Novel & Cerita Steamy Book Passages

It drummed against the tiles and filled the small space with white noise and the clean smell of wet stone. He set me down gently, feet first, but kept one arm around my waist because my knees still felt unsteady. The tiles felt cool under my feet for a moment before the hot water warmed them. He then stepped in behind me and closed the glass door. The steam trapped inside right away. It wrapped around us, thick and humid, making every breath feel heavier and wetter. Water ran over my shoulders, my back, and between my breasts. It flowed down my stomach and between my thighs, washing away the last sticky traces of the night. I could feel their cum sliding slowly down my legs and swirling towa

The more I think about it, the more keen my mind is dismantle every possibility to the last bone, which spells no good for me, seeing as the Devil desiring me sexually is one of those possibilities. Yeah I need to stop thinking about it. Calling Jun helped, but with her opinion on the matter to consider, the shield of my denial has been penetrated. Groaning in annoyance at my incapability to dissolve these taunting thoughts from my mind, I rolled off my bed and roughly yanked the covers aside. In moments like this, salvation has a name; Seduction Of Sin. With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamie

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.

(Steamy scenes) His fingers traced a burning path up the inside of her thigh, a slow, deliberate promise. The blanket had slipped away, and the cool air of the study was a sharp contrast to the heat of their tangled bodies. Her skin was still sensitized, every nerve ending singing from their previous joining, and his lightest touch felt like a brand.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

His eyes are darkened by shadows and lust, and I spread my legs apart, giving him enough room to fit his tall frame between my legs. “You’re so fucking hot, Heidi,” he tells me, starting to slide his boxers down his legs. I watch him, swallowing hard as I wait for him to finally get rid of all the layers of clothing and get back to me. The whole scene is so sexy and effortlessly arousing that I can’t recognize myself and my dirty thoughts. It feels like a scene straight out of one of those steamy romance books I like reading so much. Having read so many of them is coming in handy right now. Otherise, I’d have no idea what to do to make Cal feel as good as he’s making me feel. I don’t want to

I headed back to the bed before opening to the steamiest scene in the book. My heart pulsated as I circled my boobs with my warm palms, my eyes closed, and my head thrown back as I bit my lip. I pinched my already hard nipple, letting out a small and almost silent moan. I felt a warm feeling spreading through my body, an electrifying feeling, and a rush of adrenaline. "Fuck!" I cursed under my breath, running my fingers through my body, and as my hand made it down there, I gently rubbed my neatly shaved pussy. I pressed my thighs together as warmth spread down there.

While on her, Gina looks into Steve’s eyes who says with a smile, “My turn.” Stretching her back, Gina closes her eyes as she feels Steve’s clothed, moving hard but slowly. Letting out little screams, Gina starts to shudder as Steve picks up speed. Opening his eyes, he looks directly into Steve’s eyes again. For a second, they both start to shake. Gina feels Steve’s penis start to shake, releasing his semen inside her. She trembles as she begins to cum at the heat of Steve’s cum. Feeling Steve’s body gently fall on her, Gina says, “That was… special… ah…” Gina’s voice was breathless, and she was closing her eyes.

Denny squeezed her fleshy buttcheeks in great arousal. Denny could tell he definitely saw her react the way he did earlier. He can vividly see an image of his back door folding cowardly inwards as she licked its rim, and she was even more because even when he had not had his tongue anywhere close to her hole yet, she was already folding like a Mimosa flower. Her light brown rim looked like a seed of half-sliced deliciously-looking peach in between her wide hips. He had not bothered doing anal with her because he was more than satisfied with her pussy's exquisite flavor of pleasure. But now that she dared provoke him, he was going to give her a dose of her own medicine. She should not have aw

“We should not be doing this.” “Tell me to stop then,” I growled, sucking on her neck. She did not tell me to stop. Instead, she took my hand and guided it down the front of her tiny shorts. My fingers found her completely bare. Soaked. Burning hot. “Fuck,” I groaned. “You are dripping for me.” Isabella whimpered as my fingers slid through her slick folds. “I have been wet since yesterday. Since the moment I hugged you.” I pushed two fingers inside her without warning. She was incredibly tight. Scorching hot. Her walls clenched around my fingers like velvet heat.