Slow Hot Novels & Stories

Off the top of my head, nope, there is nothing I can think of right now. Good, now get on your knees and worship me. You are so demanding, Shane says. I am only a bit demanding when it comes to sex, my love; now, start licking it. Yes, ma’am, I do not have to be told twice. Shane starts licking my c**t while we are in the shower with the water running warm. I am a person who does not like the shower to be too cold or too hot. It has to be the right temperature since I am sensitive to cold and hot. Oh yes, baby, this is what moves that tongue of yours; lick it up and down, move it around in circles. Put your tongue inside of my peach walls>

“I notice everything about you, Blue.” I swallowed hard. Family dinners had taught me plenty—she hated steak like my mum, preferred mashed potatoes over spaghetti, loved that weird green matcha drink, hated coffee, and preferred tea. It was pathetic how much I remembered. She went still. Like I’d said something dangerous. I touched the glass, and the fish swarmed immediately. “How you like your tea,” I continued lightly. “Hate the neighbor next door. How you got depressed when you lost your necklace—” I shook my head, laughing softly. She was a weird little thing.

Is that wrong? "Of course it's wrong." Adrian shot back immediately. "Larisse said a constant temperature environment ensures optimal physical condition and learning efficiency. You adjusting it without permission disrupts data stability. That's irresponsible for my development. "You just don't understand science." I looked at Harry without thinking. "Suzy, stop making a scene. Why are you arguing with a six-year-old? He understands more than you do." "Larisse is a professional. She has dual master's degrees in psychology and nutrition from top universities. Her closed-loop family management model has won international awards.

I yelled shakily. “It's cold out here.” He said and pulled off his shirt and covered me with it. Then he sat there wearing only a tight fitted body con shirt, revealing a perfectly sculpted hockey body, wide shoulders, defined chest, ridges of abs that felt unreal. He was all power and heat. “Please don't, don't apologise.” I didn't know what I was saying but I kept going on and on. Without thinking I stepped closer, drawn to the warmth radiating from his body, he smelt so clean and a faint cologne emanated from his body.

"You want me to stop playing and actually give it to you?" "Yes! God, yes!" she cried out, her voice echoing in the quiet room. Keith let out a dark laugh and finally slid two fingers past the lace of her panties, diving deep into her warmth. Diana screamed, the sudden intrusion sending a shockwave of pleasure through her entire body. She was soaking wet, her walls clamping down on his fingers as he began to move them in a fast, rhythmic motion. He wasn't being gentle; he was pushing deep, hitting her spot with a precision that made her vision blur.

Leon ended the call, set the phone down, and looked at me. “Permission granted,” he said simply. I took a breath. “Did you sleep with me?” They both looked at me. “I mean… slept beside me. Nothing happened, right?” Silas’s mouth curved for just a small, lazy fraction. “Nothing happened,” he said. “You were cold as a vegetable when we pulled you out. Shaking so hard your teeth were chattering.” Leon leaned back against the headboard, arms crossed over his bare chest. “You suffered Hypothermia from staying in the freezing cold water,” he began.“The doctor recommended extra warmth. Body contact was the fastest way to bring your temperature back up.”

“Maybe you should cool off before you do something stupid.” He pulled me closer then, his hand firm on my lower back, and the contact made my breath catch. His body was solid and hot against mine, still buzzing with leftover adrenaline. “I’m not the one doing something stupid. You’re the one who can’t stop looking at me like you want more. Tell me I’m wrong.”

Hungrier. “You’re a menace,” he says, but he’s already crossing the room. Already taking the glass from my hand. “You keep saying that,” I murmur, clinking mine against his. “And you keep marrying me anyway.” We drink. The herb moves fast. Heat blooms low in my belly almost at once, warm and liquid, sliding through my veins like slow fire. I feel it between my legs first — a deep, aching throb, my clit suddenly sensitive, my pussy growing slick and hot against the thin fabric between my thighs.

She squeezed me again, shifted her hips a little, and guided me in. We sighed in unison and looked past each other, cheek to cheek, as we fucked in the hot tub. Theresa's pussy swallowed me whole, and while the water was warm, she was even warmer, slick and wet on the inside, grinding on me, swirling my dick at the base as we both grunted softly in the ghostly light, breath still crystallizing in the air above the tub. "Oh, this is so bad," she said. "This is so, so bad."

I manage. I keep my breathing shallow and wait for the scent to fade as Fiona walks farther off. Fiona steps into the apartment, leaving the door wide open. Dolly steps past me to follow, and the scent slams into me so sharply that I jerk my head back and nearly clip the doorframe with the box. It curls around me, warm and sweet, threaded with something richer that makes me unreasonably thirsty. My wolf makes the connection before my brain does, his interest renewed. Dolly is the one in heat. I'm certain of it, even as I'm uncertain how it's possible.