I had been skinny dipping but was basking on a warm boulder overlooking the stream I had hiked to in the state park. Never expecting to experience truly magical sex.
When a shadow fell over my body. He was over six feet tall and with the sun behind look like a black ghost.
When he spoke, his voice was deep and rumbling, and very pleasant.
“Are you a nymph?” he asked, chuckling. “Risen, seductive and wet from the waters?”
I couldn’t do more than stare, still. He walked closer to me and knelt so that his head was level with mine.
“‘It’s said that to catch a nymph is luck, but to lie with one means death. Your beauty does bewitch a man’s loins, though.”
There seemed to be some sort of message in his eyes and my body was answering, oh god, was it answering.
My train of thought derailed. My breath caught in my throat as he stood before me, naked and strong, his intentions clear.
Glancing up, he caught my eyes and smiled as I blushed.
“A shy member of the folk,” he chuckled. “Well, I think I’ll just have me a wee bit of a swim here with you if that be fine?”
I nodded, still unable to speak. I had barely heard what he had called me, and slowly it dawned…
He thought I was one of the faerie folk! He thought I was a nymph, a water nymph most likely.
His eyes followed my gaze to that part of him which stood out stiff and long from his loins, then he caught my eyes in his again.
“A hungry nymph, are ye? Well, I think a wee bit of a swim first, then we’ll discuss other matters.” He walked up onto the rock by me and then down into the water. Once in he called to me,
“Jump, nymph! And I’ll catch ye!”
It was as if I were under a spell, jumping landing in his arms. A bit harder than either of us intended, knocking him back into the shallow water.
We landed in a tangled heap, me on his lap feeling his hardness against the softness of my bottom.
He was staring at me again, and before I could react he had pinned my shoulders beneath his hands and claimed my mouth for a kiss.
His lips moved against mine with a deep hunger, and my lips parted automatically to allow his tongue entrance.
I moaned against his mouth and felt him grow harder beneath me if that were possible. When are lips finally broke apart, he growled huskily,
“If to lie with a nymph is death, then ’tis a death I gladly welcome!”
His lips were on mine again so quickly, and one hand slid down to capture my breast.
His hands weren’t as rough as I expected as they tantalized each nipple. As his fingers rolled the tender nubs to hard points, his thumbs teasing the tips.
Then I felt his mouth leave mine to trail a fiery path down the edge of my throat to the hollow at the base of my neck, then finally to my breasts.
My hands came up and my fingers entwined in his hair and I guided his head until he caught one nipple between his teeth.
The sensation was ecstasy!
I moaned, sliding my hips against his, the feel of the water lapping over us adding to the sensation. His mouth still locked to my breast, suckling deep.
His hands began to caress the rest of my body as his mouth continued to play havoc with my senses. Tasting first one nipple, then the other, then back again.
His hands slid over the curve of my waist, down across my smooth buttocks to caress the shape of my ass. But then forward until they found my warm slit, fiery to the touch.
He slid one finger deep inside me, and I moved against it. He lifted his mouth back to mine.
And with one hand on my breast, he slid his other finger deeper, while the thumb of the hand caressed the throbbing nodule of my desire.
My hips moved against his hand, and I moaned my pleasure as he thrust his fingers deeper and deeper. I was about to go over the edge when he took his fingers from me.
I think I cried out.
But the loss wasn’t for long as he lifted my hips and settled me gently against his throbbing member.
He positioned me carefully and I slid down, feeling him hard and thick, filling me until I thought I would split.
We stayed still for a moment, our hands caressing each other’s bodies. Our tongues fencing within our mouths.
Then slowly, oh so slowly, we began to move.
He slid in and out, deeper with every thrust. I could feel myself grow damper, and I know I moaned and whimpered with pleasure.
His fingers slipped between us, caressing that nodule until I suddenly felt spasms of pleasure wash over me, out of me. And I cried out with delight at the intensity.
As I started to come, I felt his arms stiffen around me as he thrust deep, and felt the warmth of his juices within me.
We looked at each other, and he commented softly, “‘Tis death to lay with a nymph for she exhausts you. Unless you are Fay yourself”
I laughed as he picked me up and carried me back to the rock, lay me down. Still, I had not said a word. Stretching, I drifted to sleep instantly.
My body still hummed with the magical sex we shared when I woke. The only sign I ever had that he was real, is my son who looks identical to the man I shared some truly magical sex with.
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