Erotic stories

A spring day

It was a bright, sunny spring day; the air was heavy with the scent of flowers, and a soft, slow wind was blowing through the valley. We had placed our picnic rug under the shade of a willow tree, along with our picnic basket. We were lying side by side with my head on his chest and his arms around me, and one of his hands was gently playing in my hair.

We just had some food and talked for an hour until we became tired and decided to lie down. The view was peaceful and beautiful; the sky was filled with clouds gently drifting away, and butterflies fluttered through the air while the flowers in the field danced slowly with the breeze. My ear was pressed against his heart, so I could hear the soft pounding of his heart, which was like music to my ears.

In this moment, I felt like I was the happiest person alive. I felt so safe in his arms; I wished I could lie here forever with him just like this. "What are you listening to?" he asked me.

"To the sound of your heart," I said, looking him in the eyes; they were as dark as night. "What does it say?" he asked. "It’s singing a song," I replied innocently.

"Really, which one?" he asked curiously. "I think we are alone now; there doesn’t seem to be anyone around," I sang in a hushed voice.

He smiled gently at me and nibbled the corner of my ear, playfully with his tongue. I came closer to him and kissed him on the mouth. His lips parted, and I felt the inside of his mouth, which was sweet because of the jam he had and hot, like sunshine on a snowy day, delicate and warm. I gasped as he touched my lower lip with the tip of his tongue and gently touched my lip teasingly.

I stroked his tongue with mine, urging him to move forward. The kisses became deeper and more demanding with every stroke, and I felt as though I was drinking a nectar that could never subdue my thirst no matter how much I drank it. It was as if the more I drank, the harder it became to stop. His one hand was in my back, and his other hand was in my hand, pinned to the ground.

I was lying on top of him; his body was strong, and his muscles easily carried my weight as if I were nothing but a light kitten on his chest. I moved my mouth to lower his neck and liked his collar bone with my tongue; he let out a sigh.

I traced his neck with kisses as he pulled his shirt off over his head. I kissed his bear chest while my hands played over his back. His body was hot, and it made me want to touch every part of him. I wanted to kiss every corner of him. As my mouth moved to his stomach, his breath became harder and faster as his body moulded against mine.

He rolled me over and pinned me down on the ground. "My turn," he said to me. He then kissed my throat the same way I did to him, but his kisses were followed by little bites that teased me. He unbuttoned my shirt and helped me take off my bra. His eyes were filled with a huge smile that made me blush so hard. He looked like a lion about to tear his prey to shreds.

He then took my nipple in his mouth and bit it hard. It became hard for me to breathe. I moaned and kicked my feet in desperation as my nipple became taunted on his mouth. His hand moved slowly over my chest. He cradled my other breast in his hand and kissed it gently, softly licking it. My breath became shallow while he moved down to my stomach, massaging it with his hands and mouth.

It made my legs arch upward as I felt his length between my thighs, and I felt a shallowness in me that could only be filled with him. He felt it too, and as our eyes met, we reached a certain understanding without either of us saying that I wanted him or that he wanted me. He took off his jeans and slowly removed my underwear.

He then used his hands to hold my knees apart as he moved his mouth towards her sex and lavished it with kisses. He then stocked the tip of her sex with his tongue. I began to shake with pleasure as he found the delicate flesh between my thighs. He played with it with his mouth, which was furious and demanding. Soon raptures overtook me from that place where his mouth was placed. I begged him, "Stop. Oh God, please stop," but he tormented me with his mouth.

His licking and nuzzling became so deep and furious that I was overcome with screams of pleasure. Then suddenly he stopped. "Why?" I asked, but he hushed me. He then moved upward and placed himself between my legs. I wrapped my arms and legs around him so tightly and kissed him on the mouth; his sex was right between my thighs. I was shaking with fear and excitement; he sensed it and said "Don’t worry, I will be gentle".

He then entered me with a delicate thrust, and I let out a sigh. Slowly he went further and further in, and I felt dazed with pain and pleasure as he murmured loving words in my ears as he went further in. I felt as though we were Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, made for each other. In this moment, I belonged completely to him—mind, body, and soul—and he belonged to me wholly. I felt a slight pain, but it was overridden by the happiness and love I felt for him.

He was so hard on me that I felt helpless at being posed by him. It was like I was made of ice that was slowly melting in his arms, as if she were a moth that had come too close to the flame and was about to be consumed by it, but it did not scare me; if anything, I wished that he consumed me entirely.

I kissed his mouth and subdued a groan from his mouth as we went into a subtle rhythm. I pushed him to the ground, and we rolled over to the grass, and I came on top of him. He pushed me down again, and he came on top of me still locked in a kiss.

A little while after he withdrew himself, I tried to protest, but he simply said "Easy, my love. I don’t want you to get hurt". We both didn’t say anything to each other. I lay there in his arms as he picked up the picnic rug and covered our bodies with it like a blanket.

I nestled my head on his arm, using it like a pillow. My nose was filled with the scent of his skin, which smelled like grass and wet earth. I felt the strength of his arms, which were locked tightly around me. They were so warm and comforting that I felt myself feeling sleepy, but something kept me awake.

He had his turn to love me; now it was my turn to love him in return. I placed myself on top of him. "My love, what are you doing?" he asked, surprised that I still had the strength to go on.

"My turn," I replied with a playful smile. I placed myself between his things, using them as a cushion, and positioned myself on top of the long, rigid length of his arousal, which felt hard at the moment of contact. He let out a sigh.

I started with gentle movements that made him moan, and then I found a rhythm that made him express satisfaction. His breath became restless, and so did mine. He reached towards my sex and found the nub beneath it, which he played with with his thumbs, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. I thrashed myself downward on him and could feel his nerves being filled with pleasure.

Our eyes met, and we were both deeply taking in the sight of each other's pleasure. Soon I became tired and felt straight on his chest; his heart was thundering under her ear, and his chest was rising and falling in deep breaths until it finally became normal again.

I love you," he said to me, and I replied, I love you more," before kissing him gently. I lied on his arm, using it as a cushion to rest my head on, and as I closed my eyes to rest them, a deep sleep overtook me.