I see you across the room and my eyes shy to the floor. You are the book I have tried over and over to read, but I never quite find the time to finish. Yet, here we stand. I never know exactly what to say to you. But, I want to read your pages..
Your cover is a soft tan and made of rugged leather. I touch you and trace your spine, as I turn you around to read your text. As I flip you open, I stop for a moment to admire your dedication. I love that people can inspire other people to make brilliant works of art. You have been signed many, many times and will likely be loved for many more years to come. Not all of your pages are filled, but the ones that are, they are inspiring. I turn the page and a sentence takes my breath away. You sweep me into a completely different world..
My favorite time to read you, is at night. I open your pages and kiss you.. I listen to your words and you enrapture me. We lie together all night long, neither sleeping.. My hot breath grazes your skin, as first I lick my fingers and then turn your pages. Every plotted twist and turn, you leave me wanting more. I grip your spine and wait for the ending to the story. I love reading you. I long for more and more.
Your lips touch mine as you grip me tight. Our bodies are entwined into one and we keep finding ourselves permanently twisted together. Your words butter me up and your kisses send me soaring through the roof. Suddenly this is no longer about a book and this is our story.
I launch at the sensation of you, teasing me, touching me, kissing me. You pull the hair at the nape of my neck and kiss with perfect precision. I can feel you inside me with your fingertips. Probing softly, firmly, and deeply. My body arches into you and I give way to your warmth and the pressure of your hand. I let out a sigh and fall to pieces. I pick my self up and shake myself off, finding my favorite page of you and reading you until the climax of your story. The hinges of your book are so strong. I finger your pages and count your page numbers. I grasp you with my hand and you let out a pleasurable sigh. I make love to you. I want you.
You grab me by the shoulders, pull me up, then push and follow me to the ground. I feel your weight upon my back and I spread my legs for you and you move with me from behind. I feel you come into me. Your hand wraps around the hair at the base of my neck. With every thrust you lean into me and I can feel your hot breath as you breathe into my ear. Every part of my body yearns for you. With that you spin me facing you and I find myself pinned between you and the floor. From this view, my hands are free to explore and I am inviting you in. My legs open for you and I can feel you as you rest your hips on mine.
Nothing but the thought of you and how much I want to feel you inside me is in my head. We move like waves crashing on a distant shore. My legs encircle you and I move into you. You start going slower, but deeper. With every pulse, my body bulges with more pleasure than it can hold. As you start to go faster I take my hand and start fingering my own self. Quickly we are both full of intensely pleasurable sensations, ready to explode. We let go and fall into each other, pulsing. I kiss you and a bead of your sweat lands on my forehead and we laugh.. We are both breathing heavily, but still very much turned on..
Suddenly, I awake, laying in an old hammock and laid open in my lap is a book. I look around, the trees are humming melodically with the wind, but there is not a soul in sight. I make myself a little bit “more comfortable”, waiting for you. I will you to appear and finally there you are, your silhouette cresting over the nearby hill. Just in time for a story…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/4ceaoi/f_str_the_book_our_story