Sensual Books Novels & Stories

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

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He lifts me and carries me to the bed as he lays me down on it. “While sex just involves the body, the best sex involves the mind. That there, most of it was your mind, you were unable to hear, see or talk, which made your senses overloaded. I could have tied you there and just spoken to you and made you cum if I wanted to."

The air was thick with the scent of aged leather, dark musk, expensive perfume, and raw, unfiltered sex. Deep crimson lighting bathed everything in a sensual, dangerous glow. Soft jazz played from hidden speakers, the low saxophone notes curling around her like invisible fingers. Everywhere she looked, elegant people in designer clothes lounged on velvet couches — some openly touching, others watching with hungry, knowing eyes. Elena tugged at the hem of her simple black cocktail dress. The fabric clung to her full breasts and wide hips, but compared to the barely-there lace and leather surrounding her, she felt painfully innocent. Naïve. Vulnerable.

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

"Jannis, you're so incredibly sensual to me... You desired this, I could tell. His voice cracks with want, and he presses down harder on her hips as he rekindles their passion. With every stroke, she feels waves of pleasure wash over her trembling body. Excuse me, ma'am. Listen to you call out my name. His desire is intensified as he presses forward, driven by the anticipation of her cries during the climax.

“Not here, please,” I told him, but he didn’t listen. And because of thick soap lather all over my body, his moves sent erotic waves to my skin, making me yield to his intention. I closed my hands, feeling his fingers moving downward until they traced over my folds. Then, while one of his hands moved up again to tease my left peak, his other hand also worked on treasure below.

He fucked me through it, pistoning hard until I felt the head of his cock battering my g-spot. “That’s it. Cum all over me,” he groaned, his voice becoming worshipful. “Soak my dick, Sera. Give me everything.” Pleasure blurred into oversensitivity. I gasped as my body bowed off the bed and my nails raked down his back. How did this rogue twin have a touch with a sensual pull so different from Damian’s roughness? He was tender yet insistent, his thrusts rolling in deep sensual waves that dragged out every aftershock.

and trying to close her legs. But I didn’t stop. I pushed her panties aside and slid one finger along her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. She gasped, her book dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I kept going, teasing her until her hips started twitching. Then I eased one finger inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling it just right while my thumb kept working her clit.

Lila gripped the edge of her chair, biting her lip hard. The vibrations teased her swollen clit and soaked folds mercilessly. When a professor asked her a question, Kane increased the intensity. Her voice trembled as she answered, thighs quivering, fighting the urge to moan. Kane watched with dark satisfaction, his own cock straining in his pants. After the seminar, he dragged her to the secluded rare books section of the library. “On your knees, baby.”