Forest Romances

Athena and Eric (f/m)

Athena and Eric. Two names etched in the sands of time, their love story as old as the forest they wandered in. But in this moment, they were just two people, lying on a soft patch of moss, the sunlight filtering through the canopy above, casting dappled shadows on their entwined bodies. Athena lay on her back, her long, dark hair spread out like a halo around her head, while Eric propped himself up on one elbow, gazing down at her with those eyes that always seemed to hold a thousand secrets. They hadn't spoken for what felt like hours, content to simply bask in each other's presence, breathing in the sweet, earthy scent of the forest that surrounded them.

"You know," Athena began, her voice barely above a whisper, "I've always wondered what it would be like to make love to you in the water." Her words hung in the air, weighted with a longing that was both intense and achingly beautiful. Eric's breath hitched, his gaze flickering down to where their bodies were pressed together, before slowly rising back up to meet hers.

"It's a lovely thought," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "But I don't think there's anywhere in the forest deep enough for that." Athena's heart sank at his words, but then he reached out and trailed a finger down her cheek, cupping her jaw in his hand. "Unless..." he continued, his voice growing softer still, "we made our own little pond." With a playful grin, he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, their kiss soft and gentle at first, before growing more urgent and demanding.

Athena felt herself melting into him, her body pressed against his, their hearts racing in tandem. She could feel the hardness of his chest beneath her palms as she clutched at his shirt, the muscles in his arms flexing as he held her close. His lips trailed down her neck, his breath hot against her skin, sending shivers of desire coursing through her. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against him, and moaned softly as he suckled at her collarbone.

"Tell me where, my love," he whispered hoarsely, "and I'll make it happen." His fingers danced across her skin, tracing patterns that sent sparks of pleasure through her. She closed her eyes, imagining the feel of water against her skin, the weight of him holding her down as they made love in their own private pond. The image was intoxicating, and she found herself growing wet at the thought.

"Here," she breathed, tracing a line down his chest with her fingertip. "Right here." She could feel the muscles in his abdomen tense as she moved, and she knew that he was as aroused as she was. His response only served to fuel her desire, and she arched her back, pressing her breasts against his hand. "You could dig a pit, maybe, and line it with leaves..." she murmured, her voice dreamy. "And we could... we could make love in it."

Her words seemed to ignite something inside him, and with a groan, he rolled over, pinning her to the ground. The moss was soft beneath her, and she felt his hardness pressing against her, teasing her. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, stroking her stomach, and she threw her head back, moaning at the pleasure that coursed through her. His lips found hers once more, and their kiss deepened, becoming more urgent.

Athena arched her back, feeling the need to be closer, to be deeper inside of him. She ran her hands up his chest, tangling in his hair, and cried out as he thrust against her, his hips moving in a rhythm that was both familiar and exhilarating. The air around them seemed to hum with energy, as if the forest itself was alive with their passion.

"I want this," she gasped, her fingernails scoring lightly against his shoulders. "I want you, Eric. I want us to make a pond, and I want to dive into it with you, and feel you inside me." Her words were breathless, her body moving in time with his.

He groaned, his thrusts growing deeper and harder, his hips slapping against hers. "God, yes," he muttered, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. "I want that too." His hand left her breast, only to slip between them, finding her wet and ready. He thrust two fingers inside her, curling them as he pressed against her G-spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

Athena arched her back off the ground, crying out in ecstasy as their lovemaking became more frantic. She wrapped her legs around him, feeling the heat of his skin against hers, and the hardness of him inside her. The world seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of them and their need for each other.

Eric's fingers moved faster, finding her pleasure again and again, his lips trailing across her shoulder, her neck, her breasts. She moaned his name, her body tingling with the sensation of being so close, and yet knowing there was still so much more to come.

Their lovemaking became a dance, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony, their breaths mingling in the air between them. The moss beneath them was soft and yielding, and she imagined it as the bottom of a pond, their private world where they could lose themselves in each other.

Eric's fingers found her again, thrusting deep inside her, his other hand fisting in her hair, holding her still as he claimed her. His hips moved faster, harder, his erection rubbing against her, teasing her sensitive nerves. Athena arched her back, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure built inside her. She could feel the tension coiling tight, ready to snap, and with a cry of release, she came, her body convulsing around him.

He followed her over the edge, his body tensing as he emptied himself into her, his breath sawing in and out of his lungs. For a moment, they lay there, panting, their hearts racing. The air was thick with the scent of their sweat and the rich, loamy smell of the forest floor. The moss beneath them was slick with their combined wetness, and Athena felt the warmth of Eric's skin against hers.

She ran her fingers through his hair, marveling at the way the strands stuck to her fingertips. "We're going to have to find a pond soon," she whispered, smiling up at him. "I'm afraid I'm not as self-controlled as I should be when we're like this."