She smirked as she grinded in his lap. The summer sun soaked into their skin as they sat alone in the corner of the bleachers, Danny with his shirt off, draped over his forehead and Claire in his lap. Kids ran around the scorching high school track, their gym clothes barely able to wick away the sweat from their effort, as Claire’s skirt provided ample room for wave after wave of warm summer wind. Thinking he couldn’t make a move with everyone around, she grinded her hips down, pressing her well formed curves into his now growing bulge.

       “What’s the matter, Danny? All worked up, and you can’t do a thing, huh? How cute you-” She began to mock him, toying with him, implying her absolute control. And yet, he sprang up, grabbing her waist with his large hands, making her jump. He leaned into the crook of her neck, and whispered in her ear.

       “Who says I can’t do anything?” His hands slowly fell down from her hips, onto the pleat of her skirt. The light fabric was thick enough to block away light, yet thin enough to provide breathability. Every stitch he ran his thick finger over, calloused from the handy work during his free weekends. With a smirk of his own, he gripped her thigh, and slowly started to slide back the fabric. Holding one end in place, his other hand sunk into the unseen between her legs. Claire’s eyes widened, and she tried to get his hand away, gripping his wrist. As he dragged a finger along her panties, her grip became weaker, and her breaths became more audible. The pressure of his finger against her, separated only by a thin piece of cotton and lace, drove her mad as he did it. It was not so much the forcefulness of him, dragging up her lips and softly flicking against her clit, but the fact that they were open and so exposed. Anyone glancing in this direction could see her, and see him making her this flustered. She let out a soft squeak as he peeled her panties, pushing them to the side.

       “What was that princess?” Danny said in a mocking tone. Her bare self feeling the kiss of the wind in its entirety now, alongside his rough hand, gently prodding around her lips. She attempted to shut her legs, but with a firm grip, he parted them again. Danny knew how to play with her, slowly teasing her, letting her get wet to his touch before sliding himself in, filling her touch craved hole. She gasped as he did it, squeaking out a moan, this time loud enough to be heard from the rest of the bleachers. Some even stopped running for a moment to investigate, though not finding the source. Two fingers occupied her, getting deep within herself, as Danny felt as though he had let it go on long enough. She had learned her lesson, he thought, but just to make sure, he pressed his thick thumb pad against her clit, beginning to rub it. She clamped down on his forearm, her little hand barely able to hold onto him, as his thrusts became quicker, deeper, nearly reaching her heart.

       The buildup was too much for her. She slammed her legs shut, strength even Danny couldn’t prepare for, and shook in a convulsive orgasm, nearly screaming from the section they were in. Danny smiled evilly, retracting his hands from her nethers. He held her cheeks, and slid the slimy appendages inside of her lips, letting her taste herself on him. He retracted his fingers once again, and pressed his lips against hers, tongue attempting to lap up whatever was left in her mouth.

       “That’s a good girl.” He smiled as he put his T-shirt back on his head, and reclined back into his seat, letting the sun wash over him. Claire, still shivering from her orgasm, looked back at him, a weary mix of anger and pleasure. Surely she’ll get him back, she thought. Surely.

#romance #lewd #adult #literotica

There was a dream I had the other night. It was one that, while it was some nights ago, still causes me to pause whenever I think about it, because of how deliciously vivid it was. And while I will not name the characters in this particular instance, substituting instead for a point of view and referring to this vague person as “her”, know that this was the cause of an in depth conversation I had had the evening before, which held the same primal energy as my imagination. Here’s hoping you enjoy it, as much as I did.

       The timer was set on the old white oven as we set to work. An egg here, a splash of milk there; a sprinkling of sugar, coupled with flour as the mixture began to take shape as dough. The apron I had on was a flat black, and hers a white, with some indistinguishable drawings on it. The small little kitchen, encased in off white counter tops with wood drawers and blue walls, held a small island in the middle, not 2 steps away from the oven. Whoever built this place, I thought to myself, must have been thinner than I. We continued on, preparing whatever it was we were about to make. I held onto a green mixing bowl, and stirred with a metal whisk. The timer beeped, signaling our objective. In one fluid movement, she took the metal baking sheet from the island, spun around letting her dark hair fly in the wind, knelt down and threw in the pan, letting the oven door slam with a loud bang. We talked, though the words could not be made out. I made the motions with my mouth, as did she, sometimes hers curving into a cute smile. I continued mixing, though knowing I was near finished, decided to add a bit more to my mixture, and attempted to slide past her, as she stood over the island, continuing to form.

       “Ope, ’scuse me, honey, right behind ya.” I warned her. She heard my voice, yet as my back held against the oven, she stuck herself out, rubbing ever so coyly onto my sex. I was caught off guard, letting my mouth hang open and eyes widen, drawing in a slight gasp. From where I was, I could see her smirk, as she turned her head back to her work, slowly raising herself from me. Carefully, I set my bowl down on the counter top next to the stove, drawing a determined smile on my face. Playful, I thought.

       My hands were filled as I ran them over the Lycra of her pants, showing off her curves in the most distracting way. She let out a small breath, half laugh, half arousal at the feeling of me holding her rear. Sliding my hands up onto her hips, and with a bit of strength, I pulled her into me. This time, her gasp was more audible. She stopped what she was doing with her hands, but didn’t move. This was her game. She stood upright, and straightened up her back, her long dark hair flowing just past her shoulders. I held her by her hips as I leaned into the curve of her neck. As I moved her hair out of the way, the rush of a strawberry scented shampoo flooded over my senses. She did not move from her stance, but I could feel a smile slowly inching its way across her face. Each kiss on her neck was deliberate, slowly starting near her collar, I traveled up to her ear, planting my lips on her lobe before taking it with my teeth, gently but enough to hear her heart beat a bit faster. I continued on, behind her ear, slowly making my way back to her collar, this time sliding my hands around her hips, feeling the soft figure underneath the apron. Creeping up, slowly savoring every inch of the fabric, my hands came across her breasts, again filling my hands as I took them. I mimicked what I had seen before, slowly kneading them, pressing them together, toward and away from her body, inadvertently bringing her in closer to me. There was no doubt, through my pants she could feel me, the outline of my thickness pressed against her cheeks as she let out a soft moan.

       She turned toward me, looking at me with her big beautiful eyes. I placed my hands on her hips again, though this time, toward the small of her back. Draping her arms around my shoulders, not breaking her eyes from mine, I slowly leaned into her, meeting her halfway, as she did the same. Our lips embraced, the sweet smell of strawberries flooded my senses once again, as did the sweet taste of her lips. She drew into me, practically leaving my hands behind, squeezing her body onto mine. I took her, hoisting her up on the kitchen island, her breathless moans resonated like music in my ears. I began to undress her, wanting to take in the fullness of her figure. Her hips aroused me, the taste of her lips sent my mind into a weary spin, her eagerness drove me on, starting slowly at first, but soon ripping open her shirt, as she clawed away mine. Not breaking the kiss, I felt around her, raising her bra above her chest, exposing her to me.

       Slowly, around her cheek, down her neck, over her collar, I made sure to savor the taste of every inch. Holding her ample self in my hands, slowly massaging her, I began to lick around her, lightly nibbling on her aroused chest. Every movement was followed by a slight sigh or gasp when I playfully sank my teeth into her. The oven began to beep again, ready for the next batch. I returned to face her, locking lips with her, not wanting to leave her embrace. Her hands held me tight, her body called out, screaming for my touch.

The oven beeped again. Her heated breaths seem to exasperatedly form my name.

And again. She wanted me, craving my love.

And again. She was slowly fading.

And again.

Until I woke up….

#romance #lewd #adult #literotica #dream

“I just- I don’t know where I put the damn key, Saffron!” Rey huffed. He looked around, fingers running through his thick, moppy black hair. Silver strands stuck out from his head, like light posts cutting through the night sky. They had been stuck inside nearly a whole month together, and while the flame was there originally, the walls began to close around them, slowly extinguishing the love they had started out with.         

“YOU were the last one who had it Rey!” She didn’t fare the mandated imprisonment much better. Getting worked up, she wiped a drop of sweat from her brow. The multicolored headband which held her ponytail back absorbed the damp frenzy. Somehow, they ended in the kitchen, a few steps away from the dinner table, and a few more away from the couch. “I need the key in case I-”        

“In case what!? Where are you going to go?” He bit back, throwing open the counter drawers, shuffling the silverware in a futile attempt to look for the missing key. His thunderous voice made Saffron’s heart skip a beat. Something about seeing him worked up… no, she dismissed the thought. She was angry. He lost her key. Suddenly, the once brightly lit flat, died with a hum.        

“Did they just cut our lights?”        

“I can’t fucking believe this…” Soon with the aid of a dying flashlight and a small book of matches, light was once again restored to the flat, candles slowly flickering in the darkness. They stood apart from each other: her against the wall arms crossed, and he against the fridge putting his hands behind his head. Rey scanned her body as she looked away from him. His eyes rolled over every one of her voluptuous curves, taking in the width of her hips, the chubbiness in her stomach that she was for whatever reason insecure of. The light bouncing off of her gave an aura of softness to her skin, something that nearly compelled him to touch her. As much as they had fought, in this moment he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She caught him staring, rolling her own eyes at him.

“If only you’d look for the key as much as you look at me, we’d have it found by now!” She turned away from him, angry, but still keeping him in view. Her heart started again. Something about him eyeing her up like this...        

“Me!? If it’s your key, why the hell don’t you keep track of your stuff?!” He threw his arms out to his sides, letting them collapse and slap his thighs. She spun around to face him again, stepping closer, slamming a foot down in anger.        

“YOU told me you would put them back! YOU told me you wouldn’t lose them!” She wagged a finger in his face, causing him to hold his hands up in anticipation. Snatching the finger from his face she stabbed at his chest with every word, “You. Keep. Losing. My. Things. Rey!”         

“Stop poking me.” He growled. Again, Saffron’s heart fluttered. Of course she’s heard him angry before, but this, this growl. Something about it sent the blood pumping to her loins. She stabbed his chest again, nearly skewering his heart with the amount of force.        “OR WHAT!” Going in for another swipe, Saffron’s hands were abruptly grabbed by Rey, holding on tight to her wrists, using his weight to throw them both back onto the wall. He held her hands above her head, as she cowered underneath his intimidating poise. He was taller than her, and now, he was nearly on top of her. She let out a sigh, before slamming her mouth shut, attempting to stifle it.         

“Did...you just-” Rey started, looking down at his prey, guard dropping for a moment. Surely she wasn’t enjoying this, was she? She freed her hands from his grasp, and grabbed onto his face, pulling it close to hers, embracing in a kiss. Her hands full of his cheeks, the black stubble of his facial hair poked and prodded at her fingers, stabbing delightfully into her palm as their lips joined together. She was aggressive in a way he had never seen her before, sliding her tongue inside his mouth, dancing with his. 

He didn’t know how or why, but he did know what to do next. He placed a large hand on the back of her head, bringing her in tighter, and another on her waist, keeping her close. Sliding down her neck, both hands met at the hips, fumbling with her waistband. He broke their embrace, planting kisses like lines on a map, following her cheek, down her neck and about her collarbone. He continued down, yanking her shirt up, slowly and methodically. The breasts, fondled by her hands, received ample lip service as he continued on his way, giving extra love to her tummy, before finally finding the X on his map. 

She was already wet by the time he got to her thighs. Not forgetting the argument, he exacted his revenge by teasing her. Placing tactical kisses along her inner thigh, ending up right in front of her dripping sex, he leaned in close. Giving a short breath for her to feel, he sent shivers of anticipation up her spine. He smiled, and passed over onto the other thigh, more kisses following. She bit her bottom lip, unsure of how much she was willing to take. Feeling his lips plant ever so gently on her skin, she started to lose herself and grabbed hold of his head, shoving it in between her legs. Wide eyed, and more aroused at this sudden display of aggression, Rey’s lips were coated in her dripping anticipation, built up from his teasing. He smirked, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into him. His mustache was the first thing she felt. Like his face in her hands, the prickle of facial hair stabbing deliciously into tiny spots alongside her lips made her moan loudly. He opened his mouth, lapping up her excitement in long, dedicated strokes of his tongue. She tasted sweet, he thought, using his thumbs to spread her open so he could get deeper. He slid his appendage between her lips, gently brushing against her clit, and filling her awaiting hole. Saffron grabbed onto his hair with one hand, fondling her breast with the other. In and out he thrusted, tasting every drop of her, brushing his facial hair against her. Her breaths became quicker and thinner, the sensation of his rough texture pressing deep inside of her, the feeling of his smile pressing against her clit, she always knew he loved going down on her, but something more animistic kept him going, kept his mind focused. Keeling forward, she drew in a sharp breath as he ate. The sensation flooded her mind as her legs began to shake underneath her. Her orgasm was powerful, moaning loudly to his delight. Weak in the knees, she attempted to stand back up, using his head as leverage. Yet he continued on, pressing against her sensitive body with eager hunger. Clawing at his head, she managed to pull him off of her, only to be caught off guard by his lips. She tasted herself on him, feeling his tongue inside of her mouth. Something about tasting her own orgasm, how dirty, how naughty she thought. He parted from her, leaving her breathless, sipping the air, before grabbing her hair, and pushing her to her knees with force.

He quickly undid his belt, dropping his jeans to the floor. Still holding her hair, he pressed her against him, giving an indication on what she was to do next. She slid her fingers up his thighs, behind the waistband of his underwear. Slowly pulling down, revealing first his unkempt hair, then his length, and finally, revealing him fully to her. She grabbed hold of his girth with one hand, barely able to hold it all, and brought her face close to it. His manly scent infiltrated her nose, settling in her heart as increasing rhythmic thumps of excitement. She breathed him in as she placed his cock against her cheek, kissing the base of his shaft. It twitched with every placement of her lips, pulsing in her hand as a sign of enjoyment. Still holding her hair, Rey loosened his grip, as she dragged her tongue from the base all the way up to the tip, resting her lips on it as she swirled around it, savoring the taste. Rey let out a soft groan, music to Saffron’s ears. She continued licking around his base, teasing him with her tongue. But like her, his mind slowly slipped away with every pass, and began to grow impatient. He tightened his grip on her hair again, throwing her back into the wall, with a gasp of excitement. Holding her still, he lined up his thick member with her mouth, and pressed against her lips. Offering little resistance to his advancement, her lips parted, and he filled up her mouth with his girth. Slowly, he began to thrust his hips.

“That’s it, let me fuck that pretty little mouth.” Saffron’s tongue flicked in wild directions at this new object occupying her mouth, savoring the taste of her man. His thrusts, nearly putting it in the back of her throat, made sparks fly both in her heart, and in her loins, starting up a fire again. She began to play with herself while slobbering on him, globs of saliva dripping out from her lips, as she sloppily kept up with his tempo. He moaned loudly as he fucked her, every thrust going deeper than the last, nearly down her throat. His breaths became quicker in tempo, and she felt him twitch and throb inside her, every pulse interpreted by her tongue and felt deep inside her sex, which was now wet again. She wanted him to cum, to erupt in her right this second, feeling his hot excitement ooze down her throat, savoring the taste of every ounce of him. Instead, he slid himself out from her, leaving her wanting more.

“Get up.” He commanded, hand pulling upward on her hair. She did as she was told, and was led to the kitchen table. He threw her on top, landing with a slap against the solid wood. She looked at him from between her legs, bare sex exposed to him. In the warm amber glow, she partly saw his face, a crazed but reserved look in his eye, hungry for her. He threw his shirt off, exposing his abdomen, and while the weight might’ve still been there, she saw his strength, his formed arms and chest, toned but not excessive. He grabbed hold of her thighs, and slid her to the edge of the table, putting her ankles over his broad shoulders. Adjusting himself with his hand, she felt his head prod her, eyes wide in anticipation. Slowly, and with a bit more force, he entered her, with her long sigh and his deep moan resonating off the candle lit walls.        

Feeling his rigid thickness fill her wet hole, Saffron let out a squeal of arousal. His thrusts hit her deep, legs still high in the air. She was unable to do anything as he slammed into her, ravaging her like an animal, filling her with every pump. Leaning forward, he brought himself closer to her, holding her face in his hand while he continued. The angle he had adjusted to, made him easily slide within her, already wet from her arousal, yet pound her deeper. Squeezing her cheeks as she gasped out moan after moan, he locked eyes with her, same crazed look in his eye.        

“You wanna be rough with me? Fine. Take it, take it like a good girl.” Every word slapped against her, holding her down with his weight. His growls and grunts, she had never before been taken this way by him, and feeling every forceful motion from him, how he held her down in this position, this mating press of two animals, it made her crave him even more, sending currents of hot passionate electricity down into her nethers, sparking with every plap of their hips. Clawing at his back, she bit down on his collar, marking him for later. The violent thrusts continued, but soon, as their eyes met once more, his hips began to feel more intimate, slowly but deeply claiming her. 

They rolled off of the table and onto the floor with a thud, and she landed on top of him. He held her tight, thrusting upwards into her, filling her from the bottom. He filled his hand with her thick rear, spreading it wide, and slapping it hard, sending a slight ripple through her cheek. She buried her face into his neck, his girth too much for her to handle at this point, the sensation fogging her brain. She gasped and yelled out to him, moaning his sweet name as she was filled. His breaths were getting close too, similar to the instance of him using her mouth earlier, and she knew exactly what was coming. Holding his face in her hands, the black stubble of his facial hair poked and prodded at her fingers, stabbing delightfully into her palm as their lips joined together. Parting to draw in a large breath, they looked at each other for the final time, lips embracing, tongues dancing inside of their mouths. With a mighty groan, Rey erupted inside of her. She was filled to the brim, coating her insides completely white, as his length twitched and throbbed. She felt it rise from the base of his shaft, rising through him and out his head, bursting forth, the white hot stickiness, provided all the additional stimulation she needed, tightening around him, leg beginning to shake uncontrollably, moaning out in a breathless cry of complete euphoria. Their lips connected once more as he thrusted a few more times, plunging his cum deep within her, making sure her tight hole would take every bit of it, though it dribbled out on her thigh. 

Collapsing in a fit of heat and exhaustion, they laid there together, still connected at their sex. She nestled into his chest, and he held her tight, kissing the top of her head. She looked up at him, a woozy, drunk smile. Their skin, wet from the sweat they had worked up, stuck to each other, like  He returned her smile, running his fingers through her hair.

“Thanks, princess. I needed that.” He leaned his head back onto the floor. Something caught him, metallic in it’s feel, pressing hard against the top of his hair. He removed the hand holding her to him, and felt around for the object, retrieving it and bringing it into view. It was hard to make out in the dim fire light, but he could visualize pointed jagged metal edges, connecting to a square head with three holes cut in the top. He smiled, holding the key in his hands, and returning to run his fingers through Saffron’s hair.

End

#romance #lewd #adult #literotica