Deep Seductive Poems Novels & Stories

It definitely arouse me harder. I groan sexually. Her body alone performs wonders. Am yet in but ejaculation is threatened. She really is a seductive bitch. She's irresistible to no man. She can pull us all. Good thing she's mine. All mine!. I again press her harder. I need feel her body. All of her. Her edge's abd all bouncy curves. I crave them all. I press my ass on her naked ass. I continually squeeze it. I feel it's every succulence.

He pressed me against the wall, kissed me deep, slow, hand sliding up my thigh through the slit. The elevator dinged. Penthouse floor. We stumbled into the suite, door slamming, gown already slipping off one shoulder. He backed me toward the bed, eyes burning. “Yearning enough?” he asked, voice rough. I pulled him down on top of me. “More than enough.”

It was tender and passionate-a poem without words. I closed my eyes and relished how different this felt from the havoc he'd wreaked on my body not long ago. When I felt his thick manhood slide slowly into me, my eyes opened to find the connection I'd needed to see in the mirror earlier. Our souls danced to a rhythm and created choreography all their own. Sublime-a high after a crashing low-the mania that was my life. We shared the silence as though conversation filled it. Our bodies rocked and swayed together-transcendent and serene. We reached the apex together and quietly panted our release.

His hand sled futher down my body, feeling every inch of me and it grabbed my ass cheek in a firm grip. YES! I've been dreaming about his hands exploring my body for more than a freaking decade! More. I want more! His tongue had just bitten down on my lower lip, giving me just a smidge of pain. Huh...who knew? Pain could be a turn-on...cause....I wanted more of that. MUCH more of that!

He lowered his body and pinned me on the big, soft bed. With the moonlight shining through the window, we muttered to each other as lovers. Then, our breath gradually became one.

She smiled teasingly at him, the whole while not knowing that this was her last night to live! He returned her smile as he allowed her body to grind on his. He hadn't realized that the floor started to become cramped with the amount of bodies grinding on one another. It almost reminded him of an orgy but without all the sex involved. Anticipation stained the air on the dance floor and it just kept feeding his own sadistic fantasies of what he was going to do to Sierra and maybe even Isabella!

he motioned with a finger. Serena approached him with a slow pace, relishing the forbidden thrill of being in his father's house. The way his eyes darkened with desire and primal hunger as he watched her walking towards him ignited a passionate fire within her. "I adore the intoxicating scent of your arousal, your eagerness to be wet for me," he whispered, forcefully guiding her towards the bed. He spread her legs apart and dived into her core, his mouth passionately engaging with her intimate area. A loud gasp escaped her lips as his tongue expertly flicked up and down her sensitive folds, his lips pressing firmly against her supple flesh, while he indulged in nibbling and lapping up her sw

“Do you feel how your fear melts into hunger? I could take you roughly, but where’s the artistry in that? No… I’m going to seduce every inch of this exquisite form until you’re dripping and desperate for my claim.” He slipped one finger inside my tight channel, then another, dipping into me with deliberate care while his thumb continued its maddening dance on my sensitive pearl. The dual sensations overwhelmed me, the fullness, the friction, the way he curled his digits to stroke a hidden spot that sent white-hot sparks radiating through my core. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway, raw and needy.

With devotion and voracity. Her body arches, bows against the cold glass. Her cries are no longer stifled. They resonate in the empty penthouse, hoarse sobs, incoherent pleas. She speaks. She says my name, curses, prayers. Her legs tremble, close around my head, imprisoning me. I am lost in the darkness, in the taste, in the scent of her. The vibration within me reaches a crescendo, transforms into a dull roar that seems to come from the earth itself.

Sienna's POV Craving my best friend’s father was a line my thoughts should never have crossed. And yet, the way his touch unraveled me made it impossible to think clearly. Every slow, knowing movement sent pleasure curling deep inside me, stealing my breath and leaving my body aching for more. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so undone, so exquisitely aware of every nerve. When his fingers withdrew from my entrance, it didn’t leave me empty for long. He traced lazy, teasing circles around my clit, lingering just enough to make the sensitivity almost unbearable before sliding back in.