The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women

by Bray, Kimberly

  “’Riss?” he muttered groggily, looking down at her. When he realized what she was doing he smirked and laid his head back down.

  She stopped long enough to tell him how much she missed doing this for him, and then continued by trailing her tongue up the underside of his dick. He shivered and moaned, biting his lip as she took him all the way back into her mouth.

  Her tongue swirled around him, teasing and making him buck his hips upwards. His head tapped the back of her throat as he did so, but it didn’t bother her. She’d practiced a long time on him and she knew how to handle him.

  She kept going for quite a while until she knew he was dangerously close, and then she stopped. He sighed with disappointment, especially as she got up from the bed and started to walk towards the door.

  “Babe, where are you goin’?” he wondered, frowning at her.

  “I’m making breakfast. You can finish yourself off, right?” She winked, teasing him, and closed the door behind her as she headed for the kitchen.

  Of course, she wasn’t just going to leave him hanging completely. He’d take care of himself now and she would give him something better after they ate. She enjoyed taunting him though and creating anticipation. It made things more exciting and it made him that much more enthusiastic when they had sex afterwards.

  She put on her bath robe and she cooked eggs, bacon, and sausage links. She was particularly hungry after the previous night’s events. It had been a while since she’d had sex and it had taken a considerable amount of her energy to ride him like she did.

  When Mac came into the kitchen he was still naked and she found it very hard to focus on finishing the food. He looked so good, his hair still a mess from sleeping.

  “Good morning,” she greeted.

  “Mhm, wonderful morning,” he retorted a bit sarcastically. “That wasn’t very nice of you.”

  “I know, but it was fun.”

  He narrowed his eyes at her mischievously and made his way over to her. “Oh yeah? Well I can think of something else that would be even more fun.”

  He wrapped his arms around her waist and untied her bath robe. She didn’t bother trying to stop him. As much as she wanted to finish cooking, his strong hands were just about impossible to resist.

  When the robe was out of the way, still hanging on her shoulders, his hands ran down her stomach and caressed her gently. She shivered under his touch and leaned her head back on his shoulder.

  “Let me finish this,” she protested half-heartedly.

  “I don’t think so,” he whispered in her ear. “I think that stove can be turned off and you can get your pretty little self up on that counter.”

  “But it’s almost done.”

  “So it can wait just a little bit longer.” He reached forward and turned off the stove, and then took the spatula from her hand.

  She turned around, meeting his gaze and shaking her head at him. He simply smiled and pushed the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

  “I want you right now and I’m going to have you,” he whispered huskily, his face hovering close to hers. He scooped her up, forcing her to wrap her arms and legs around him, his erection pressing into her warm center as he set her on the kitchen counter.

  “You have very inconvenient timing,” she teased. “I was going to take care of you after breakfast.”

  “Don’t lie, you know you want this,” he countered, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it over her clit.

  She squirmed and gripped his shoulders, unable to deny his words. She always wanted him and when he was in front of her like this, so close to being inside of her, it was too hard to say no.

  “Yes, I do, so why don’t you give it to me?”

  “Oh, I don’t think so. You’re not getting it that easily; not after what you did earlier.” He grinned and started to kiss her neck, his hand running down her leg. His other hand slowly traced down her stomach.

  She sighed and closed her eyes, soaking up the tantalizing feeling of his fingers and lips on her skin. This man knew so very well how to drive her crazy and make her ache for more until she begged. She figured that’s what he was planning to do now.

  He never touched her between her legs after that first moment. His hands roamed everywhere else though. They explored her whole body, caressing her legs and feet before making their up to her breasts where he rubbed his thumbs wistfully over her nipples. From there he slid a hand up her neck and into her hair, which he tugged ever so gently.

  Her head tilted back and he ran his tongue over her collar bone and up to her ear. His fingers were now running down her back and he stepped closer to her, letting the head of his cock just barely rub along her slit.

  She whimpered at that and wrapped her legs around him, urging him closer. He only laughed though—a deep, raspy laugh that told her he was just as eager as she was.

  “Mac, I want you in me,” she told him, her lips brushing against his ear.

  “Not yet, babe. Be patient.”

  “I’ve been patient.” She pulled his hips even closer with her legs and pushed her groin into his. She was going to get what she wanted just like she had last night and he wasn’t going to make her wait any longer for it.

  Karissa reached down between them and grasped his length, pushing into herself and moving her hips forward so that he slid in all the way. Oh wow, did that feel good. All of the build-up had driven her crazy with lust and she was so wet and ready now.

  Mac couldn’t turn her down once he was inside of her. He instantly started to thrust, groaning with satisfaction and gripping her hips tightly. It had taken a lot for him to resist doing this right away and she could tell.

  Her hands moved down his back only to make their way back up a moment later, her nails raking over his skin. He moaned and pumped faster, pushing deeper inside of her with each movement of his hips.

  “Mac, you feel so good!” she cried out, bucking her hips to meet his thrusts.

  He started to kiss her neck again, much more eagerly this time, and he picked her up from the counter. She didn’t know where he was taking her, but she didn’t care as long he stayed inside of her. She just didn’t want to stop.

  It was obvious that was not at all his plan as he laid her on the kitchen floor. As soon as her back met the ground he started to pound into her, one hand on either side of her head for support. He held nothing back, slamming in over and over.

  His eyes met hers, burning with lust, and that only made it feel better. To see the way he wanted her and the intensity of what he felt staring her in the face like that just made each stroke more pleasurable. She had never been with anyone else who could do that to her with just a look, but she loved it.

  “Oh, Mac, faster!” she demanded, grasping a handful of his hair and moaning wildly.

  He sped up, grunting and sweating from the exertion. It was taking a lot out of him, but he didn’t slow down. He held that pace until she started to tighten around him, her orgasm rolling through her body in waves.

  She screamed his name and her body jerked from the ripples of pleasure. This pushed him over the edge as well and he came along with her, spilling himself inside of her.

  When he finished he rolled to the side and lay next to her, panting and smiling as his chest heaved.

  “It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex like that,” he admitted. “I missed it. I missed you.”

  Their eyes met and she smiled softly, nodding. “I missed you, too, Mac.”

  She sat up slowly, sighing as she started to come down from her orgasm. New feelings were taking the place of the pleasure she had just been spoiled with and she wasn’t sure what to do about them.

  “Do you think you’d ever want to give us another chance?” he asked quietly, gazing up at her.

  “Maybe…,” she muttered, shrugging. “I mean, I’d like to, but I just don't know if it will work.”

  “With love you never know what’s going to happen,” he reminded her, sitting up a
s well. He took her face in his hands and kissed her softly before he continued, “I never stopped loving you and I’m willing to do what it takes to make it work if you are.”

  Karissa’s heart swelled and she tried to make sense of the situation. For so long she had told herself she shouldn’t be with him, but was that really true? How could it be when he made her feel so incredibly happy?

  She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, and said softly, “I never stopped loving you either.”

  “So does that mean you’re willing to try?” he wondered.

  “Yeah, I guess it does.” She looked up at him and smiled, deciding it was the right choice to give him another chance. The connection between them was still electric and there was always room to grow.

  She kissed him deeply, her hand running through his hair, and told herself not to worry. Life would take them where they needed to go and in the meantime she could enjoy some truly incredible sex.

  ***

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  Outcasts

  by

  Lois Hodges

  She was excited, to say the very least. After spending 10 years as a model, retiring at the ripe old age of 26, she had no idea where her career would lead her. But apparently, the high school acting classes paid off, because here she was, on the set of a major network television show, about to dive into her first speaking role. It wasn't going to be a difficult role; she was still playing a model, and none of her lines required particular depth, but it was a role none the less.

  "Avaline?" Someone approached her, and she recognized the girl as a makeup artist, the black waist belt carrying brushes and tools that she was all too familiar with.

  "That's me."

  "Come on over here and we will get you started."

  She was ushered into a makeup chair, feeling very in place. The girl undid Avaline's long black tresses and ran a comb through them, a professional eye running over her face. Avaline knew that her face was unique; with a mix of features that were part of the four different blood lines she had. Her mother was African and Asian, while her father was Native American and English. It had helped her rise to fame.

  In her peripheral, she saw someone else sit plop down in the next chair, being prepared for the cameras as well. A shift of her head showed her that it was Daniel Gilchrest: one of the regulars on the show, and probably her favourite, the few times she had watched it. Average height, with dirty blond hair that fell into his eyes, his face carried a strong jaw line, and although slightly weather beaten, Avaline thought he was gorgeous.

  10 years as a model had taught her to look for interesting faces, not classic ones. Daniel had a reputation in the media for being a trouble maker, a loud rambunctious sort that got into brawls and backstabbed. However, Avaline had spent years in the public eye herself and so was weary of the reports that they gave. Sitting beside her now, he seemed perfectly calm and composed, even a little uneasy. She was considering how to introduce herself as his love interest when she was saved.

  "Daniel, this is Avaline, she's your Esther," a stage hand said as they walked by to hand both of them sides for the day. Avaline leaned over, offering a perfectly manicured hand.

  "Hi, nice to meet you before I die in your arms."

  His eyes were his best feature, piercing hazel with flecks of gold. He struck her as looking tired, but then, most actors did out of makeup.

  "A pleasure," he said, in a clipped accent that she knew came from his years travelling. Their eyes locked, and she saw him give her the once over. Unlike most men, though, he seemed embarrassed about it, and averted his eyes almost immediately.

  Once they were done with the makeup, the pair were led to separate costume trailers. Avaline soon found herself laced into a tight, period-appropriate corset, with a flowing skirt that mismatched, marking her as a peasant. She rather liked the role as she read through her sides; an artists model in the 1800s dying of consumption.

  Daniel looked dashing in a tuxedo, and she told him so as the extras swirled around them.

  "I was going to complain, but I see I have nothing compared to you,” he gave her a grin, indicating her corset. She shrugged, which made her breasts rise.

  "Pains of beauty."

  The other lead actors entered the scene, chattering excitedly, and also decked in formal wear. Avaline introduced herself, eager for discussion. It didn't take long, however, to notice that Daniel always distanced himself from the group, speaking only to say his lines or ask a work question. When lunch was called, the others, already fast friends, beckoned her. She turned to him.

  "Shall we?"

  "Ah, well," he looked from the retreating group to her. "I usually eat in my trailer. But you go on."

  "Why?" she asked, and he raised an eyebrow.

  "Why what?"

  "Why don't you stay here and eat?"

  He offered her a tight smile, but shook his head.

  "It's a long and boring story, love, not worth telling. But you go on..."

  "I..." She turned to the bustling set, and then shrugged. "If you're sure."

  "I'm sure," he replied, and so, with a smile, she headed off.

  The rest of the day flew by, and although it was enjoyable, Avaline was happy to get back to her apartment. She knew they had several days of long shoots ahead, and she was feeling a bit out of her depth with these experienced actors.

  Later, reclining on her bed, Avaline pulled out her laptop. She surfed for a bit, checking Facebook and responding to emails, but she soon ran out of things to do. After a pause, she went to Google and typed in his name.

  Images of Daniel popped up, in just about every outfit imaginable, and even some with a lack of outfit. In one, he stood shirtless, glaring at the camera with such intensity it made her blink.

  Underneath that well mannered attitude was a slim body, with lean muscle, smooth and unmarked. She crossed her legs as she clicked for picture to picture. He was stunning, there was no doubt about it. The man in the pictures was different than the man on set, on camera. In photographs, he was comfortable, at ease. But unset, he was clearly in distress.

  Ignoring the tingling she felt when looking at his pictures, she clicked back to the web articles that came up.

  34 year old Daniel Gilchrest will replace Terrence Rooney as Toby on the hit series, “Dishonour.” Terrence was let go after the shows first season due to difficulties. The cast of “Dishonour” themselves petitioned, asking fans to sign an internet form, but Terrence was let go none the less.

  Avaline raised an eyebrow, as she clicked through multiple articles of a similar nature. No wonder he was uncomfortable. She hadn't been a big fan of the show, now in it's 3rd season, so this information was new to her. Her heart went out to him as she read interviews in which the current cast actually spoke out against him. She was used to cattiness in the modeling world, but nothing like this.

  His eyes pierced through her laptop screen as she glanced at the picture one last time. His arms were well built, and she imagined her scene tomorrow, having those arms catch her and run up and down her body.

  She closed her laptop before she could think of anything further. But that didn't stop her racing heart.

  ***

  The next day, Avaline ran through the parking lot, her hands held over her head to try and stay dry. It was no use, though, as the rain poured down, and she was already causing puddles as she paused in the lobby of the studio, her dark hair dripping down her back. One of the stage hands grinned, looking at his watch.

  "28 seconds."

  "What?" she asked, resisting the urge to shake herself dry like a dog.

  "28 seconds, from car to lobby. It always rains here, so I time people as they run in. I keep telling them if they beat their time, they'll be dryer for it."

  Avaline laughed, casting her
gaze towards the parking lot as she saw other cars pull it. It was 6:58, and the cast call was 7. Sure enough, there was the rest of the cast, racing against the clock. Jerrard, the lead, emerged with Dean, his on screen brother, at the same time Daniel exited his car. Avaline raised an eyebrow, glancing at the stagehand.

  "10 bucks says Daniel beats both of them in the door."

  "You're on."

  The race to the door was extravagant, dodging puddles and worms. Avaline drew a deep breath.

  "C'mon Danny, I got money riding on you! Let's go let's go let's go!"