Erotic Books With Delicious Sexual Tension Novels & Stories

He focuses on my neck, biting and sucking until I’m a squirming mess in his hands, my knees weak. I pull his face away for a second, breathing deeply as I turn him, pulling him onto the bed. I step forward as he lets his back fall onto the mattress. I take his hand, positioning it on my stomach and straddle him. His cock is inches from my throbbing pussy. My body is practically begging me for this. I sit up, positioning my centre directly above him. His hand rests on my waist, the other one rising to grip my boob. I lower myself after a second, feeling myself stretch around him, rocking my hips to get lower. The sensation of pleasure that engulfs me is mind-blowing.

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

“Open.” I hesitated only a second before parting my lips. He pushed his fingers inside, letting me taste the salty, musky blend of us. I sucked obediently, tongue swirling, eyes locked on his. The act felt filthy and intimate all at once. My pussy clenched again, empty and already hungry despite the two devastating orgasms he’d just ripped from me. “Good girl,” he praised, pulling his fingers free with a soft pop. “Now bend over my desk. I’m not finished with you.”

I cried out louder, my hands gripping the edge of the desk as waves of pleasure washed over me. Damien's hands moved to my breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of my blouse. I could feel my nipples hardening, aching for his touch. He trailed kisses up my stomach, his tongue circling my navel before moving higher. He pushed my blouse aside, exposing my bra. With a swift movement, he unclasped it, freeing my breasts. His mouth captured one nipple, sucking it while his hand played with the other. I whimpered, my body writhing under his touch, my pleasure building to a crescendo.

I finally completed my statement, my voice a bit firmer, and he raised his eyes, releasing a deep breath. He tossed the document onto the sofa and took slow, deliberate steps over to me, something dark flashing in his eyes. His clenched fists, tight jaw, and brooding eyes, it was obvious that he was trying to hold back, and it did nothing but arouse me. Every step he took sent shivers down my spine, spiking my excitement and making my pussy drip juices that soaked my panties. The tension was thin, our lust was thick, and even though I hadn't put in an effort not to, I found myself craving for the man that I've been told to avoid.. a man rumored to be a heartless killer.

She could feel the magic spreading — into her breasts, down her spine, even into the sensitive skin behind her knees and along the back of her neck. By the time she turned the fourth page, every single letter in the entire library had become an erogenous zone. The simple act of remembering the title of any book on the shelves made her clit throb. Reciting the Dewey decimal system in her head made her nipples ache. The tentacles celebrated her total corruption.

Axel let out a low groan, his fingers threading lightly through her curls, but his eyes stayed locked on me the entire time. I stood frozen, robe clutched tight, unable to tear my eyes away. Every slow slide of her mouth, the way her cheeks hollowed, the soft moan she made when he hit the back of her throat – it was filthy. And it was turning me on more than I wanted to admit. My clit throbbed in time with her movements. I could feel my own arousal coating my own body respond with shameful eagerness, the black lace panties already soaked and clinging. Zara hummed around his cock in agreement, the vibration making Axel’s hips twitch. She worked him faster, one hand stroking what her mouth cou

She hissed as cool air met her heated center. He brushed a finger through her slick folds, slow and deliberate. Electricity shot along her skin. She grasped the sides of the stacked chairs, body trembling. He drew a bead of her arousal to his lips. She tensed, eyes fluttering shut. His tongue circled her clit—soft, then insistent. She bit her lip, her hips bucking. “Nora…” he rasped, voice thick with need. He straightened, discarding his jacket, then his shirt, revealing toned chest and arms.

In addition, it can increase an urge for sex. Elena even in her unconscious state, arched her back for me, her lips parted, and I watched the way her n*****s hardened and her p***y tightened around my fingers. I readjusted myself on the bed, placing my left hand by her head. I leaned all my weight on it while forcing a third finger into her tight cunt. My c**k twitched in anticipation to be inside her. Her breath cut, and I gently kissed the corner of her lips. “Beautiful.”