Best Sapphic Romance Books Novels & Stories

A forbidden encounter unfolds in the school library as Finn, the charismatic jock, and Shasha, the reserved nerd, gives in to their desires during a storm. Their passionate and explicit tryst explores themes of dominance, surrender, and unbridled lust. ******************************** The rain hammered against the library windows, its fury echoing the storm brewing between Finn and Shasha. The school library, usually a sanctuary of quiet study, had become their private arena, the shelves of books mere spectators to the raw, unbridled desire unfolding between them.

The double penetration, the fullness in my mouth and cunt, the way they moved together, it was intense. I was dripping and soaked and my own arousal leaked down my thighs. Devon pulled out, his cock glistening with my spit. He leaned forward, pushing my dress down to bare my breasts. “Now for these,” he said, and his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard as his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. I cried out, the sound muffled against nothing. Hans seized the moment and kissed me. I kissed him back, drawing his lower lip between mine as he bit gently into my upper lip. The sensation doubled. Mitch fucking my cunt, Devon sucking my tits and Hans kissing me.

I bit my lip to silence a moan, my hips rolling instinctively against Tristan's. Tristan groaned, making my reaction for desire. "There you are," he murmured, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts. His thumbs brushed over my hardened nipples and I arched into his touch, my mind still lost in fantasies of another man. "F*ck, you're responsive tonight," His voice was rough.

A smile found my lips in the dark behind my closed eyes. Subtle. Secretive. Belonging to no one but me. I was no longer just Georgia Mason, the flawless acquisition, the diamond princess preserved and displayed and maintained to someone else's precise specifications. I had become something else tonight under a bookstore awning in the rain. Something dangerous. Something that had remembered, in the press of warm hands and a mouth that meant what it did, that it was free. She left the water on the marble. The small rebellions are where it starts. -- J

Lauren brought her to the edge, then eased off, kissing her inner thighs until Sophie was whimpering with need. “Not yet,” Lauren whispered. “I want to feel you.” She moved up, positioning herself so their pussies pressed together. She started scissoring , slow, sensual rolls of her hips, their wet folds sliding against each other, clits rubbing with every movement. Sophie’s hands gripped Lauren’s hips, pulling her closer. The friction built , hot, slick, perfect. Lauren leaned down, kissing her deeply while they moved together. “You feel so good,” Lauren breathed. “Such a sweet girl for me.”

"Maybe so. But seriously, John. Is sex always this good for you? Cause it wasn't for me. You're honestly the best I've had, and I can't see anyone being better than this." That made your chest swell with some pride. "Honestly, no. It's never been like this. I don't know what it is, Gem. Maybe it's you and Sabrina, or the confidence you both give me. Or maybe it's something else." "I won't try and get you to say I'm the best you've ever had," Gemma said, turning back and kissing your cheek. "I know Sabrina and I together have to be at least half again as good as one of us."

Goosebumps immediately rushed my skin and my nipples stiffened through the yellow fabric of my bra. “He let your fine ass come out alone to play? Brave man. That’s what’s up...” I bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste her flesh becoming metallic. “Hmm. He did.” “So, do you want to play, lady? Because I’d love to play with you.” I took some deep breaths. If I was going to do this, this man seemed like the right guy to do it with. He was beautiful, with a beautiful dick to match. I was sure that he could fuck me until I saw stars.

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

Carina lay in bed, her body already aroused from the hours she had spent reading the erotic novel she had recently brought. Feeling the dampness between her thighs as she read the passionate sex between the leads, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan imagining what it would be like to be the female lead. She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole.

Sandy said and started to roll her hips, grinding my cock. I moaned and cursed when she cupped her breasts and tilted her head back while she grinded harder. I dug my blunt nails into her thigh as her tempo increased. My cock was harder than ever, begging to be released out of the confinement of the robe. It wanted to feel her insides, to be one with the place it now called home. Sandy was trying to kill me, and I loved it. “Oh, so good,” she moaned and leaned forward with her hands now resting on my chest.