Novel & Cerita Sensual Reads

The only thing I could feel was pleasure, the kind that made me want to throw my head back and yell his name. Their names… With my shirt gone, my nipples were poking through the lace of my bra. They were hard and my legs were trembling. In no time, even my bra was gone. The whiff of air on my bare skin made me shiver. Thumbs caressed my breasts, rubbing every spot like it was some delicate treasure. Adrian didn't stop kissing me. It was like he was holding desperately onto a lifeline, savoring my lips like a starving man. I could tell apart his touch from that of his brother's even with my eyes closed. Adrian's hands felt familiar, unhurried. Even now he moved with that careful certainty tha

God, he was every fantasy I’d ever had, carved to perfection. His lips hovered against my ear as his breath fanned hot over my skin. “How come I didn't know you were this damn sexy?” he murmured, his voice dark velvet. The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze.

“Until then, soak me through, little angel.” I’m about to question Aleksei’s order when he rolls his hips and sparks go off behind my eyes. Like everything else he’s done since our kiss started, it’s sensual and smooth. His impossibly huge stiffness chafes the silk of my underwear in slow waves. Up and back. Up and back. Until I’m gasping for air and digging my nails into his shoulder, thighs shaking. Even my hair follicles are screaming with sensation. Oh God. Oh…

Carina lay in bed, her body already aroused from the hours she had spent reading the erotic novel she had recently brought. Feeling the dampness between her thighs as she read the passionate sex between the leads, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan imagining what it would be like to be the female lead. She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole.

It’s sexy as hell. Call me vanilla girl all you want, but I love missionary. I love the feeling of his skin against mine when he thrusts into me. I love his breath on my neck when he explores my insides. I love sloppy and deep kisses while he strokes my insides. I love wrapping my arms around him and pulling him tight against my chest while feeling his cock in me. I love threading my fingers in his hair while he rests his head on my shoulder and still thrusting into me. That, to me, is the best feeling ever.

"Mmn~ Oh fuck~ I love your cock, Daddy... S-so good... Aah, so effing good. It's pumping loads of pleasure up my honeycore, Daddy," "You like how sweet the pleasure is?" He asked me with a lustful gaze. "Yes," I frantically nodded. "Then...be a good girl and ride like your life depends on it," Those words fucking did the magic. I gripped his shoulders tighter, my nails sinking into his flesh as I intensified my efforts, my body glistening with sweat, strands of my hair clinging to my face as the sound of squelching increased and the sound of skin slapping skin crescendoed.

“His own robe was already gone, discarded before he had climbed onto the bed, and she could feel the hard planes of his chest against her, the rough texture of the hair there a delicious friction against her skin.” As his bare skin met hers, a new sexual sensation sparked inside her, a current of pure, unadulterated desire that demanded to be released. His cock was already hard enough again, demanding pressure against her thigh. As he leaned in, he grabbed one of her standing nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently while his other hand cupped her other breast. “A soft moan escaped her lips, the sound she had been holding back since they left the shower.” Corvina held his

Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

Mira read the words aloud, voice low and shaking. Each sentence made her wetter. Made her thighs shift beneath the sheets. Her voice caught on the words “please take me even if I’m crying” and “I want to be ruined and rebuilt with your hands.” Her breath stuttered as she reached between her legs, already soaked, fingers sliding easily over her clit. She moaned, eyes fluttering shut, fingers circling faster. Her body rocked with the memory of him. His smell. His grip. His weight. Her voice grew louder as she neared climax, reading the final line out loud—

Pleasure flooded her insides, making her more wet. She screamed when he sucked her nipple, throwing her head backwards as she bounced back and forth. Alessandro cupped her ass, raising it up a she rose. He spanked her ass, earning a deep moan. The odor of sex and sweat filled the air as Isabelle’s voice rang out while Alessandro groaned and breathed faster. The sound that erupted out of her mouth drove him to the edge and he groaned as he came close to his orgasm, his dick pulsed and twitched, growing bigger and she rocked it faster.