Romans & histoires Best Sex Scenes In Books

I break off, flushing with heat. His eyes darken. "Sex scene?" My throat tightens, making it impossible to swallow. "I was going to say it." He leans back, resting his hands behind his head. "I suppose your right, but don't you ever read it and want them to just get to it already, that it's obvious they want each other." "Didn't know you read romance." My accusatory tone makes him smile. The thought of Hale laying in his bed with this particular book open, reading through the graphic scene makes my toes curl.

I always thought the hot sex scenes were only in my dirty books, but with a mate like Matteo I get the live action version of my books. I can feel myself close to my orgasim as I move my hips to Matteo’s fingers rhythm. I can tell Matteo is also close to his release and I have a feeling this is only round one of the evening. My walls clench around Matteo’s cock as I moan into our wild kisses. Matteo finds his release shortly after me. We settle for a moment catching our breaths.

I’d need them to feel it, too… It was another prayer I’d been holding tight for weeks. A prayer that would soon be answered, one way or the other. We fucked almost all night long. Rosie was insatiable as the emotions flowed as well as the filth. She begged and whimpered just the way I’d captured in the novel, wanting more, more, more as I turned her into an angelic little slut before my eyes. We enacted scenes, flowing one into the other. From the sofa, to the shower, to the bedroom. Ropes, and marker pens, and the pulling of beads from her asshole so slowly that it drove her wild. I came inside her sweet cunt three times over, filling her up through the night. I licked her clean, and she fi

I am a little surprised when I find the small book I was reading that had nothing to do with how things were run or how one is to act when living the Royal life. I re-read the last few pages that describe an intimate scene between two human lovers and wonder again if the Master will want me to do any of the things described in there. I then read on a few more chapters coming to another scene. This one described even more different ways for a female to pleasure a male and for a male to pleasure a female. When I hear the door, I quickly close the book and move over to the door leading to my cell. I slip inside and wait to see who it is. I relax a little when I hear Ali's soft voice.

I unintentionally pushed my lower lip into my mouth as I watched him round the desk, stop in front of me, and lower himself to my eye level. “Is s-something wrong?” I rasped as my breathing came out ragged. It felt like the air had thinned out with how close his face was to mine. “Yes,” he deadpanned. “You're the problem.” “What did I—?” Xander grabbed one of my boobs through my thin white shirt squeezing my nipple. My face contured with need as my head fell back. He pushed me back against the chair and I grabbed the handles. I swallowed, excitement building in my stomach. I rubbed my thighs together to create friction for my throbbing pussy.

I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.

I’ve never once tripped over him. “Why, hello to you too.” Lucas looks back down at the book. “Have you read this one? I find this passage very exhilarating.” His voice is slow and breathy, and if I didn’t like books so much, I’d pull it from his cold, dead hands and hit him over the top of the head with it. “I haven’t yet, but if you’re going to crack the spine, you better be buying it.” “Yet? Then I will buy it and will think of you when I finish this sex scene.” He flips the page. “You know, I’ve heard women complain that sex in real life is never as good as it is in books. Obviously, they’ve never been fucked by a vampire.”

“But I think we need to slow down a little and try something new together. Something I’ve been wanting to do with you.” She reached for the remote and turned on the large TV in their bedroom. She opened a hidden folder and selected a video. The screen lit up with two gorgeous women locked in an intense scissoring position — their pussies pressed tightly together, sliding and grinding in slow, wet circles. Their moans were loud, breathy, and real. One woman was on top, rolling her hips in perfect figure-eights while the other arched her back and gripped her thighs, their swollen clits rubbing visibly with every slippery movement.

I moaned into his mouth, my hands sliding down to grasp his belt, pulling him closer until I could feel the hard, thick ridge of his cock pressing against my stomach. He broke the kiss, his breath hot against my lips. "You look like you've been badly behaved, Delilah. Your eyes are glazed, your chest is heaving... you're practically vibrating." He slid his hand down my back, gripping my ass and hoisting me up. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, the sheer silk of my slip bunching up around my hips. As I pressed myself against him, I felt the wetness of my pussy soak through the thin fabric, transferring the slickness of Richard's seed onto Ethan's trousers.

You must read, so you'll know what we know. Loving books as she did, Madeleine had soon forgotten her disappointment. The private library was a wondrous hoard of knowledge, and as arousing in its way as the long, shared hours of yesterday. Each book was a classic of pornography. As she read — and read and read and read - Madeleine soon grew both learned and fevered. Every picture seemed to remind her of the touch of Delrina’s lips, or the way Laurelina’s fingertips could seek out, and find, the most discreet and receptive of pleasure-nodes, then tantalise them to the very edge of madness. Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat.