He tastes like home, if heaven was home.
Our mouths fit together like two missing puzzle pieces, and I can't help but to sigh as his lips slant over mine. I am in a state of bliss and I never want this to end.
Abe's skillful tongue seeks permission against my lips. His hand against my hips pulls me even closer as he nips my bottom lip. I moan as the softness of my core rubs against his hard member.
I push against his chest slightly when he moves to take off my undergarments. He could just undress me any way he likes but I appreciate that he's letting me take charge of the undressing.
"Penelope," he says my name like I'm his goddess.
I jump, wrapping my legs around his waist as our lips are still fused together. I feel every solid ridge of his muscles, holding onto his biceps for support. He supports me with his arms around my bottom, walking into the cleansing pool before setting me down.
Water showers us both, and he lifts his head from mine as we come up for air. I'm standing, trapped between him and a large rock behind me. One of his hands grip the edge of the rock, and the other secured around me.
He dips his head down, placing kisses along my jaw and down my neck, stopping above the valley of my breasts to look at me, eyes half-lidded.
He's asking for permission, even as we already started being intimate. I take his hand and place it on one of my breasts, and he squeezes, making me moan.
"Yes," I murmur.
His lips close over my left nipple. He sucks on my nipple while kneading the other breast and I arch my back towards him, leaning my head back. We stand next to the stream of water, with the top of the water reaching my waist.
It feels so natural with Abe. Everything is so comfortable and yet so sensual. My body shakes with passion as one of his fingers trail southwards.
"Abe," I moan his name.
"Let me make you feel good, my queen." He says against my lips.
With that, he plunges a finger inside of me and the pleasure that floods me, now that's incomparable.
I didn't realize how much I needed a release, as he adds another finger. He works his fingers in and out before briefly resting them out, and I cry out in protest.
But my eyes dilate more as he licks the finger that was just inside me.
He grins, the devil.
Then without warning he pulls me up so I'm seated on the edge of the large rock. He spreads my legs apart slowly.
"I want to take my sweet time and make love to you, but we don't have all the time in the world." He says against my lips, suspending us in a moment of time.
"Mm, we don't." I agree.
"May I have your permission?" He asks, twirling a finger around my hair.
I'm about to say the words 'fuck me' with desperation, I need him inside me.
Just then as I open my mouth, a war cry rings loudly from a distance, breaking us out of our reverie. Immediately, Abe covers me with both his body and layers of clothing.
We are back on dry land in no time, our moments of passion shoved aside for the time being. Abe's hair is wet, pieces of hair plastered against his forehead as is mine. I run my fingers through his hair and soon enough his hair is back to its normal glossy shine.
His eyes are stormy, it's hard to tell what he's thinking but it's probably because we got interrupted at that moment. He threads his fingers between mine, our rings lightly scraping against one another. Whatever it is that's coming for us, we will fight together.
Abe places a glamor over us, so my hair looks short and black while he is blond and curly hair. Our faces change shape, putting on more weight and age.
A group of men and women come thundering on horses into the clearing as we stand hand in hand. They wear red and white bandanas, with practical beige shirts and army green trousers.
"Ho there!" The horses neigh and whinny as the first man dismounts.
"Who are you?" The man asks, holding a gun and pointing it towards us.
This man is tall and lean, with a mole on his nose. He has the air of a leader with the way he talks and walks.
We must look strange, a random middle-aged couple wandering in the woods away from civility.
"We could ask the same question." Abe levels his stare at the man.
"We're hunters." The man says.
"As are we." Abe says.
"Really. Why are you hunting here? You don't look like hunters. There is only one type of creature here that's worth hunting, and we have claimed that creature to be ours."
"We are not hunting creatures." Abe says.
The man raises his eyebrows, "people hunters? Interesting. Who you hunting?"
Abe tells some of the truth, "We were placed under a slumber and forgotten memory spell that broke today. We are looking for the one who placed the spell on us."
"Oh, a revenge plot. We love that. Well, you're in luck. We hate wizards and all that, they only know how to take and steal and kill. And the King himself is a dirty sorcerer." The man scratches his chin.
The man says his name is Kyle, he offers to help us. He gets a horse for us, and as we ride together, Kyle explains to us and fills in some missing information.
"We were exiled from the capital city by King Uriah. So we frequent the woods near the old palace for hunting and gathering. We have been gathering forces to take him down. King Uriah's rule is tyrannical and self-serving." Kyle says.
Abe shifts, turning to look at me.
Uriah? Who is Uriah?