want to share those sounds with anyone.” Eric chuckles darkly, the shadows from the campfire dancing across his face like some sort of henchmen praising their evil villain.

Only, I want this villain to win. I want him to do depraved things to me. Then I want him to make mea damn s’more and feed me before doing it all over again.

“So, welcome to the fantasy you didn’t know you wanted,” he whispers against my lips.

Turning away, he goes back to the fire, stirring the chocolate before grabbing a skewer he made from a branch earlier and the bag of marshmallows sitting on the picnic table.

He pulls his chair over, sitting down and resting his elbows on his forearms as he puts one of the puffy white globs on the sharpened end and holds it over the fire.

Uh, hello, buddy? I’m strung up naked and gagged over here, and you’re not gonna get undressed and ravish me?

“Patience, baby,” he says in response to the question I definitely didn’t ask out loud. “Perfection takes time.” He doesn’t look at me as he roasts the mallow, rotating the skewer slowly in a continuous motion. “You know the secret to a perfectly roasted marshmallow?”

Finally he looks at me, that wicked grin of his spearing his lips wide enough to show me his perfect teeth. When I shake my head, he looks back to the fire. “It’s patience. You see, you want the inside to be all melted and the outside to have that perfect golden brown crisp to it.”

Hooking his ankle around a leg of the chair, he spins it in my direction, suddenly looking like the devil incarnate. He reaches for the skin of the mallow,pulling it off to reveal the melted white treasure below. Popping the skin in his mouth, he holds the skewer in my direction. For a moment, I think he’s going to try and feed me even though I’m gagged, however, it takes me a second to register that he’s spreading the warm sticky goo all over my breast.

An immediate flood of arousal escapes my pussy, coating the insides of my thighs as I let out a loud, rough moan. It’s only uncomfortable for a second before the pain gives way to pleasure.

“That’s my girl. You love being covered in sweets, don’t you, baby? Because you know I’m going to lick it all up and clean it off you later,” Eric croons as he returns what’s left of the mallow to the fire.

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