Letting the last of the wine spill on the grass, I lie down, running my fingers through your hair and staring into your eyes as I shuffle in closer, settling into a companionable silence. Your loose summer dress slides up as your leg as you shift inwards, sighing contentedly.
The long grass sways in the breeze as the sun begins to dip, lengthening the shadows around us as you feel my hand on your leg moving upwards, gently as first and then firmly as I move over you, kissing the inside of your neck and sliding your dress straps over your shoulders. I pass my tongue over your nipple feeling it harden in my mouth as I rub. First one, then then the other as you drop your empty wine glass and sigh again.
Now, I’m feeling confident that it’s time to slide your dress up and press my tongue hard onto your clitoris, keeping a steady rhythm with my tongue, you feel two fingers sliding in, waiting for the first contraction. Which comes, now, uncontrollably. You feel my fingers explore a little and start rubbing on your g-spot. Another contraction washes over you as you cry out, loudly this time.
Instinctively, you move around, feeling me slide in from behind, filling you up as I start to move, slowly and first and then quickly, hard and loud now, a warm sticky mess.
“Just one thing?”
You ask, tasting me with your fingers.
“Yes?”
“Whats your name?”
“Let’s not rush into anything…”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c55nss/warm_summer_picnic_mf