Sweetest Sensation Novels & Stories

They are so beautiful and unequal. Her scent, holy hell. I have always loved that scent but smelling it again made my mind off. The air was saturated with the intoxicating fragrance of honey and milk, a sensory symphony that delicately permeated the surroundings. The sweet, golden notes of honey intertwined with the creamy richness of milk, creating an olfactory dance that stirred a profound sense of desire and need.

My eyes rolled back to their sockets as the voltage of overflowing sweet sensations toiled my body into a shaking mess as I screamed inaudible words, feeling the outflow of my peak, soaking his hand. I could hear the sounds of approval he made and the explicit words he muttered. His fingers were knuckle-deep, gently kneading, escorting me down from my high. He was there, embracing me. "That's what you're trying to hide. It's beautiful. You're beautiful. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life," he said. I bit down on my lip to see him examining his hand. The evidence was there, and the sheet was soaked.

He pinched the throbbing nipple, and a lance of delicious sensation shot through her entire body. Heaven and hell, so sweetly offered... It was divine, pure, and otherworldly, how close she was to falling over the edge. But when she did, if she did—please, let her—where would she land? The clouds, or the fiery pits? All she could think of was her end; the edge of her climax was near, and she wanted nothing more than to ease the blissful pain. She wanted release and nothing else. Only one way to find out…

She was far too sexy, far too sexual, for that. When she lifted her dessert spoon to her lips and licked the last remnant of chocolate from the silver surface, her pink tongue so tempting, so provocative that he could have almost found his release just watching her work the spoon in that slow, sensual way, Maxim nearly groaned out loud. It was way too easy to imagine that tongue on his bare skin. “What’s your take on love, Maxim?” Michaela asked, lowering the spoon and setting it on the table, curious to find out his reply.

It’s scent helps washes a feeling of relaxation and calmness over me , I feel my shoulders drop – my muscles feel much more relaxed. “Hmmmm…” I moan out it absolute pleasure as the chocolate cake touches my tongue. I feel an explosion of happiness in my mouth – this is thee most delicious thing I have tasted from everything I ate before. I just relish in this perfect moment. I heard a quote once that goes like this ; the first bite is always the most delicious…or something like that. I try to preserve this moment as it is the climax of my adventure.

She hummed as she was throbbing with a need. “Or maybe your pussy.” He said as he moved closer. “That may become my favorite breakfast.” He moved her off of him and had her balance on the edge of the tub. A good-sized barrier was right in back of her as he parted her legs and began moving forward. His head now completely nestled in between the middle of her legs, and his mouth now was at the core of her. The first run of his tongue over the wet and drip slit was a taste he had coated on her nipples, which he had found was one of the sweetest flavors he had ever had. Though she had water droplets running down her body from the hot tub, her wetness in her dripping pussy was nothing but desire.

The closeness. Me. And that was when instinct finally took over. My teeth sank carefully into the sensitive spot along her neck. Not enough to harm. Just enough. Irene gasped sharply beneath me, her entire body arching from the sudden mix of pain and sensation. Immediately, the bond snapped into place. Violently. Heat exploded through my chest so intensely it nearly stole my breath. Mine. The realization slammed into me with primal force now. Not symbolic. Not imagined. Real. I felt her emotions brush against mine instantly, confusion, vulnerability, trust, overwhelming sensation, all crashing together so powerfully it became difficult to separate where she ended and I began.

My soul felt as if it had left my body, lured away to some unknown destination. It was also the first time I could truly feel every sensation of his kiss. It was so incredibly sweet that I couldn't bear to pull away. I was drowning in happiness when his hands suddenly slid down, gliding past my waist and gradually covering one of my breasts. He kneaded me so gently, yet I could feel a slight tremble and a searing heat from his palms. It seemed as though he was exercising immense restraint. He began to stroke my sensitive peak, making my mind go numb.

VIVIANA I felt a thrill. A volt of electricity run down my spine. I had my shift times and again, but this time; it was something else. Something I had never experienced. Something foreign and sweet. Sweet like a temptation. Sweet to an extent that you can’t resist, even if you wish. The more you resist, the sweeter it gets. In the end, you find yourself chained in that sweet enticement. I was; no doubt, Chained. I didn’t want to be released. Not so soon. Not yet.

My eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head with every sweet sensation. Placing my hands over the straps of her dress, I lower them to her elbows, exposing the round globes of her breasts. Her nipples stiffen into tight buds as the dress slides down her silken waist. Her firm stomach tightens under the feel of my hands. She wraps her arms around my neck and rubs her naked chest against mine. The nubs of her nipples kindle a burning blaze over every exposed part of my chest. It’s the most intense sensation I’ve ever experienced. I pull her up to straddle my lap and slip the remaining parts of her dress and underwear down her hips to toss it next to my abandoned t-shirt.