Sensual Story Novels & Stories

One of his knees pushed between my thighs, spreading me open. His free hand slips under the hem of my dress and finds the soaked lace of my panties. He groaned, his fingers slid over the wet fabric. “Soaked already,” he muttered.“All for me?” “Yes father,” I admit, the word barely a whisper. “God, yes. It’s been months since Nicholas touched me and I feel like I’m going crazy, I'm losing my mind…ohhh...” Two thick fingers hook the lace aside and stroke through my folds, gathering the slickness there.

**Sophia’s POV** My fingers were already slipping between my thighs before I even turned off the lights. I’m Sophia Vale—twenty-four, freelance romance writer, and apparently a complete pervert now. Six months ago, my boyfriend of three years left me for someone “less complicated and more fun.” Since then, I’ve been stuck in this quiet ground-floor apartment, staring at a blinking cursor every day, unable to write a single romance book with a decent sex scene because I haven’t felt truly desired in so long.

“Make me feel it.” Sage thrust deeper, curling her fingers while kissing Elena’s neck. “You are so wet already. Did you dream about me?” “Yes,” Elena admitted, rocking her hips. “I dreamed about your mouth on me. About both of us forgetting the script completely.” Sage added a third finger and moved faster. “Then stop thinking about the film right now. Just feel me.” Elena cried out as pleasure built quickly. “Sage… I am close already don’t stop.”

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

It was a perfectly executed erotic romping…almost as if the two wolves were dancing the tango. The magnificent alpha and his beautiful mate rolled around with grace and sensuality, licking and lightly biting each other in a sexy hypnotic way that was intimate and absolutely seductive. The passion and intense desire that burned in their every move was just beautiful to watch. The alpha and his mate would briefly stop rolling around and just stare deeply into each other’s eyes with such blatant desire it felt as if they were having a steamy foreplay to crazy sex. Then they would get back to their romping.

My gaze fell onto those dilated pupils that seemed to draw me in urging me to drown in my carnal desires. "Sera," I called out in a deep husky voice. "Mmm," replied Sera with her heart pounding hard against my chest and I could feel it. There was one word I could use to describe this scene: Sexy! Incredibly Sexy! I felt a divine sensation spreading all over my body from all te caressing I was doing to her ass under the skirt. She had gone commando and for this very reason I was already lowing my mind. I was keenly kneading her ass with a gruff groan escaping my throat while gulping hard with my adam's apple bobbing up and down and saliva sliding down my throat involuntarily.

He pulled back just enough to look at me. "Tell me to stop," he murmurred as he kissed my cheeks. I didn't say anything. He pressed me against the edge of the sink, his breath hot on my ear as he murmured the words that made my thighs clench. “Since that night I couldn't stop thinking about you. Your scent, face, mouth, pussy.” I felt that familiar sensation down there and my pussy clenched. I had touched myself every night since that night hoping to feel how I had felt in the motel but nothing had come close. My own fingers had never stretched me the way his thick cock did. They never left me shaking and leaking like he had.

She sucked me deep, her throat working as she took as much as she could, the wet, sliding sounds filling the quiet office. The way her lips gripped me, the friction of her tongue—it was a sensory overload that made the very air in the room feel like it was vibrating. I watched her, the way her cheeks hollowed, the way she seemed to worship every inch of me with a hunger that matched my own. She was a natural, a complete slut for the sensation, and it was driving me over the edge. Every time she looked up, her gaze was a challenge, a silent demand for me to stop being the authority figure and start being the animal she craved.

But even that tenderness turns filthy fast—his fingers sliding back inside me, curling, stroking, until I’m coming again on his hand while he whispers how beautiful I look when I fall apart. There’s no room for anything else. No guilt. No tomorrow. No thoughts of Jake, or consequences, or what happens when the trip ends. Just the slick slide of bodies, the bite of teeth on shoulders, the wet slap of skin, the way his breath catches when I clench around him, the guttural way he growls my name—Sally—right before he comes, flooding me until it drips down my thighs and stains the sheets. We chase release after release.

You know people's instinct to smell their hand after touching something they already know stinks. He climbed over me and continued his conquest. From my mouth, to my neck, to my tits, sucking one nips and massaging the other. Then he shifts to the other nips, sucking like a hungry kid. I couldn't help but to let out a moan. He positioned himself between my legs and felt the head of his length rubbing against the doorway. Mmmmm..It felt unbelieavably good. Then. Ohhh. He was inside, sliding deeper and deeper and back out.