Come For Me, Beautiful
Helena sighed in admiration at Arthur as he worked with precision, skewering the marshmallows and positioning them above the wooden logs.
"This looks amazing," she said, her face glowing in the orange firelight. "It's like a scene out of a fairy tale."
Arthur smiled and handed her a skewer. "You've got to properly rotate it so they brown evenly. It's important; otherwise, you won't get the same delicious caramelization," he instructed.
Helena followed his directions, and soon enough, the marshmallows were done. She pulled her stick from the fire and licked off some gooey melted marshmallows. The sweet, smoky flavor was unlike anything she'd ever tasted before.
"What did I tell you?" Arthur grinned, opening a bottle of wine. "Let's enjoy this precious moment together," he added.
Their glasses clinked gently as they sipped the drink slowly, feeling pampered and cared for. Helena knew that this night would stay in her memory forever.
"Arthur?" Helena asked as she was leaning on Arthur's shoulder. Sitting in the blanket, they lay on the grass.
"Yes, Helena?"
"Can you tell me more of what you like?"
"Sure, but besides traveling and capturing beautiful sceneries, I do nothing much in life. The only significant thing I can think of is turning 35 2 months from n
Arthur grinned. "Do I look older?"
"No. You look like you're in your early 20s."
"You're kidding me, right?" Arthur said sincerely.
"No. I'm serious."
ow."
"Seriously? You don't look like you're in your 30s."
"Alright. How about you? How old are you?"
"29. Do I look my age?"
"No, you don't. You look younger; I thought you were minor when I first saw you in the farmer's market. Not to mention that you acted like a child back then."
"You must be kidding. And no, I wasn't childish at that time. Take back what you said," Helena said, pointing fingers at Arthur.
Arthur raised his hands to surrender. "Alright, I take it back. You weren't childish then; you were probably not in the mood."
The anger on Helena's face disappeared, replaced with sadness. "Thanks, the day I met you was special, and I was looking forward to cooking a favorite meal we used to share. When you hit my basket, I was choosing ingredients for my recipe, so I angrily blew up."
"Sorry about that again. Do you mind sharing that special day?"
"It doesn't matter now; I've already forgiven you," she said, pinching Arthur's cheek.
As they finished their wine, Arthur leaned in and kissed Helena softly. The fire's warmth, the wine's sweetness, and the affectionate touch of his lips on hers made her heart race with excitement.
Helena's hands instinctively reached his chest, feeling the muscle beneath his shirt. Arthur's mouth trailed down her neck, and he nibbled softly on her skin. She shivered with pleasure, feeling his hand slide down her back and under her shirt.
"Let's go back to my tent," Arthur whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "I want to show you something."
Helena's heart raced with anticipation as they got up and went to Arthur's tent. Once inside, Arthur wasted no time.
"Close your eyes," he whispered in her ear.
Helena did as she was told, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. She heard rustling fabric and the soft thud of something hitting the ground. When Arthur instructed her to open her eyes, she gasped in surprise.
There in front of her was Arthur, dressed in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, his muscular body glistening in the dim light of the bedroom.
"Wow," she breathed, feeling herself grow wet with desire.
Arthur grinned and approached her, his hands roaming over her body. He kissed her hungrily, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Helena moaned softly, feeling her body respond to his touch. She slowly pushed him back onto the sleeping bag.
She started removing her sweatshirt, and Arthur helped her by pulling it over her head. She was now left in her bra, and she could feel Arthur's eyes on her. His gaze was hot and hungry.
"Take it off, Helena," he commanded, his voice low and husky.
Helena obeyed, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the ground. Arthur's hands found their way to her breasts, kneading them gently. Helena moaned, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Arthur's mouth found her nipples, sucking and biting them gently. Helena arched her back, digging her fingers into his shoulders. The pleasure was becoming too much to bear.
Arthur flipped her over, positioning himself on top of her. He kissed her deeply as he removed her pants and panties, leaving her completely naked. He kissed his way down her body, pausing to lick and suck on her nipples. This time, he didn't leave her breasts, sucking and biting them until they were red and swollen.
"I love your tits, Helena," he said, sucking on one of her nipples.
Helena moaned in response, feeling herself growing wetter and wetter as Arthur's mouth worked its magic on her.
He continued down to her pussy, spreading her legs wide. He licked and nibbled on her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Helena moaned loudly, feeling herself lose control. Arthur slid two fingers into her pussy and moved them in and out slowly. He sucked on her clit, and Helena moaned louder. Arthur continued to move his fingers in and out, increasing the speed.
Helena's body tensed, her pussy tightening around Arthur's fingers. Her breath caught in her throat, and then she was moaning, her back arching as she came. Arthur moaned, his eyes hot and hungry.
He removed his fingers from her pussy and kissed her deeply. He scooped her into his arms, carried and lay her down on her side, and removed his boxers. He kissed her softly, and their tongues intertwined.
Helena reached down, stroking the length of his hard cock. She wanted to feel him inside her, filling her completely. Arthur leaned forward, kissing her hungrily. She moaned, her hand stroking his cock faster.
She lowered herself on top of him, letting her wet heat wrap around his stiff and throbbing member. She looked into his eyes and said, "I want to make you cum."
Arthur moaned as she moved up and down on top of him, a look of pleasure on his face.
"You feel so good," he said.
"So do you," Helena whispered.
"Cum for me again, beautiful," Arthur said, his voice husky with desire.
They changed position, Arthur on the top, and he slowly put Helena on the sleeping bag. Helena arched her back and moaned as Arthur thrust his hips forward and back.
He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her close, releasing his load. Helena felt another orgasm tear through her body, and she moaned wildly as he released his load, shooting it deep inside her.
Helena gasped a few times before opening her eyes again. After a moment of catching her breath, she pulled him towards her.
"I want it now," she whispered in his ear.
"I want you too," Arthur replied.
Arthur pulled away from her and started to stroke his rigid member gently. "Do you want it fast or slow?" he asked.
"As fast as possible."
Arthur thrust into her hard and fast, making her moan with pleasure. The inside of her was so wet and warm, making him feel like he was coming home.
Helena moaned as he felt him inside her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She rocked her hips in a slow and steady rhythm. Arthur's hands found her hips and pulled her harder against him. He thrust into her faster and faster, making her moan out loud.
"I want you to cum hard," Arthur said. "Cum hard, just like before."
Helena moaned. "Harder, Arthur. I want it harder." He thrust into her faster and harder, making her moan.
"Oh Arthur, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," Helena cried. "Cum with me, Arthur."
Arthur felt the orgasm rip through his body, and he moaned as he released his load inside her. They laid their sweaty and exhausted bodies in each other's arms.
"That was amazing, Helena," Arthur said as he kissed her soft lips. Still catching his breath as he wrapped his arms around her.
"It was; you're so good."
"And so are you."
As they continued their lovemaking, the flames from the campfire flickered outside the tent, casting a warm glow on the two lovers entwined inside.