I want to fuck her more than I’ve ever fucked anyone.
I wanna try everything.
Just the way she looks at me, I can tell she’s not ready to let me take her, but that’s okay.
I’ll wait.
For now.
I rub my thumb over her swollen clit.
A sharp gasp of pleasure escapes her lips as she shudders in my arms.
She reaches up and runs her fingers through my hair, then shoves her hand into my collar, rubbing my n**ples.
I lean my head down to her ear.
“That’s what I’m talking about, pumpkin.
That’s what I’m talking about.”
I don’t know how long we just stay like that.
Our bodies become wet with sweat.
I run my hand up her side, then over her breast, grazing the tip of her nipple with my thumb.
My dick is begging for her touch.
Her breathing becomes faster and faster and her n**ples get even harder.
All the while, my hand moves up and down her back, not able to go any higher.
When she starts rocking her h*ps up and down, getting closer and closer to the edge, I slide my finger into her.
She lifts her h*ps up and I cover her hand with mine, then press it against her mouth so she can’t touch herself.
She whimpers, but I don’t let up.
“We don’t have to make a noise.”
She shakes her head against my hand.
I pull my finger out, then run my tongue across her tender nipple.
She moans, then bites down on my lip.
The way she lets out a low, slow moan, with her eyes closed and a drop of sweat sliding down her face, and everything else but her body and the sheets disappearing, makes me want to suck on that lip.
I pull her hand away from her mouth, then slide my other hand underneath her shirt.
Her breathing accelerates when my hand moves across her stomach.
She tilts her head back and I slip my finger under her bra.
She gasps when I find her nipple.
“Suck on it,” I order, then push her shoulder back down.
Her breath catches and her eyes flick open.
She licks her lips and reaches between us to push my boxers down.
She leans forward and kisses me once, before sliding her tongue into my mouth.
I squeeze her thigh with both hands.
“Do you want me inside you?”
Her eyes burn into mine.
“Yes.”
She makes the same noise she made on the balcony a few minutes ago.
I lick my lips and move my mouth over hers.
I hook my fingers underneath the waistband of her panties, then push them down.
She holds my head in her hands, forcing it up until her lips are no longer touching mine.
I lower myself, then bury my face in her neck and kiss her.
I don’t want to get too close to her.
It’ll scare me off.
“Wait.”
I kiss the side of her neck and whisper, “Just a minute.
I want to make sure you want me.”
She smiles against my neck and moans when my fingers make their way inside her.
“Oh my God.”
I pull my fingers out and lift my head.
“That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said.”
“I should stop.
I don’t want you to stop.”
I stroke my hands up her sides, then take her bra strap in my teeth.
“Not until you tell me that you want me.”
I kiss her lips again and then press my forehead to hers.
I move the fabric away from her br**sts.
“All right.
I want you so bad.”
I take her nipple into my mouth and circle it with my tongue.
She whimpers.
I squeeze her thigh, then pull her leg up and over mine.
I put my hand between her legs and rub her cl*t with my thumb.
“Don’t move,” I tell her, even though it’s not necessary.
She keeps her leg up and her gaze locked with mine.
Her breathing is erratic.
“I’m going to put my finger inside you.
I don’t want you to stop me.”
I put my finger inside her.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes.”
“What else does it feel good to you?”
I kiss the side of her neck and pull her lip with my teeth.
“It feels good when you say the words ‘good’ and ‘so.’
It makes my breath catch.”
Her lips part and I move my finger in and out.
“But what else does it feel good to you?”
“What?”
she whispers, her eyes searching mine.
“When you feel me inside of you.”
Her lips part and she brings her knees up, then brings her hands to my shoulders.
“I-I’m sorry.
I just want to feel you.
I want you inside of me so bad.”
I take my finger out of her and slide my hand up her thigh, under her shirt, until I’m touching her.
“I want to give you this.”
I kiss her lips.
“Not yet,” she says.
I pull her shirt off and look down.
“Do you have any panties on?”
“No.”
I slide my finger between her wet folds.
“What do you feel?”
“Oh, God, Braxton,” she whispers.
She’s breathing so hard I’m afraid she’s going to pass out.
I press my finger against her clit and stroke her.
“What else does it feel like?”
I kiss her on the cheek, then the side of her neck, then down to her collarbone.
I kiss her sternum and she presses her chest against me, trying to get closer.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/riw3i6/an_ai_generated_storyits_get_weird
Not as weird as I expected it to be, lol
If AI can write as well as that, in five years they could put us out of a job.
Thanks random AI for writing it, and thank you, writer, for sharing it, lol