The Lakehouse (Audio Script)

Stories

“Oh god, it’s getting everywhere!

Get the crackers!”

“Okay, okay!

Crackers… are… here.”

“And… there.

Crisis averted.”

“Yeah, I don’t know how we’d get that out of the carpet. Good save.

Note to self: prep the crackers before we toast the marshmallows.

I thought you said you were good at this?”

“Yeah, I’m a little rusty”

“Can you pass me some chocolate?

Thanks.”

“Oh my god.

So good…”

I watch you lick some of the marshmallow-fluff that’s oozing out between the melted chocolate and crackers.

God, you’re so cute, sitting by the fire in your plaid PJs and fluffy slipper socks.

While it’s getting warmer, it’s still a little chilly at night… which is perfect for snuggling up on the couch and making smores.

I drape my arm around your shoulders and you cuddle up to me, resting your head on my chest as you finish the last bite.

“Mmmmm.”

I love that little content noise you make when you’re having a treat that you really like.

I eat mine in one bite and hold up one of the skewers with two more marshmallows on it by the fire.

We’ve needed this getaway so badly.

It’s been, what… probably well over two years since we had a romantic vacation together.

We’ve had our paid time off work… spent a quick weekend away but… nothing intentional. Nothing that really allowed us to focus on… us.

Now we get two full weeks at this gorgeous lakehouse… and I can’t wait to enjoy every moment of it with you.

“You’re going to burn that, you know.”

“No I’m not! There’s an art to it.

You’ve got to get an even distribution of heat

”

“And, then it gets burnt”

It’s been great today, just hanging out on the boat we hired on the lake,me fishing while you lounged on the deck with a book…

getting me to rub sunscreen into your back as you read. ”

It’s been…

really good.

“Okay, Mr. Wilderness.

So how do you not burn them? I think you’re just cheating.”

“You just haven’t mastered it.

It’s taken years of camping holidays as a kid to get the perfection you see here.”

“Right… okay.”

“Oh ye of little faith… just you wait.

Mine is going to be that perfect golden brown, and yours… yours is not.”

“Oh really? Let’s compare.

I’ll do the next ones.”

I hold up two perfectly toasted marshmallows on the skewer.

Just as you’re about to take one for your next smore… I eat both of them straight off the skewer.

“Hey! One of those was for me!”

“Not anymore.”

“Ow! Aw, now you’ve done it…”

I playfully grab you by the waist and pull you into my lap, tickling you in the spot I know is most sensitive.

“Okay, okay!

I give up! I surrender!”

“Okay, okay. Truce. Come here…”

The taste of melted marshmallows and chocolate lingers as I kiss you. I wrap my hand around you and pull you on top of me.

God, I love the way you look down at me with those needy eyes.

“Hmmm, who’s the best at toasting marshmallows?”

“Okay, you are…”

You kiss me harder, pushing yourself into me and grinding a little on my lap.

I trail my fingers down your back, over your top, and down to your ass.

Your fingers slip under my T-shirt, and my muscles flex a little under your touch. I raise my arms so you can take my shirt off.

“I’ve missed this…”

“Me too.”

I slip my hands under your shirt and slowly take it off you. I toss it to the ground and begin to run my hands up your body… just appreciating you: every line, every curve, every inch.

God, I’ve missed this so much: you, your body, the way you smell, the way you taste.

I massage your breasts, trailing kisses along your chest, then sucking on your chest, one at a time…

“Yeah… that feels so nice…”

I can feel myself getting hard as you grind on top of me, running your fingers through my hair.

God, I love your body. I love the feeling of my hands on you, sliding over your soft skin… you feel like home, but you also feel exciting… I can’t get enough.

I lift myself up a little and you slide off my lap. I guide you down onto your back, trailing my lips further down your body…

“Take my pants off…”

“Mmm, someone’s bossy today…”

I slide your pants and underwear down and quickly undo my own, letting them fall to the floor. I’m already hard from you grinding on top of me and my cock twitches a little as you spread your legs.

I lay between them, kissing and nibbling on your thighs…

“God, I want you, want to taste you.”

I love those little sounds you make… as I get closer, running my tongue along your sensitive skin…

I kiss you everywhere… except where you want me to. Drawing this out… making you wait… teasing you…

“Yeah, baby… please…”

Your hands reach between your legs and you run your fingers through my hair as I finally give you what you want…

I love the way you taste. I’ll never get enough of having my face between your legs.

I wrap my hands around the tops of your thighs and pull you closer…

My tongue teases your clit, massaging it in circles as your hands grip my hair a little harder.

You’re rocking your hips up into me, already so eager… and I love when you do that, but I want to make tonight special, to really… really… take our time…

“Mmm no, baby.

Slow… let’s go slow tonight…

I want to worship you.”

“Mmm, okay…”

I lie back on the couch, taking your hand in mine and playing with your fingertips as I look into your eyes.

You run your other hand up and down my arm, and I feel goosebumps rising on my skin.

“I want to try… something new tonight.”

“Like what?”

“I want you… to sit on my face… and ride me until you passion… all over.”

“Really?”

“God, yes. I really want that, baby.”

Your fingers dig into my arm a little and the way you’re looking at me makes my cock twitch again. You nod at me and slowly move to straddle me.

You slowly lower yourself down onto me and I grip your thighs, eager to tease you with my tongue again…

“Oh fuck, yes…”

“Better?”

“So much better…”

I tighten my hands around your thighs as I flick my tongue back and forth over you, a little faster.

You grip the arm of the couch, your fingers digging into the soft fabric.

You grind down on me, riding me, keeping your clit against my lips as I lick and kiss you everywhere I can…

“That’s it, baby. Just ride my face… just like that.”

Your wetness soaks my lips and I can’t stop, I want more, I want it all. I love how your fingers tangle in my hair and you push my face harder into you.

I focus on your clit, just how you like it, flicking my tongue back and forth… with slow, deliberate movements…

The way your breath grows more shallow when I do this… the way your hips rock harder against me, it’s so hot. I love this, love you…

Mmm, fuck…

I could spend forever between your thighs, making you passion again, and again on my tongue.

Your thighs are starting to shake…

“Mmm, that’s it, sweetheart. passion for me.

passion on my face, you can do it… Oh yeah.

That’s it… that’s my girl. Keep going.

Yeah, keep going, fucking my face…”

“I need you inside me…

Please…”

“Here. On your back…”

You slide yourself down to straddle my hips,

grinding on the head of my cock a little before I pick you up and flip you onto your back.

“You little tease…”

“I couldn’t resist.

I know how much you love it…”

I take the head of my cock in my hand and tease it against your pussy… slowly… so slowly… stroking it through your wetness… up to your clit… and then back down…