Mature Flirting Novels & Stories

He leans closer to me and smells my neck. “Hm… smells good…” I am holding my fist not to punch this man. I hate someone is doing this to me and with this old man? What the hell! This is not in my plan. “Do you watch Porn?” He asked as he whispered to my left ear. He did not even bother to brush his teeth tsk, disgusting old man of all. I took a deep breath and nodded to his question. “Then, let us do what this Porn doing,” he said in a flirty tone. I rolled my eyes and felt cringed. Damn this man, he is acting like a teenager who wants to flirt.

I looked at him intently. "Yes?" "This is no place for flirting, Miss Giulia." I frowned, pressing my eyebrows together without understanding what he was talking about. A smile in return for someone who smiled at me could not be considered flirting. Even if the guy was charming, I separated things and the places where I found myself very well. "Flirting? I'm sorry, but this is absurd." He moved closer to my body, dragging the wheels of the chair. The suit and the perfume came even closer. He looked me in the eye, looking annoyed. And what expressive brown eyes he had!

Not yet. “I mean, someone has to make sure you don’t collapse from overconfidence.” He took a sip, eyes never leaving mine. “You realize this is flirting, right?” “I prefer to think of it as strategic mockery.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Whatever it is, it’s working.” I blinked. Wait. What? “That’s… not how you’re supposed to respond,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “And yet, here we are,” he said, voice low, smooth as velvet.

I instantly make a face and my body practically forces my butt to wiggle against him. He groans and his hand retreats from my belly and onto my hip. I quickly move to pick it up and put it right on my boob where I want it. I wiggle back against him once more. “Baby… you’re killing me…” he whispers. “Do I need to pick a fight with you so we can have hot make-up sex,” I tease. He laughs and tries to move his hand but I stop him. I don’t really know how to flirt and I may sound like an idiot but here goes nothing. If he’s my soulmate, he’ll love me anyhow right?

“Well, at least I can make you smile.” “I am not smi—” He suddenly leans towards me and I pause midway. A victorious smile appears on his face and he says, “Now, do you think I am still no good at flirting?” I slap and push the front of his face. “If startling women means flirting to you, then I feel bad for the next woman you ‌‌inflict that on.” “Prepare yourself then,” he says and sips on his bottle of whiskey. *******************

I chuckle, “hypocrite, me, why would you say that?” She growls, “you’ve known he is our mate, but you continue to flirt.” I shook my head, “flirting isn’t the same as fucking, it’s all fun and no harm to anyone, it’s just words.” She cackles, “and what if what he was saying was just words, maybe he’s a virgin, he is an angel, do they even have sex?” Now I’m laughing inside the car, “yes, they have sex, he admitted to it, I’d assume they don’t lie more than not have sex.”

It was so sweet and satisfying that I dare say I never tasted anything so delightful in my life. Throughout our evening, mother and I had flirted shamelessly. Our eyes caressing what our hands would not, our words suggestive and playful. I had wondered what had gotten into her, thanking my luck regardless. It was fun and I had not considered that I could take this further until much later in the evening - when she stopped flirting but almost acted like she needed my attention. I had never seen anyone act like that before and it surprised me that I was seeing it within my own mother.

And I could also feel the little wave of happiness in her heart. 'Yeah, your baby,' she responded, winking at me. Gosh, couldn't she be any cuter?! Her morning scent was already enough to make me dizzy. And the way her tongue licked her upper lip caused another wave of hunger in me. How do you spell adorable with sexiness in it? Damn! I was getting mushier and mushier these days! "Stop flirting and respect the food on the table," Flora scolded when she spotted our silent exchange. Even if we weren't talking out loud, she also could see the sultry gaze between us.

It is becoming harder for us to keep our relationship a secret from everyone here in school. Shivers run down my spine when the skin of his side cheek brushes lightly against mine as he slides his cheek past mine. He whispers into my ear instead. "Biting your lip like that makes it hard for me to behave when I am around you." Air catches in my throat. I hear him inhale deeply on my neck. "And you smell so good I just want to lick you up and eat you up with your legs spread over my shoulders." My heart is now thudding hard against my chest. "Are you flirting with me right now?"

His hoarse voice came out deep and fucking sexy. "It was a groan, not a moan, perv. Is that all you think about? Sex?" I retorted, letting my fiery tongue torch the thick air. He licked his lips. "When it comes to you, yes. The thoughts of lying you down and using my tongue on you until―" When my mouth dropped, he redirected his words. “I’ll bleep out the rest for now.” “Again with the damn flirting!” I gripped the armrest tightly and unlocked my legs to bring them under the chair as I jolted forward. “I’m not interested in you!”