SPICE AND FIRE (AN EROTIC COLLECTION) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

chapter 2My orgasm hit me like a wave crashing over fucking rocks. My whole body locked, back arching off the bed, mouth open in a silent scream that turned into a long, broken moan. My cunt convulsed hard around the vibrator, milking it in strong, rhythmic pulses. Pleasure detonated outward from my core, racing up my spine, down my thighs, exploding behind my eyes. My clit throbbed under my fingers as I kept rubbing through the peak, dragging every last spark out of it. Wetness flooded out of me, soaking the toy, my hand, the sheets beneath me. I could feel it dripping down the crease of my ass.I kept coming. Wave after wave. The vibrator still on high, still buried deep, still hammering that spot while my fingers worked my oversensitive clit. Each pulse made me cry out again, voice cracking. My thighs trembled so hard they cramped. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes from the intensity. I was shaking, gasping, moaning without pause.When the strongest waves finally began to ease

Chapter 4I grabbed his shoulders for balance, hips rocking against his hand. He fucked me with his fingers the way I had fucked myself—deep, curling, searching for that spot—and found it immediately. My moan turned into a cry. He leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, teeth grazing just enough to sting.“I could hear every stroke,” he said against my breast, fingers still working inside me. “Every time you turned that vibrator up. Every time you came. I was hard the whole time, listening to you ruin yourself.”The confession made fresh wetness spill around his fingers. He pulled them out, shiny, and brought them to my mouth. I opened without being told and sucked them clean, tasting myself on his skin. His eyes went almost black.Then he was pushing me back onto the bed, onto the same damp sheets. He stripped off his shirt, then shoved his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free—thick, hard, already leaking at the tip. I reached for it, wrapping my hand around the

Chapter 2He didn’t give her time to finish. He leaned in and kissed her like he’d been thinking about it for months—hard, open-mouthed, all the frustration and heat pouring out at once. She made a sound against his mouth that might have been protest or encouragement; either way her lips parted and her tongue met his with equal aggression. Her hands twisted free of his grip only so she could fist them in the front of his shirt and yank him closer.Teeth scraped. He bit her lower lip and she gasped, then bit him back. The taste of her was sharp and sweet and addictive. He crowded her against the table until there was no space left between them, his thigh sliding between hers. The pencil skirt rode higher. He could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of his trousers.Maya’s hands were everywhere—pushing at his chest, then pulling him in, sliding under his shirt to drag her nails up his bare back. He hissed at the sting and ground his hips forward, letting her feel exactly how h

Chapter 4He gave her what she silently asked for—snapping his hips harder, the force of it rocking her on the table. One hand slid under her ass, tilting her hips so he could drive even deeper. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the quiet room. Every time he bottomed out she made a small, helpless noise that went straight to his cock.Maya’s blouse was still half-buttoned. He shoved the fabric aside roughly, yanked the cup of her bra down, and closed his mouth over one breast. He sucked hard, tongue flicking the tightened nipple while he kept fucking her in that same relentless rhythm. Her back arched. One of her hands flew to the back of his head, holding him there.“Fuck—James—”He switched to the other breast, biting lightly before soothing with his tongue. His free hand found her clit again, rubbing tight circles in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation pushed her rapidly toward another peak. Her walls started fluttering around him. Her breathing turned sharp and

Chapter 1I was already wet when I walked into the clinic.Not just a little damp. The kind of wet that makes your underwear stick to you and reminds you every time you shift in the chair that you haven’t been touched by anyone in months. Actual months. No sex, no oral, no fingers that weren’t my own, and even those had started feeling pointless. I’d rub myself for ten minutes, get close, then go soft and frustrated and give up. My body felt like it was permanently switched on and no one was doing anything about it.The waiting room was quiet. A couple of other women scrolling on their phones. I kept my legs crossed tight and tried not to think about how long it had been since something was inside me that wasn’t a tampon.When the nurse called my name I stood up too fast. My heart was already doing that stupid nervous flutter it does before any kind of exam, but this one felt worse. New doctor. My regular one had retired and they’d just handed me over to whoever was free. I didn’t ev