Our Falling Leaves: His POV, Ch. 2

???? Our Falling Leaves is a six-part, multi-POV (M and F chapters) mosaic about love, loss, and the ordinary moments that hold a life together. Across multiple fall seasons and shifting narrators, a couple's story unfolds--from a spark under an oak tree to intimacy, fracture, and the grief that follows--shadowed by a loyal dog, the man's own sketchbook and the woman's detailed memories.

Part 2: Our Trip

That group of day hikers seems bigger today, and it looks like we're getting more people coming out to this park from all over since it's the season. I'd like to think that this is my private place --or our place--but the hum of others keeps me attuned to my small role. It looks like the baseball teams finished their last inning and the children high-five one another and say "good game." I'm not sure which team won since they both seem perfectly happy, and all the parents are gathered around the bleachers getting post-game snacks ready. Maybe that could have been us. Proud.

I've taken to drawing some of the cars, of all things, maybe because I want to force them to become natural and blend in organically, somehow, instead of being so intrusive. One of the cars in the lot is loaded with camping gear and other sorts of nick-knacks on the roof. It's a Subaru--of course, a Subaru, green even--and it has green Vermont plates. I wonder why they bothered to come this direction when their own backyard is so perfect; they can just walk out and the hues of autumn trees are up close and in the distant mountains. Usually people come to them. It must be a friend of some local, I figure, trying to make the best of what we have to offer in this park and in the trails over the clearing. Maybe it's a long-distance girlfriend coming to visit and enjoy some camping with her boyfriend during a college break, or an old couple just trying to visit some other state.. Either way they make their love work--something I couldn't do enough for you.

I tried hard on our first anniversary when we took that trip up to Vermont. I spent so many hours picking out the right cabin hotel, trying to get one that had just the right charm, the type of room you would love, and the weekend we needed to solidify our love. That word, love, you'd just told me that a month before and it inspired my need to give you this beautiful trip. It was perfect.

The cabin I picked was meant to give you the feeling that we were finally away from the hustle and bustle of our jobs, of our apartments, and feel like it is just us, together. Was this a trial run? I don't know, but I knew I had to go somewhere with you. I hoped this trip would be a chance for you to open up more, to share as much about yourself as I had about me. When we rolled up in my car to the cute little Vermont inn that autumn, Max was wagging his tail, strapped in the back seat in the car gear I had bought for him. We felt whole. You felt like my family.

"Eeh! I'm so happy we're finally doing this, babe!" you said, giddy, as you leaned over and kissed my cheek.

It was the cozy kind of place befitting of only two seasons: fall, when all the tourists would come to go "leaf peeping," as the locals say; and winter during ski season. The log cabin feel and the fireplaces gave it the perfect country feel you wanted. The mountains in the distance were the color of caramel and candy corn, burnt oranges and browns dotting the distant landscape. The weather that day was crisp and cool.

"I have another surprise, my love. We got the suite!" I announced.

You gleamed. I knew you had prepared fall outfits in your pumpkin spice best. You just loved the leaves, the scent of cinnamon, and dressing up for it all.

"I love you, I love you, I love you!" You kept kissing my cheek.

"Well, let's wait until we see if it all lives up to the reviews of being so romantic! Come on, let's check in. Get Max and I'll get all our other stuff," I said trying to get the day moving.

The inside was as nice as the outside, and as much of a lodge feel as one could ever ask for without being over the top. At least this place was dog friendly, too. I went to check us in and the cute lady at the desk gave me extra attention since I had booked one of the suites. She seemed to match the place too, an auburn brunette, almost red-headed, with brown face freckles and wearing a green turtleneck that hugged her figure. I couldn't help but look at her.

She looked back at me, and said, "you have the cute dog! What's his name so I can check him in?"

"You check in dogs, too?" I smirked back.

"Well, for the boarding and the activities in the dog park. Since we're a dog friendly place, we always like to make sure we have the names of all our pet guests!" she said.

"Well, in that case, his name is Max!" I said.

"Arf!" Max replied.

"Well, I guess he wants to introduce himself," the receptionist said, looking at Max and giving him a treat. "Well, the dog care area is open for the rest of the afternoon until eight. Did you want me to take him over while you settle in?" she asked.

I looked at you with a smirk, and you smirked back, both of us with the anticipation of getting to be alone for a bit. "Baby, we can actually have the place to ourselves before dinner!" I looked at you with sultry eyes. "So, until eight right? And you'll bring him by, or do we go get him?" I asked the receptionist.

"Either way," she said.

Of course she was happy to take Max off our hands where he'd go play, at least for the extra price that I didn't mind paying. Sure, Max got to have his own fun, but I was going to get mine, too.

"Ok, so you know, we were expecting you as special guests in our suite, so your suite is all ready for you," she said, smiling as she looked at me. I realized she was the one I talked to on the phone to make all the arrangements for the room. "That'll be two keys?" she asked.

"Yes, I don't think Max knows how to open doors quite yet," I replied.

We took the keys and started walking over, past the wood-clad rooms, the smoking parlor, the billiard room, and the library. We walked a little faster with the anticipation of the room to ourselves for a little bit.

I had arranged a romantic package to celebrate one year of us since meeting at the park. The fireplace was already roaring in the room when we stepped in, and we had a bottle of champagne laid out with some chocolates and maple candies. The bed was decorated with fake maple leaves as if they were sexy rose petals. I knew you liked this color better than red.

"Oh my god, I can't believe-- you did this for us?" you exclaimed, almost crying.

"I love you," as I kissed you, deeply, and you fell back onto the bed. I kept my mouth on your lips, my tongue slowly responding to yours, but my eyes being mindful of the champagne bottle.

"Here, let's put this away for later, but keep these," I whispered as I put the bottle aside but kept the chocolate box.

I leaned over next to you, kissing your neck while grabbing one chocolate from the box. Slowly I brushed it against your cheek and along your lips while you ever so slightly parted them. Your longing tongue peeked out to get a taste.

"Delicious enough for you?" I said, my mouth on your neck, lost against you, while my hand fed you the treat.

You ever so slowly took it from my fingers, along with the tips of them, consuming the dark, savory morsel and beginning to get ecstatic from the sensation. I reacted by coming back to your mouth.

"Let me taste it, too," I whispered.

I kissed you, my tongue dancing into you and tasting the same bittersweet cocoa flavor you loved so much. Again, with another chocolate, but this time I fed from my own mouth as our breaths and tongues melted the chocolate onto your lips and chin as you swallowed my gift.

"I think you want more," I said, leaning up while taking off my sweater and undershirt immediately, exposing my torso skin and chest; your hand immediately falling into my untrimmed chest hair. You moaned, eyes closed while still chewing the candy.

I could see your legs in your cotton tights squirming against each other and your hips writhing beneath that plaid skirt. You had already knocked off your cute designer shoes to the side of the bed, and your feet rubbed beneath the cotton fabric of your tights.

"Let me get these off. There's enough warmth with the fireplace," I insisted.

You had your legs dangling off the bed as I started easing my way down them. Slowly, I grabbed the waistband of both your waist high tights and panties and shimmied them both off to expose your bare legs and your perfect, warm pussy under your skirt. The warmth and scent immediately surrounded me.

You had already lifted off your sweater with your tits perfectly perked in your bra as my mouth kissed your smooth thighs and into your skirt. With every kiss my head lifted a little more of your skirt until it was fully up to your waist and your pussy exposed. Finally my tongue danced on your clit.

You moaned, loudly.

"Another treat," I said, grabbing another chocolate piece and slowly rubbing it on your clit, causing a small melt that I then lapped up.

"Please, feed it to me! I'm so hungry!" you exclaimed. I knew you didn't mean your mouth.

Softly I kept mixing the melting chocolate with the warmth of your aching pussy, leaving a dripping mixture of cocoa, saliva, and your carnal juices. This cocktail was addictive to me and I kept lapping to consume it, and to consume you. Each lick of my tongue began to move harder against your clit with my finger just gliding over your opening.

You moaned again, and I knew your body after exploring it a full year. I knew your grinds, your needs, and how you enjoyed sex with me. That was the moan that I knew meant neediness. It meant a desire for fulfillment inside you. Instinctually, with two fingers I started to penetrate you, curling my fingers as I continued to lap on your clit.

"Is that enough for you baby?" I moaned at you in between breaths from licking at your juicy clit. "Is two enough for my girl?"

I knew how much you enjoyed being filled. You once described it to me as a desire for completeness and fulfillment. When your pussy was aching you would feel empty and void of something, of some sort of entry to make that void whole. I knew how you were capable of more of me --of more fingers, of larger toys, of my cock.

"Yes, two, that's perfect!" you replied.

I continued, knowing how much you enjoyed a rhythmic penetration from me while I would go at your clit. I could just close my eyes and sit here drinking from your well, and tasting you. It was messy, with this chocolate flavored pussy cocktail.

I unlocked my mouth from its place to simply take a look at you. You were laying there, your breasts exposed to the air and hardening.

Your perfect nipples were erect, standing in that way that let me know you wanted it so badly. It was this sensitivity you had, and a compelling feeling to touch them and roll them in your fingers. This image was so powerful to me that I had to take a moment to just look at you, first at your eyes from between your legs, and then just gazing on your nipples. You were beautiful.

I knew you were close and returned to my duty. Again, entering my two fingers but opening them to try and stretch your warm entry. Your clit popped out to reveal itself to my tongue, and I leaned in to lick again and again. Faster, this time, needing to feel you. Your body always got hot, your warmth increasing and I knew it was coming. I knew a few more licks, an increase of my rhythm and soon enough it would happen.

"I love you baby," I murmured.

"I love you too!" you moaned out as you had your orgasm. I wanted to give that to you as your gift for our anniversary.

I laid there on the bed with you, both of us partially clothed and you in the glow of your orgasm. We heard the fireplace roar and we just laid there touching each other's body, our chests against each other. I loved you so much at that moment.

"Babe, we need to go to dinner! " I said suddenly looking at the clock. "Remember, our reservation we had? It's in a few minutes!"

I headed to the bathroom and turned on the warm shower. "Come on, quick!"

You ran over as we both quickly got rid of the rest of our clothes and jumped in. I knew you had to keep your hair dry so I let you stand on the far side. We didn't have time to be sexy, but you insisted in that way that you always did.

The hot water was a welcome relief after a passionate session of oral pleasure. We stood in the shower, the steam rolling off our intertwined bodies as we kissed passionately. My hands moved up and down your back, exploring your wet curves and eliciting a moan of pleasure from your lips.

Suddenly I remembered that we were running late for our dinner reservation, but you insisted, grabbing at my cock with that look in your eyes. Slowly you stroked, and I started to grow and thicken in your small, soft hand. I knew what you wanted, and I wanted it too. We kept kissing, and I moaned as your fingers explored my hardness. I reached up to caress your breasts, and felt your nipples harden in my palms mixed with the warm water and soap. I could feel the heat of your body, and your breathing started to become more labored. I wanted to make you feel good; I wanted to make you feel loved, even if it was just to let you pleasure me with your hand.

"Is this good? Is this what you like?" you egged me on. "Come on baby, it's not fair if only I get to cum," you insisted as you squeezed tight around my bulging head, right at that button that you knew would make me explode.

My heart raced as I started to feel myself get close, and I knew you could feel it too--the pulsing, the throbbing. But I resisted, because I wanted to save that burst of pleasure for later, and for a more worthy part of your body.

I grabbed your hand and moved it away, and with a quick kiss on the lips, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. "We have to go, babe!" I said, wrapping the towel around my waist, a tent poking out. "We don't want to miss our reservation!"

I grabbed another towel for you and we both quickly dried off and got dressed. I finished getting ready before you, and as you were putting your sweater on, I grabbed the keys and Max's leash.

"Come on," I said, grabbing your hand. "Let's go have our dinner before we have to grab Max!"

I could still feel the pulsing of my cock, and the way I wanted it to subside. My explosion was still waiting. We grabbed our coats and headed outside, the cold air a welcome relief after the warmth of the cabin. We scuttled, not wanting to be late for our reservation, and then walked quietly towards the romantic ambiance of a cozy restaurant. You were there sexually relieved, and me there sexually tense and very much in love with you; an air full of more anticipation.

You had heard about this restaurant at the lodge from a friend, and I had read reviews that praised its food. I opened the door for you, and we stepped inside. The restaurant was filled with warm, dimly lit candles and a fireplace burning in the corner. Another young couple walked by also very much in love, and by the looks of her ring, engaged. Their laughter echoed in the crisp air. I couldn't help but compare, wondering if we ever looked that carefree. I hoped we did.

The waiter, this athlete of a college boy, came over to take our order. We both decided on the same thing suitable for a lodge in the fall: steak and mashed potatoes.

"Babe, you know, I have a confession to make," I said.

"Oh? What is it?"

"I'm actually really excited for dinner. I'm starving!" I could feel my stomach grumbling, and despite the delicious smell coming from the kitchen, I felt hurried to eat knowing I had a task to complete: this urgent desire to fill you, and an urgent desire to have you and hold you for the rest of my life. Yes, I did want that.

I remembered you mentioning once how your parents always talked about the importance of anniversaries, of marking milestones. I wanted this to be perfect for you, for us. We sat, talking about how beautiful the cabin was and which other meals we could have. Something about the way the dim light hit your hair reminded me of the first time we'd met at the cafe.

Our dinner arrived, and after a few bites I looked up from my plate, pushing food around with my fork. "You know, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. About us," I said.

"About us?" You seemed worried, nodding slowly and with that knowing deep breath of yours.

"You know, my sister asked when we're thinking of taking the 'next step'. I didn't know what to tell her. I mean we're here, we share Max, even if we don't share an apartment, and we're in love. I just love this and want so much more of this. I mean, it's what I want out of life, where I see myself in the next few years." I reached out, placing my hand over yours. "I hope your ideas included me, too."

"Baby, you know I love you. I just--" you hesitated. "I just sometimes want to be more relaxed about this. It's been a year and it feels like it's been ten. I'm still young--we're still young--and you know my job always has these offers to go places. We just barely got to take one trip to Europe and you made sure we came back early."

I felt a pang in my chest.

"What does that mean for us?"

"Baby, nothing. It's just that I want to sit and enjoy today. You're always going on about tomorrow and everything. I love you, and I cherish what we have, but I also need to think about my--our growth, and happiness. Our happiness!"

"Baby, I understand wanting to chase your dreams, but I hope I'm in your dreams too," I asked not wanting to know the answer.

"I mean, you are my dreams. You're so the man of my dreams," you said, with that grin that would drive me wild. "And we didn't even get to finish."

"Dinner? I'm almost done with my steak," I said.

"No, I mean, in the shower. You left me hanging, baby," you insisted in that sultry voice. "Oh, you know I love you, but I wanted to make sure I have enough for later." "Later?" you asked.

Soon enough it seemed we'd forgotten about dinner and you led me by the hand while we got Max from reception. Something changed right after, with you swaying your hips as we walked back to the room. You wanted it, I could tell, and I was so ready to divert my attention back to giving you what I'd held back earlier.

You did not hold off on slipping off your dress down to your bra and panties as soon as that door shut. Max, bless that dog, was a good boy and cuddled into his bed. But you, I could see you were already wet through the dark spot on your underwear, knowing your pussy was dripping with anticipation. I walked over, and started to kiss you. I took off my shirt, and you began to undo my pants. I let you, and you pulled them down to my knees.

"I want to taste you," you said. You kneeled down, and began to suck on my cock. I was so hard. It so quick, and you could feel my cock throbbing in your mouth.

"Jesus, baby, you always," I couldn't even keep talking as you just dived into taking me into your mouth. "Fuck, baby, your mouth is perfect!"

"I love you!" you mumbled from down there, your mouth so full.

I reached down to run my hands through your hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling you in a little more. I loved how you would let me guide you, and I could feel your tongue swirl around my shaft. I could feel my cock pulsing, and I knew I was close.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum," I warned.

"I want it, baby, but not in my mouth," you said.

I asked if you were sure, since cumming inside you could be dangerous since you didn't want to get pregnant. But you had that look, and you knew exactly where you wanted it, and that I wanted to give that to you. You got up, and kissed me.

I laid on the bed, and guided you over. You slowly positioned yourself on top of me, grabbing my cock and rubbing the tip against your dripping pussy. I could feel how wet you were, and I moaned as you teased me, rubbing the tip against your clit and then slowly sliding my cock into your warm, inviting pussy. I loved how your pussy could swallow me whole, and I watched as my entire cock disappeared into you.

You started rocking your hips, riding me. I grabbed your waist, guiding you, and started to thrust into you. I could feel your pussy tighten around me, and I felt myself getting close.

"I love you, baby. God, you feel so perfect. You're so fucking perfect," I could barely whisper out from your glorious riding of my cock. I felt so ready.

I flipped you over onto your back, and started thrusting into you harder on top of you, looking right into your eyes. I could feel your pussy getting tighter, and I knew you were getting close. I kept thrusting, and you started to moan.

"Baby, I'm close!" you exclaimed.

I kept thrusting, and I could feel that familiar shudder of you starting to cum. I could feel your pussy convulse around me, and I knew you were in heaven. I kept thrusting, and you moaned louder.

But I knew what you really wanted. I flipped you onto all fours, and started to thrust into you from behind. I loved how your ass looked from this angle, and I could see my cock disappearing into your perfect pussy. Slowly, in, out, in our perfect rhythm as your hand grabbed the pillow.

"Please, baby, I need your cum! Please cum in me!"

That took me onto that one-way path towards the edge that I wasn't going to return from. Every bit of my loins activated, my balls tightening, and all gears starting to flow my cum towards its destiny. I grabbed your hips, thrusting into you, and I could feel the pump priming with every thrust.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum! I need you. I love you!" I exclaimed.

"Please, baby, I need it! I want your cum!"

With one final thrust I exploded into you, filling you up with my hot, sticky seed. I could feel my cock pulse, and your pussy tighten around me. We collapsed onto the bed, and I could feel your body against mine.

Silence. We could only touch each other softly and listen to the warm fireplace as you sat there with the completeness of my sex in you. We were one, and I'd hoped it would've been so much longer.