Van Palmer || Freckles

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I hear the familiar sound of creaking above me, and my attention is instantly drawn upwards. To my surprise, my girlfriend's head pops up from the ladder that leads to the lofted space in the little cabin. Her sudden appearance catches me off guard, but a delighted smile spreads across my face as I instinctively close the book I've been engrossed in.

She moves up the ladder with a playful grace, her eyes locked onto mine. The warmth of her presence fills the room, making the rustic surroundings seem even more enchanting. I can't help but be captivated by her as she approaches, her eyes dancing with a mischievous glint.

As she reaches me, she raises a finger and gently tilts my chin upward. The soft touch sends shivers down my spine, and my heart quickens in anticipation. Without a word, she leans in, her lips meeting mine in a sweet, lingering kiss.

With the book now forgotten, I scoot over on the makeshift bed to make room for her. She settles down beside me, her presence a comforting weight against my side.

Propping myself up on one arm, I gaze at her with unabashed adoration. Her beauty never ceases to amaze me, and in moments like this, it's as if time itself slows down to accommodate the intensity of my feelings. She meets my gaze with a soft smile, her lips curved in a way that makes my heart skip a beat.

A playful urge takes over me, and I can't resist leaning in to plant soft kisses across her face. She lets out a musical laugh, the sound filling the air like a melodious symphony. "What are you doing?" she asks, a note of curiosity in her voice.

I pause my affectionate assault, looking into her eyes with a grin. "Kissing your freckles," I respond, my voice laced with a mixture of fondness and playfulness. Without hesitation, I lean in again, my lips brushing against her skin as I continue my gentle assault, savoring the feeling of closeness.

Her laughter continues, intermingling with my kisses in a delightful symphony of emotions. Eventually, I pull back slightly, my fingers tracing patterns along her cheek. "All done?" she teases, arching an eyebrow in mock seriousness.

I shake my head with a smile, my eyes meeting hers. "Nope, not yet. I still have to kiss the ones on your thighs and your tits." The words hang in the air, charged with a mix of intimacy and anticipation.

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