Title: Forbidden Fantasies
Summary: Some fantasies are forbidden… or are they? AU, BxG, PWP.
A/N: The BwenSmut writing spree continues… :D
1. B&G pics from Comics-Toon (dot) com
2. Quimbelork's story "I Think I'm Gay." (Sorry, Q!)
Gwen closed her eyes for a moment, basking in the warm rays of sunlight. All was quiet and still in the secluded cove.
She looked over to the man next to her and realized that he had fallen asleep.
He must be exhausted, she thought.
They'd been having a picnic near the fishing rock, and now they were lying on the blanket, pleasantly tired after an afternoon of swimming and sunbathing.
She studied him carefully. He looked so peaceful in his sleep.
Gwen braced herself on one elbow, admiring his chiseled physique. She wanted to make full use of this opportunity to look her fill. He was built like a Greek god. Bulging biceps, broad shoulders, toned chest… Her gaze trailed lower to his well-defined abs and muscular legs. He was clad in nothing but swim trunks, and they left little to the imagination.
What would it be like to feel his sleek, hard-muscled body under her fingertips? She was so tempted to find out.
She glanced around. There was no one else around. They rarely had this kind of privacy together. It was now or never.
Furtively, she laid her hand on his arm.
He didn't stir.
Holding her breath, she gently ran her fingers along his well-developed bicep to his shoulder, then tenderly traced the contours of his face.
He still didn't move.
The temptation was too great to resist. She caressed his muscular chest, then slid her hand lower. She wanted to feel all of him, skin to skin…
Did she dare?
He was fast asleep, and she knew he wouldn't awaken easily. He was a sound sleeper.
Emboldened, she sat up and carefully pulled down his swim trunks.
Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him. He was magnificent. She'd never seen from a naked man before, but he seemed extremely well-endowed.
But she wanted to do more than just look. She laid her hand on his thigh and inched slowly upward until she could wrap her fingers around his length.
Bending down, she gently rubbed the head of his cock along her lips, licking the drop of moisture at the tip and savoring the taste of him, so male and virile…
As her confidence grew, she made increasingly bold forays with her tongue, then parted her lips and took him into her mouth.
It only made her want more.
Gathering her courage, she slowly unfastened the ties of her bikini. After taking a deep breath, she gingerly straddled him.
His eyes were unfocused as he slowly came awake. She saw the confusion in his expression as it registered that she was sitting astride him, completely naked.
He froze in shock as he suddenly realized that he was naked too.
She felt reckless. Without stopping to think about the consequences, she grasped his hard cock and guided him to her entrance. He groaned as she plunged down on him, her slick, wet heat engulfing his manhood.
He was definitely awake now.
She reveled in the raw hunger in his eyes. It made her feel giddy, knowing that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
She arched her back, thrusting her chest out for his perusal. He propped himself up on his elbows to suckle at her succulent breasts.
As she bounced up and down on him with great enthusiasm, the pleasure intensified.
Her movements became more erratic as she approached climax. She could feel it building, she was so close… she could feel it… she was almost there…
…when a knock at the door shattered her erotic fantasies.
Cursing, Gwen straightened her clothes and ran to answer it.
(To be continued in Chapter 2…)