Mature Flirting Novels & Stories

A low groan blows through my parted lips, sounding decidedly primal. She bats her lashes, in response. Coils her fingers in the strands at her shapely hips. Toys with me further as she seems to debate whether to stay the course or leave the goods to my imagination. Well… To my memory bank. “Nik…” I quietly prompt. “Yes, James?” she counters. I chuckle. “Touché.” I’m gently jesting and yet… Not really. Because I like it when we can flirt, unabashedly. This is a different realm for me. I’ve not been clinical with my past lovers, no; I also haven’t engaged in sexy pillow talk or nicknames.

She gave him a devious smile through her pink sparkling lip-glossed lips that made Matt's cock pulse under his jeans. "Damn, I could use some new vids- watched all the good ones on the internet," Matt boldly joked. He felt heat rise to his cheeks. They had an odd relationship. Having met when they were both teenagers, they developed a friendship early on. Since they were both going through a phase of learning about their sexuality, naturally, their humor had tested sexual boundaries. They used to talk more like teenage friends would back when their parents had been married. Now, it had been almost a year since

"...who's already losing." His eye twitched. Check. No need for wild flirting now. I wanted to get in his head. Under his skin. I leaned forward, not trashy, not obvious, just soft, almost demure. Whispered sweet like poison. "It's cute, you know," I said gently, folding my hands. "That you think I'd ever beg." "Careful, Sera," he murmured. "I'm not a nice man. You flirt like that again, and I'm not going to stop at doing things next time."

" please. I've survived foster homes, two caseworkers who ghosted me, and cafeteria lasagna. You're just a pretty face with a loud voice. Try harder." "Ouch", he said, putting his hand over his chest as if I wounded him. " that's cold. But fair enough." I smiled, just a little. You'll live."Is this what flirting with you is like? Mild emotional damage and vague threats?"I grinned. "Pretty much. Still interested?" He paused. Just long enough to shift the energy. "Yeah," he said." I am."

“You’ve been flirting?” Eli raised both hands. “Okay, light flirting. Soft. Gentle flirtation. PG-13 level. But yeah.” She blinked again. “I thought you were just being friendly.” “Well, yeah. I am friendly. But also—” He gestured vaguely at himself. “You know. Available.” She narrowed her eyes, trying to tell if he was joking. “Like... romantically?” “Unless you thought I was offering you a coupon.” Callie tilted her head. “You’re... kind of a weirdo.”

“Wow, what a handsome face. How can I possibly be fed up with it? Look at your sword-shaped brows and tall nose. Also, your thin lips…” She purposely brushed her finger on it. “You’re really captivating when you kiss me. How would I be interested in someone else? The handsome young guy is very childish compared to you. I prefer mature and masculine men like you. Your body shape is also my type, especially when you take off your clothes. You’re not too muscular, but you look fit…” “Drop it.” Despite his shamelessness, his face and ears were flushed red from her words. This woman was so good at flirting. Not only was she a smooth talker, but her touch was also very flirty.

I am his mate, the way he was flirting with that peach or cherry whatever her name is, is unacceptable. Will he be okay with me flirting with Cary? Hah! As if! The man is the most possessive man I have ever seen but yet he didn’t mind laughing with Cherry. The evil idea pops into my head. Although at first, I shake it away but still feeling a tingling in my heart to act it out. After contemplating with the sound of his shower running, I decide to act it out. I know it’s childish but I want to see him, I want to see that same frustration and anger in his eyes.

I said and stood up. I got to the club, and entered. My attention caught the boys and they gave me lewd smile. I returned it with a wink. I manage to pass between them but not without touching my butts and my boobs. I don't feel anything am been touched, My body doesn't respond to their. I don't know why maybe it because I ain't ready for s*x. "She looks sexy as usual " A boy whispered to the other and I gave them a fake flirting smile.

I told him, causing him to chuckle softly. “No, my love. I’m not flirting, I’m just stating the obvious. Trust me, you would know when I’m flirting because you’ll be sprawled on my bed, moaning my name right now if I were flirting with you. You do know that seduction comes after flirting, right?” he smirked, moving his hips slowly, groaning as my hand gently brushed his hardness. He grabbed my hand and brought it down to his hardness, throwing his head back as he gently caressing his dick with my hand. When he looked back at me, his eyes were darker and he gazed at me lustfully, keeping his eyes locked on mine.

I may be drunk, but I know when someone is flirting with me "you ladies are the difficult ones" "Aaah... Heartbreak. I thought at much, that is the only thing that can make a man get drunk in the afternoon. Do you want to talk about it or do you want to forget about it?" She sucks in this department "have anybody told you that you suck in the flirting department? Because instead of getting turned on due to your flirting, I'm getting fucking annoyed" She dragged her hand closer to my groin. Rubbing her hand all over it, she brought her lips to my ear and whispered "are you still not getting turned on?" She licked my ear seductively