Listen to our user submitted adult bed time story xxx, AI-narrated erotic story: Taking It Slow
Submitted by Sinead5678, I’ve had my eye on Ewan for months now. There’s just something about him that draws me in—the way he smiles, the sparkle in his eye, the deep, rumbling sound of his laugh. But we’ve been taking things slow, getting to know each other before we take that next step. I’ve had my fair share of terrible relationships like everyone has, but without going into detail, I’ll just say the last relationship I had made me doubt my confidence, body image, and really made me lose a part of myself in the process, so I wanted to take things slowly.
Ewan invites himself over to my place for dinner one night. I’m thrilled. I spend hours cooking and cleaning, making sure everything is perfect. When he arrives, looking handsome as ever in a button-down shirt and dark jeans, I can barely contain my excitement. We eat and chat, the conversation flowing easily between us. I can feel the tension building, the chemistry crackling in the air. It’s like we’re both drawn to each other, unable to resist the pull any longer.
After dinner, we move to the couch, cuddling close as we watch a movie. His arm is around me, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin. I can feel my heart racing, my breath coming faster. I want him so badly, but I don’t know if I’m ready to take that next step. As if reading my mind, Ewan leans in close, his lips brushing against my ear. “Sinead,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. “I want you. I want to touch you, taste you, make you feel good.” I shiver at his words, my pussy clenching with desire. “I want that too,” I whisper back, turning to face him. “But I’m not sure I’m ready for sex yet. Can we take things slow?”
He smiles, cupping my face in his hand. “Of course,” he says softly. “We’ll go at your pace. But I think there are other ways we can still have some fun if you’re up for it.” I nod, curious and excited. He takes my hand, leading me upstairs to my bedroom. Once there, he sits on the edge of the bed, pulling me down onto his lap. “Show me how you like to be touched,” he whispers, his hands sliding up my thighs. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself.”
I hesitate for a moment, unsure. But the look in his eyes, the heat and desire burning there, spurs me on. I stand up, slowly unbuttoning my blouse to reveal the lacy bra underneath. His eyes follow my every movement, darkening with lust. I unzip my skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving me in just my bra and panties. Ewan’s hands fist in the sheets, his breath coming faster as he watches me. I reach behind my back, unclasping my bra and letting it fall away. My breasts bounce free, nipples hard and aching for his touch. I hook my thumbs in my panties, slowly sliding them down my legs. I kick them aside, standing before him naked and vulnerable. He drinks in the sight of me, his eyes roaming over every inch of my body. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he groans, his voice rough with desire. “Touch yourself for me, Sinead. Show me how you like it.”
I obey, lying back on the bed and spreading my legs wide. My fingers find my clit, rubbing slow circles over the sensitive nub. I gasp at the first touch, my hips bucking up off the bed. “That’s it,” Ewan murmurs, his hands sliding down to palm his hard cock through his jeans. “Rub that pretty little pussy for me. Get it nice and wet.” I moan, obeying his command. My fingers dip lower, sliding through my slick folds and finding my entrance. I circle it teasingly, dipping inside just a little before pulling back out. Ewan groans, his hand moving faster over his cock. “Put your fingers inside,” he demands, his voice strained with desire. “Fuck yourself with them, nice and deep.”
I do as he says, sliding two fingers inside my tight heat. I curl them just right, hitting that sweet spot that makes me see stars. I pump them in and out, faster and harder, my other hand rubbing frantically at my clit. “That’s it,” Ewan pants, his eyes glued to my pussy as I finger myself. “Get yourself off for me. Come all over those pretty fingers.” His words send me over the edge. I come with a scream, my pussy clamping down around my fingers as I gush all over them. Ewan groans, his hips thrusting up into his hand as he chases his own release.
When we’re both done, we lay still on the bed, panting and spent. Ewan pulls me into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “That was incredible,” he murmurs, stroking my hair. “I’ve never seen anything so hot in my life.” I smile, nestling into his chest. “Me neither,” I admit. “I never thought something like that could feel so good. And I tell you what, two years later, with full penetrative sex happening regularly, this night was still one of the hottest things I’ve ever done. Sometimes it’s the idea of something that makes it sexy rather than the action.”
