Novel & Cerita Sensuous Stories

Moans and gasps are the only things I know how to say. First Guy finally makes a move. His mouth finds my taut nipple, and he sucks it into his mouth, lapping his sloppy tongue around it. His other hand cups my boob, playing with it like a squishy toy. The feel of his hands roaming over my body and the musky, sexy scent filling the room heightens my sensation. My core responds to everything, knotting with the pressure that has accumulated to its peak.

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.

**** ~SELENA POV~~ I sat on my bed holding my phone, the book on the screen was tempting my stepbrother. I had never been into romance stories before, but these pas two weeks I had been reading more than usual. The first two chapters were really hot. The male lead and female lead where pinned on the bed fucking intensely. My body was already reacting to it, and I pressed my thighs together. Goodness, I miss Henry's cock so much. I was about to picture him while I touched myself when the door opened. Looking up, I froze to find Zane waking inside.

“Married little whore, already dripping before the first course is even finished.” I kept my face neutral, smiling at whatever story someone was telling, but my legs parted the second he pushed. His palm dragged up the inside of my thigh until he reached the wet heat between them. “Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re soaked. Did you get this wet on the drive over just knowing I’d be here, slut?” I couldn’t answer. I just swallowed hard and passed the bread basket with steady hands while his fingers rubbed slow, deliberate circles over the damp fabric. He pressed harder, feeling how the wetness had already spread.

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.

He pressed a warm, slow kiss against my pulse point, right where an Alpha marks his mate. A sharp gasp escaped my throat. The moment his lips touched my skin, a sudden, powerful wave of heat rushed through my entire body. My toes curled, my stomach flipped, and a low moan tried to escape my lips. My traitorous body was instantly aroused by his touch. Aaron chuckled softly against my throat, feeling my body react to him. "You like this, don’t you ? Your scent is spiking, George. It is sweet, thick, and completely intoxicating."

The silk sheets felt cool and luxurious against my heated skin. I got on all fours, just like I had imagined so many times while listening to him. I pulled my nightdress up to my waist, exposing myself completely to the empty room. The cool air against my wet pussy made me shiver. “F-fuck…” I whispered, pushing two fingers inside my dripping cunt. I closed my eyes and pictured him behind me — his large hands on my hips, his deep voice in my ear. “I’ll be your good girl, Master…” I moaned softly, pumping my fingers faster as I remembered the way he had praised that other woman.

"Sweet and filthy. I could eat this pussy all night." "Please, Soren... more," I begged, the plea escaping unbidden. My mind raced, this was reckless, tying myself to a man who collected secrets like trophies. But the pleasure drowned out reason, building fast. He added fingers, three this time, stretching me, scissoring inside while his thumb pressed my clit. The pressure coiled tight, my walls fluttering.

Sienna's head fell back, her dark hair cascading down her back, and she began to move with a rhythm that was pure seduction. "Like this?" Marcus asked, gripping her hips. "Is this—" "Don't ask," she breathed. "Just feel. Let me feel you. All of you." He stopped thinking after that. There was only the sensation of being inside her, the slick heat, the way her inner walls clenched around him. She rode him with deliberate intent, changing angles and speed until she found the position that made her eyes roll back and her breath come in short gasps. "There," she gasped. "Right there. Keep—yes, Marcus, yes—"

Falling for my son's séxy teacher (11) Stephanie could feel her pulse hammering in her chest, the anticipation building as Kelly sensuously rolled down her other stocking, taking her time to savor every motion. The blonde’s hand briefly brushed against her glistening mound, drawing a quiet gasp from Stephanie.