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Three years.
I can’t believe I’ve spent three whole years with this perfect man. Choso is practically everything I could ask for in a partner. He’s sweet, kind, passionate, and thoughtful, which is very apparent on this anniversary, as he’s planned a whole day full of surprises for the two of us.
I’ll pick you up at 10AM. Wear something comfortable.
The last text I got from him last night before falling asleep.
Happy Anniversary Baby. Be there in an hour.
I’ve barely cleared the matter from my eyes and he’s up bright and early. I send back a Happy Anniversary, followed by a string of kissing emojis and a See You Soon.
I stretch and yawn and slowly roll out of bed, heading straight to the shower. I make that part quick because I need the extra time for my makeup and refreshing my braids.
I use tones that bring out all my best features: my full lips, high cheekbones, and wide eyes. I layer shimmer on my cupid’s bow and the bridge of my nose. Then I spritz the perfume he’s already bought for me. I put on a cute crop top, miniskirt, and sneakers with my own surprise for him to unwrap underneath.
Before long, he is ringing my doorbell. His eyes widen when he sees me.
“My god, I’ll never get tired of looking at you. I’m so lucky,” he muses.
His voice is like sugar and he looks scrumptious. The v-neck he is wearing highlights his prominent collarbones and he is wearing his hair in his trademark manbuns, just like I like.
I blush and giggle, then lean in for a kiss. I never get tired of his compliments.
Choso slips his tongue under mine and it carries a certain longing only this kind of love can bring. He kisses me deeply and I make it a point to breathe all of him in.
As the climate below my waist starts to change, I quickly pull away.
“Stop before we end up not going anywhere!”
He chuckles and takes my hand in his.
“To the car we go, then?” I nod, unable to hide the joy spreading across my face.
I let him lead the way. He opens the door for me, and there is already an iced coffee and muffin waiting for me. The whole ride is an impromptu karaoke session of some of our favorite songs, while his hand rests on my thigh. Being his passenger princess is one of my favorite things.
“I still can’t know what we’re doing?”
“Shhh, it’ll spoil the surprise! Just enjoy the ride.”
After belting a good 7 songs or so, the car comes to a stop in the parking lot of a quiet park I used to frequent to clear my head. He pops the trunk, and makes his way to my car door, covering my eyes with his hands when he walks me to the back.
“We’re starting the day with a picnic and scavenger hunt. Go on. Find a spot you like and I’ll unpack,” Choso directs me.
I secure a shady, secluded spot under a tree near a creek. It is peaceful, a welcome reminder of my relationship with Choso.
He finds me, oversized basket in hand, and unpacks everything in it—a spread of sushi and my favorite snacks, a soft checkered blanket big enough to cover a king-sized bed, and a small speaker.
He smiles at me, finding my hand to weave his fingers between mine.
“Where do you think the first clue is?” he inquires. I stare pensively, unsure of where to start.
“I have no idea if I’m being honest.”
“I’ll give you a hint: it’s close to something you need to survive.” His other hand slowly snakes up to his chest.
I think to myself: Water? Air? Food? Knowing Choso, blood? Intuition tells me that it’s hidden somewhere in or near this picnic spread. I search inside and around the basket, but there is no clue there. I look by the tree, but then remember that he wouldn’t have known the area I would pick.
“You’re cold,” he says, referencing your location. I step back over towards him.
“Getting warmer…” His voice is singsongy now.
I reach towards his pockets and he flashes his perfectly aligned teeth, the smile that always makes me melt and throb a little on the inside.
“You’re hot,” he pauses to wink at me, “but not quite.” My wide brown eyes roll playfully at his double entendre but now know that this first clue must be on his person.
“Something you need to survive… hmmm…”
I ponder my thoughts a few moments before reaching out to him to roam around his body, feeling for something that might feel inconsistent. As my hands search, I hear a crinkle on his torso—the sound of crumbling paper. I lift his shirt to find his sculpted abs and the first clue taped across his ribs, covering his battle-levied scars.
“You’re so clever,” I respond enticingly, kissing him to punctuate my sentence. I don’t even bother to read the clue and choose to straddle my body across his lap instead. He meekly leans back and I can feel the heat radiating from him. A pinkish hue fills his cheeks. Choso’s rising erection snuggles my inner leg through his trousers and my heat bundles at the meeting of my fleshy thighs.
“You know I can never resist when you do that,” he whispers. He looks so radiant under the morning sun. And so vulnerable to my touch.
“Oh? I can tell…” Lust leaks from my lips, coaxing him to indulge me. I softly grip the bulge steadily increasing in size, grinding my weight back and forth on his pelvis. Our tongues continue to tango as his moans begin to vibrate against me.
It never takes too long for me to wet and relax, especially not with him, but this setting—the open air, cool breeze, and smell of spring—has me sweltering. The seat of my panties cling to my newly waxed pussy, just waiting for him to take it further.
We kiss for what seems like ages. I take care to inhale this reminder of our love.
Choso cradles his fingertips on the small of my back, gently flipping me so that his weight is pressed on mine. He makes haste to navigate toward his favorite spot at the crest of my pleasure. His head dives beneath me and he drags his teeth along my inner thighs. I forcefully arch my back in response.
“Mmmm…” I moan softly.
He licks the stitching of my panties just at the crutch of my hip bone and inhales me. I can almost feel him salivating, just by the cadence of his breath.
“I could smell you all day, but I need to taste you,” he grumbles. Deep and dominant, yet somehow still soft in claiming his desire.
His lips suction at the fabric of my panties, so soaked that I know he can taste me now.
A brisk current flows by me and my nipples stiffen. His warm breath is a stark, but welcome contrast as he starts to savor the slickness seeping through my panties.
“You’re going to ruin them,” I manage to muster out between moans.
“Worth it, my diamond. Nothing I can’t replace.” Suddenly I didn’t care how much I’d spent on them. His voice serenades me and he continues swiping his tongue around my pussy, still in its cloak. My eyes roll back and my hips jut forward, begging him to remove the barrier.
“Always so sweet. My little candy shop,” Choso mumbles against me between kisses. As if he can’t take it anymore, he tears through my underwear, exposing my wetness to the wind… and his urgency. A soft suction surrounds my clit and two fingers find their way inside. He slides his slender index and middle digits in and out at a rhythmic pace while slurping hungrily at my pussy. Each pump opens me up a little more, preparing for what is sure to come next.
I start to feel him circle his tongue on the hood. His fingers glide across the spongy area towards the back of my pussy and I twitch with every movement. I can’t tell what is turning me on most right now: the skill of his mouth, the surroundings, or just how into this my boyfriend is. He is nearly insatiably, making a mess of me, allowing none of my juices to escape. He’s worked me up so much in such a short time, I’m already on the verge of cumming.
“Oh Choso I’m gonna—”
He interrupts me, but his fingers continue to move.
“Already so soon baby girl? Slow down. Let me have more of you,” he pants.
He refuses to let up as I grip his hair. I’m barely thinking about the prospect of getting caught. In fact, teetering on the possibility piques my adrenaline. This feels like a ritual. One where my hips dance against his face and fingers and my orgasm boldly washes over me. I can do nothing but mumble his name, but he doesn’t stop. My boyfriend continues to lick my most sensitive part. It doesn’t seem he cares about getting caught either.
One orgasm? Two? Maybe three? It is hard for me to catch my breath, but I find some relief when I can hear something other than my own moans again.
“One more for me. Can you do that?” He sounds so gentle.
I let out a long sigh. “Mhm mmm.” And I nod, my tongue lewdly hanging out the corner of my mouth.
It doesn’t take much for my walls to clench around his fingers. He backs off slowly, like he is trying to keep me hovering, waiting for what he will do next.
When Choso rises from between my legs, face sticky with my slick, he glows. I can see his happiness… his love for me.
I barely blink and his heavy shaft is resting on my leg, while his warmth presses me to the blanket under us.
“Need to feel you now,” he breathes. And I want him to.
I kiss him again as an invitation. He feels so close like this. There is no space between us, and while we both are almost fully clothed, it seems like nothing is in the way.
My vagina welcomes him, but he is so girthy he barely fits. Choso is never rough with me unless I ask. Even now, with such exposure, he is patient. It is so clear when he makes love to me like this that my pleasure pleases him. His hands roam, and he’s somehow able to maintain focus on his stroke, crashing his hips against mine to a melody only he knows. The sun hits my skin and my lips do not leave his. My walls expand, creating space for him to do whatever he pleases.
“So tight, so perfect…” he purrs, his speech slurring off. He is so drunk on me. I love when he gets like this.
“Deeper baby. I can take it.” I push my legs up to meet his elbows, improving the angle he can direct his dick.
He presses me more into the ground and with it, I feel the hilt of his stiff cock touch my soaked hole. Every inch of him expands me. I cry out, unaware of my surroundings, or anything else, for just a moment. Choso’s eyes roll back and he digs into me. I grind my hips against his, pulling as he pushes.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I chant in his ear. We need to keep quiet, but I am dangerously close to a mind-shattering orgasm that might ruin his pants if he isn’t careful.
“That feel good to you?”
“Yes… baby… yes~”
“Show me. Show me how much you love me,” my boyfriend beckons.
And he’s close too. I can tell by how sloppy he gets. How he whimpers at the feel of me gripping and relaxing around him, toying with him. I sink my teeth into his neck, deep enough to jolt him, but not deep enough to break skin. My pussy pulses against his dick—some intentional, some involuntary. Whatever to keep him drunk like this. I drool into him with a hot kiss. This is how I show my love.
He wraps his hand around the small of my back and thrusts into me with fervor. As I rise again, I feel him tensing up.
“I’m so close, fuck, [Y/n], I love you.”
“I love you too,” I whine back.
He grinds his way through spilling into me, driving us both into orgasmic bliss. For a final time, at least for now I know, I clench around him, letting him fill my every pleat.
Choso inhales sharply to steady his breathing, then whispers in my ear.
“Don’t waste it. We wouldn’t want it leaking out of you all day.”
We briefly lay into each other. The brisk air brings us back to baseline. He rolls off of me, adjusts his clothes, adjusts mine, and kisses my forehead.
“Look at what you started!” he teases.
“Look at what I started?! A sensible person wouldn’t tape a clue to his ripped body if he didn’t plan on having sex in this park!”
I stare into his eyes for several seconds, batting my eyelashes, before we both double over in laughter.
“Happy anniversary again, baby girl. You should totally read that clue now.”
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