Seductive Mature の小説・ストーリー

It was a perfectly executed erotic romping…almost as if the two wolves were dancing the tango. The magnificent alpha and his beautiful mate rolled around with grace and sensuality, licking and lightly biting each other in a sexy hypnotic way that was intimate and absolutely seductive. The passion and intense desire that burned in their every move was just beautiful to watch. The alpha and his mate would briefly stop rolling around and just stare deeply into each other’s eyes with such blatant desire it felt as if they were having a steamy foreplay to crazy sex. Then they would get back to their romping.

“ I don't understand, madam…” “ That's the perfect scent to lure the CEO into my sweet seduction…”.

Hi readers, please be advised: the upcoming scene contains 18+ content. Viewer discretion is advised. BAS POV Her lips felt soft and warm against mine, making me tingle all over. I couldn't get enough of her scent, it was like a sweet perfume filling the air. Her hands explored my body, finding all the right spots. It was like she knew exactly how to touch me. She was perfect in every way, and in that moment, I was completely captivated by her.

But, for some reason the scent of this woman's body made him very tempted. "Please~" The young woman approached Marek's face who kept staring at her beautiful face. The wolf in Marek's body was getting restless and uncomfortable because he smelled the heavy passion scent from her body. The wolf recognized the scent of a mature woman's passion that kept wafting from the woman's body moving slowly over him. Marek tried hard to keep himself from getting out of control, but his body couldn't move and didn't want to move away from this seductive human woman.

I moan as he slides his fingers into my dripping core. "Mmhm, I love to you moan my name!" He seductively whispers into my ear. My breath becomes more labored as his fingers increase in speed and barrels me towards my orgasm. "Oh..Xav...I-I can't ta-ke much...Ooohhh...more of...this!" I am barely able to think as my body spasms and controts as my orgasm hits me. I scream out as my vision sees spots floating as I come down from the best orgams I have had in a long time!

He moves like someone calculating leverage. His fingers slide beneath my shirt, his nails grazing my chest. “You’re stressed,” he whispers. “Let me fix it.” It is the same strategy he uses the first night we are together. He acts as if he is about to withdraw, as if he does not care whether I respond. Then, the moment my guard drops, even slightly, he pounces with that intoxicating, controlled seduction that always leaves me wanting more than I should. Before I can reply, his mouth meets mine, hungry, controlling, the kind of kiss that says he is setting the pace, not me.

I’m clenching my thighs again, with quiet little gasps coming out with my breaths. “Beautiful,” he whispers, and his hands snake to my back. A flash of nerves as he unhooks the clasp, and my bra falls free. He drops it to the floor, and I look down at myself as he stares. My nipples are hard little peaks. They look so pink against my pale skin. “You have such beautiful breasts, Laine. Beautiful.” I love the way he sounds so… mature. In control. He sounds so in control. “Thanks,” I say, and I’m biting my lip as he rolls my little tits in his fingers, squeezing flesh that is barely there, tugging at nipples that send crazy sparks right through me.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”