Novel & Cerita Erotic Super Short

I had reached my apex and it was so intense that my eyes rolled back into my skull as the feeling of floating consumed me. The licking on my neck awakened me a short time later and I looked up at Eros smiling down at me. “You have my blood on your lips,” he commented and I quickly lifted my fingers to my mouth to wipe it off. “What happened?” “You experienced a la petite mort or the little death from your orgasm. It was a close one for me as well because I almost busted my nut in you. Luckily I pulled out in time and shot it on your belly,” he said with a smirk.

He sucked with a sudden, violent intensity, his tongue lashing against the bud like a whip. The orgasm hit her like an explosion. Ruth-Ann's body went rigid, her head snapping back as a high, piercing scream tore from her throat. Her pussy clamped down on his tongue, milking him, as waves of hot, honeyed fluid erupted from her, soaking his face and chest.

She moaned, her hips moving against his hand, a desperate seeking motion for more. “You’re so eager, aren’t you, my love?” he whispered, slipping a finger inside her. Her inner walls clenched around him, hot and slick. She moaned, a deeper sound this time, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for the connection. He added another finger, his thumb finding her pulsing clit, rubbing gently, deliberately. Her breath hitched. “Tell me you like that,” he commanded softly, watching her face. She cried out, her body convulsing as she came, a powerful rush that tightened her around his fingers.

the soft noises of his mouth, my helpless whimpers, the low groans vibrating against me. My fingers curled against the desk, nails scraping wood as pleasure coiled tighter in my belly. “You taste like every dirty fantasy I’ve had since September,” he murmured against me. “Sweet. Filthy. Mine.” He sucked my clit hard, then eased two thick fingers inside, curling them against the spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. “Oh God...Dade...” “That’s it,” he encouraged, pumping slowly while his tongue worked. “Let me hear you. No one else is here. No one else gets to know how loud you get when your professor does this.”

“Du kommer til å bli slutten på meg kvinne.” With that he licks the salt from my neck, drinks the tequila and takes the lime from my mouth. His lips barely touch mine yet it makes me come undone. My knees give, but Erik presses me flush up against him to keep me on my feet. My hands seem to move on their own up his arms and wrap around his neck. We stay like that for minutes, hours, however long it was it wasn’t long enough, just breathing each other in. This was by far the most erotic experience in my life, inside or outside the bedroom.

Matt moaned. Erica wasn't wearing anything sexy. She had short shorts on and an old white t-shirt, but he could see she wasn't wearing any bra underneath it. Her heavy tits swayed and bounced beneath it and he could see her hard nipples pointing out from it. He reached down with his other hand and groped at one of her breasts. Taking a handful through her shirt made Erica moan more.

he said. I closed my eyes. "I want to be touched. I want a finger... on my pussy. Slow. Teasing. Until I ache." He didn't say anything right away. "How exactly do you want to be touched?" I breathed in, slow. "Soft at first. Then harder. Pressing right there... making me wet, trembling. I want to beg. I want to lose control." My chest rose and fell quickly. Then I felt it — his hand unexpectedly on mine, through the screen. Warm. Solid. Real. My breathing hitched but I didn't pull away.

It was a tiny sneeze compared to how Eric had gotten me to the top, but just enough to force my attention back to Eric. Eric's hips were moving faster, his glutes rising and falling as he put all his strength into reaching orgasm. He leaned forward, resting his forehead on his forearm while gritting his teeth and pushing the giant thing he called 'boy' back and forth in his wet fist. Water ran through his beautiful body and suddenly I felt very thirsty. I want to kneel at his feet and lick the water off him, especially from that impressive 'boy'. I want to lick the water off it and suck on it.

He stands up and steps back, admiring the sight of me spread before him. Then, without warning, he presses a vibrator against my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. He starts it on low, slowly building up the intensity, and I arch my back off the table, my fingers digging into the leather straps. “Please, Master,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of the vibrator. “Let me come.”