All Chapters of Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I carried her up and her legs locked tight around my waist, as if she’d never let me go. The heat of her pressed on me, her heartbeat pounding into my chest, and I couldn’t stop myself, I buried my face against her, mouth closing around her nipple, sucking like it was the only thing that mattered in the world.She threw her head back, a sharp cry tearing out of her, her fingers clutching at my shoulders, digging in like claws. Every sound she made drove me deeper, harder, hungrier. I couldn’t breathe without wanting more of her.I carried her to the bed, not caring how clumsy, not caring if we stumbled. The only thing that mattered was having her beneath me. As soon as she hit the mattress, I followed, no pause, no hesitation.My lips traced her neck, biting, sucking, leaving marks she’d never be able to hide tomorrow. She gasped my name, half in protest, half begging me never to stop.My hand slid lower, urgent, sliding between her legs, and when I found her, I didn’t waste time. M

Clara was still panting against my shoulder when she suddenly lifted her head, her eyes gleaming with something fierce. She cupped my face, kissed me deep, stealing my breath, then whispered against my lips, “Now… let me touch you.”I smiled, lips wet, heartbeat skipping. “You want to?” I teased softly.She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she grabbed my thigh, lifted my left leg, and hooked it over the edge of the soap dish ledge built into the tiled wall. My breath hitched as the sudden stretch opened me wide. Before I could process it, she pressed her palms to my shoulders and shoved me gently but firmly back against the shower wall.The cold tiles kissed my back. The hot water rained down. And Clara dropped to her knees.“C Clara,” I gasped, but my voice dissolved into a cry as her mouth closed over me.Her tongue lapped at my pussy, bold and greedy, licking through my folds like she’d been starving for it. She moaned against me, the vibration shooting straight through my cor

We slipped out of the storage room, Clara’s hair slightly mussed. I grinned at the sight, but she shot me a glare sharp enough to kill, if it weren’t for the pink still dusting her cheeks and the faint wobble in her walk.“You’re ridiculous,” she hissed as we blended back into the stream of students heading toward the canteen.“And you’re glowing,” I teased, brushing my shoulder against hers.Her blush deepened, and she swatted me with her bag. “Shut up.”The canteen buzzed with chatter, trays clattering, the smell of fried food thick in the air. We found a table tucked away in the corner, out of sight from most of the crowd. Clara sat down quickly, folding her arms over her chest like she could somehow hide the aftershocks still written all over her body.I leaned across the table, lowering my voice. “Still trembling?”She shot me a look that could melt steel. “If you don’t behave, I swear—”But her threat crumbled as I slid my foot under the table, brushing her calf lightly. Her f

The library adventure left me shaky, but there was no time to dwell on it. Clara and I had to rush back to class before anyone noticed our absence. We slipped into the chemistry lab just as the bell rang, earning a stern look from our teacher, Mrs. Ojo, our Africa teacher.“You’re late,” she said flatly, her voice cutting through the chatter.“Sorry, ma,” Clara answered quickly, tugging me into our seats before I could even think of a reply.Mrs. Ojo adjusted her glasses and tapped the board with her marker. “Today, we’re continuing our discussion on the most abundant element in the universe, hydrogen.”The room quieted. Everyone knew chemistry was one of the trickiest subjects, and Mrs. Ojo was notorious for calling on students who looked even slightly distracted. I sat up straight, clutching my notebook, determined not to let my flushed cheeks or jittery body give me away.“Hydrogen,” she began, her chalk squeaking across the board as she wrote, H, Atomic Number, 1. “The simplest

Clara hadn’t shown up yesterday. She’d texted me late in the evening, explaining that her mum’s fever had worsened and she needed to stay home. I had tried to be understanding, but lying in bed alone felt… wrong. I wasn’t used to silence after so many nights of whispered laughter and stolen kisses. This morning, she messaged again. Still can’t make it. Stay out of trouble, Mara. I had smiled at the last part, though a small ache tugged at my chest. School without Clara felt like walking into a place that had lost half its color. By the time I reached the gates, the compound was unusually quiet. The sun was still dragging itself up, and only a handful of students were scattered across the yard, slouched on benches or yawning their way into classrooms. I slipped into mine, expecting emptiness, and mostly found it. Desks sat in neat rows, shadows stretched across the tiled floor, and the usual chatter of early morning was absent. I slid into my seat, dropping my bag on the de