Slow and Easy: Sensual Erotica Boxed Set

by Lolita Lopez

  “Bibi!”

  His exclamation thrilled her. Knowing she could affect him so made her pussy wet. Power was one hell of an aphrodisiac, and she loved it. Logan grunted and sighed as she bobbed on his cock. Relaxing her jaw, she took more and more of his throbbing hard length between her lips. She glanced up at him as she started to suck his cock deep into the back of her throat. Resting on his elbows, Logan’s face contorted with pure ecstasy as she allowed his cock in the hot, wet alcove at the back of her throat. She’d always prided herself on her cock sucking skills and was suddenly very glad she’d given them so much practice. The look on Logan’s face was payment enough.

  Pulling back, Bibi licked her palm, slicking the skin, and worked it in tandem with her mouth. With each downward movement of her lips, Bibi stroked his cock. Up and down, up and down, until his hips lifted up to meet her. Her humming was nearly his undoing.

  “Fuck! Bibi!” His hands grasped her face, gently tugging her away from his cock. She playfully flicked her tongue against the underside of the purpling head, and he shuddered. “Not yet,” he whispered, thumb caressing her cheek. “I don’t want to come yet.”

  Nodding, she moved up his body until their lips met. He worked the robe off her arms and flung it aside. She loved the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer. He grabbed her hips and tugged her upward until she straddled his stomach. Confused, she gave him a questioning look.

  “Sit on my face, baby,” Logan urged in a low voice.

  Bibi gulped at his frank request. She considered refusing but the look in his eyes, that hungry need to eat her cunt, made her comply. With as much grace as possible, Bibi moved her trembling knees on either side of his head. Logan gripped her buttocks and pulled her pussy down over his mouth. She yelped as his flattened tongue swiping her wet slit. His rough hands clamped on her trembling thighs, forcing them wide, opening her sex to his exploring tongue. He traced her inner lips and swirled his tongue against her clit.

  The sensation he aroused was unlike any she’d ever felt. No man had ever taken to her pussy in such a way. Logan devoured her like a starving man, his tongue prodding her core, gathering her juices. His lips suckled her swollen clit, making her shriek and shake. At first, she’d tried to remain as still as possible, worried she’d inadvertently hurt him if she moved. But that strategy soon proved impossible. Hands on her breasts, eyes squeezed shut, she whimpered and gyrated atop his mouth.

  “That’s it, baby,” Logan urged excitedly. “Fuck my face.”

  His filthy words spurred her onward. Bibi fell forward, hands on the cold tile. Logan clasped her ass and held tight as he assaulted her clit. Her begging moans echoed off the tile. Toes curling, she panted and rocked against his mouth. She came suddenly, the force of her orgasm tearing a scream from her throat. Wetness gushed from her sex, and Logan lapped it up, his tongue continuing to torture her even as she begged him to stop.

  Bibi crawled away from him, her jelly legs barely supporting her weight. She rolled onto her back and shivered with aftershocks. Logan moved closer and pulled her into his arms, cradling her head against his chest. She could smell her musk on his lips as he bent to kiss her forehead. Even though she’d just had the most amazing orgasm of her life, she suddenly wanted more.

  “Bedroom,” she croaked. “Now.”

  Logan grinned mischievously. “Yes, ma’am.”

  *

  As Logan led Bibi into her bedroom, he marveled at this strange twist of fate. All this time he’d craved her, been too afraid to say anything for fear of spooking her, and she’d wanted him all along. Thank god for those crappy pipes!

  Bibi paused at her bedside table and retrieved a condom from the top drawer. He sat on the edge of her bed and kicked off his shoes. His socks and hastily yanked up jeans and boxers were quickly discarded. Bibi walked toward him, hips swaying, breasts bouncing. Her neat and short pubic hair glistened with his saliva and her juices. He could still smell her delicious cunt on his lips. Just the thought of her shrieks, her sex in spasm against his lips, made his cock twitch. She was the fucking sexiest woman he’d ever seen, and for tonight at least, she was his. He meant to enjoy every minute with her.

  Logan took the condom from Bibi’s fingers, ripped the wrapper and deftly applied the sheath to his straining dick. He drew Bibi closer and hauled her onto his lap. She moved her knees into a comfortable straddling position and slowly lowered her dripping pussy over his shaft. He kissed her, sucking lower lip between his teeth as she took every last inch of him inside her tight, hot cunt. Their kisses deepened as she rocked back and forth, his hands gripping her ass and directing her movements.

  “Ride me, Bibi. Ride me hard.”

  “Logan!”

  His hands supported her back as she bounced wildly on his cock. He could feel her slick cream pooling around the base of his cock. Bibi’s pebbled nipples brushed against his chest. A thin sheen covered her body, the tan skin flushed with arousal and exertion. The sound of the soft suction between their bodies excited Logan.

  Flopping back, Logan reveled in the sight of Bibi gyrating atop him. When she started to grind against his pelvis, he reached between them and flicked her clit with his thumb. It took only a few seconds of stimulation before she stiffened and came. Teeth clenched, he held back, content to watch her face, to listen to her mewling cries.

  All that passion he’d seen in her art found its way into her bedroom. The way she clung to him, her lips against his ear, her fingers biting into his shoulders, conveyed the depth of her lust. He’d never felt so wanted in his entire life and desperately needed to show her the same.

  Cradling her against his chest, Logan carefully stood and spun around until his knees touched the edge of the mattress. He lowered her to the bed and climbed between her welcoming thighs. Slipping into her hot depths, he sensually claimed her lips. Bibi mewled softly, her hands caressing his sides. He cupped her face and brushed gentle kisses over her nose and lips. Languid and smooth, he thrust into her.

  With each deep stroke, Bibi’s lips fell open and her eyes widened. Wanting to show her just how good he could make her feel, Logan sat back on his heels and lifted her legs, hooking them over his shoulders. Bibi gasped at the change. His newly angled cock stroked all the right places. Her fingernails dug into his thighs, her toes pressed against his nape.

  “Faster!” Bibi groaned and clutched at his thighs. “Fuck! More, Logan! More!”

  He hastened the snap of his hips, pounding his cock into her tight cunt. She practically wept as she pleaded for deliverance. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth. He sucked her fingertips, coating them with his saliva. He placed the fingers against her curls. “Rub your pussy for me.”

  Bibi breathlessly complied, seemingly desperate for release. He loved the look of wanton abandon coloring her face. The determined arch of her eyebrows, the little “O” her lips made. Holding onto her lifted thighs, Logan whipped his hips at breakneck speed. Bibi’s brass headboard knocked against the wall with an alarming rate. His muscles burned but he ignored them. He wanted Bibi to unravel beneath him. He wanted her to always remember what he’d done to her.

  Erratic spasms heralded Bibi’s orgasm. She called his name again and again until—finally—she shrieked and convulsed. He groaned at the rippling sensation of her cunt milking his cock. His balls tightened and drew up just seconds before he felt the euphoric rush of orgasm. Dropping her legs, Logan bent forward and kissed her, stifling her outbursts as his cum filled the latex reservoir. They jerked and panted, hands clutching, breaths mixing, heartbeats wildly stuttering.

  Logan reluctantly withdrew and stumbled into the bathroom. When he returned to the bedroom, he found Bibi resting on her side, curiously regarding him. His belly tightened with apprehension. Did she regret their tryst? Would she toss him out now?

  A sleepy smile graced her blissed-out face. She reached out for him. “Stay?”

  Relief washed over him. He gave a small nod. “Ye
s.”

  Chapter Three

  Ticklish butterfly kisses dancing across her lower back woke Bibi from a deep sleep. Blinking with confusion, she spotted the top drawer of her bedside table slightly ajar. The grayish light of early morning illuminated the room. More feverish kisses dotted the curves of her derriere, spurring memories of the night prior. She smiled lazily. “Logan.”

  “Bibi,” he replied, his lips against her ass. He slowly kissed his way up her spine and curved his body against hers. She melted against him, pressing her backside against his morning erection. His muscular arms encircled her waist. Goose bumps erupted on her skin as his teeth grazed the turn of her throat. His scent made her ache for closeness. She reached back and sifted her fingers through his short hair.

  Logan’s callused fingers found their way into the thatch of hair covering her sex. She shifted her legs, inviting him inside. A soft groan penetrated the early morning silence as Logan teasingly circled her clit. Ever so slowly, his fingers drifted lower. Already slick cream oozed from her core.

  “You make me so wet, Lo,” Bibi whispered. Growling, Logan buried his face in her hair. She brought his free hand to her breast, encouraging him to toy with her nipple. Each pinch elicited sharp gasps and sent fiery jolts straight to her clit. She bucked against him, widening her legs, urging him to penetrate her.

  But he didn’t.

  “Roll onto your belly, baby.” Bibi obeyed, sighing as Logan nipped at her neck. Resting her chin on folded arms, she relaxed into Logan’s touch. He straddled her thighs and massaged her shoulders and back with his big, strong hands.

  When Logan palmed her buttocks, his thumb brushed against the pucker hidden between them. Butterflies danced through Bibi’s belly. She pushed back against his hands, silently encouraging him to continue. He seemed to understand and grasped her thighs, lifting her onto her knees, fully exposing her pussy and ass. Logan slipped a pair of fingers into her slick channel and started to finger-fuck her. Bibi moaned as his thick digits speared in and out of her pussy. The fingers of his other hand flicked her clit. She clawed at the sheets as he pushed her closer and closer to orgasm.

  But it was the playful nip of her bottom that sent her reeling headlong into climax. Logan’s teeth bit into her fleshy backside and she came hard, her cunt pulsing around his thrusting fingers. She expected him to stop as her orgasm subsided but he didn’t. Instead, Logan’s fingers picked up their pace once again. With each thrust, they pinged her g-spot until she was shrieking and ready to come again. “Logan! Unnnnhhh! Unnnnhhh! AAAHH!”

  “Come for me, baby,” Logan growled. “Squirt all over my hand.”

  Toes curled, Bibi gushed around his fingers. The wild sensation left her breathless and shaking and near passing out. She lost total control as Logan forced her to come and come and come. When he finally showed mercy and removed his hand, she slumped forward and fought to breathe, to think, again.

  He smeared the wet juices clinging to his fingers over her asshole. As he gently worked his thumb inside, Bibi whimpered at the overwhelming sensation of his fingers probing her ass. It wasn’t often that she indulged in a little anal play but it was something she always craved. And now Logan offered her that chance.

  Bibi glanced over her shoulder, catching Logan’s heady gaze. “Fuck my ass, Logan.”

  “Christ, Bibi!” Logan’s face flushed at her stark request. “Do you have any lube?”

  “Top drawer,” she said and pointed to the bedside table.

  He quickly leaned over her and reached inside the drawer to grab the necessary items. Clit pulsing, Bibi groaned with need. She’d never been so hot and aroused. Logan made her crazy with desire. “Hurry, Lo! I want your cock in me. Now!”

  Behind her, Logan quickly applied the condom. Bibi inhaled a sharp breath when she felt the dollop of cold lube. Again, Logan pushed his finger inside her, sliding it back and forth. A second finger soon followed, stretching her, priming her for his stiff dick. The fingers of his other hand rubbed her clit and kept her aroused.

  When she felt the head of his cock prodding, she breathed deeply and consciously relaxed, welcoming him slowly into her tight sleeve. Biting her lip, she took his rigid shaft. Her fingers replaced his against her clit. The tiny shocks of pleasure from massaging the pink nub eased the sting of his cock stretching her small hole.

  “You’re so fucking tight, Bibi.” Logan’s breathless voice thrilled her. Hands clasping her waist, he thrust leisurely, taking her gently. Too gently for her liking. Bibi shoved back against him, fully meeting his thrusts. She loved the full sensation of his cock buried deep in her ass. The burning, the slight stretching, the dull ache and fullness. She wanted more, wanted it rough and raw and nasty. Logan took the hint and gave her exactly what she wanted.

  Soon they fucked wildly, the bed shaking, their mutual groans and pants filling the room. Bibi flicked her clit with one hand and fisted the sheets with the other. She was so close. Pleasure coiled in her belly. Moaning, whimpering, she strummed her clit faster and faster. When her orgasm crashed down, she came so hard not a single noise left her throat. She stiffened, open mouth against the sheets, toes flexing.

  Logan pounded Bibi into the mattress. Still coming, she reached back and gripped his thigh. He bent over her, his lips on her shoulder and snapped his hips. Grunting, Logan came with a series of shallow thrusts. Still shuddering, he fell atop her.

  For a long while, they lay motionless. Logan carefully pulled away from her. She watched him disappear into the bathroom and return. Although drunk on a post-orgasm rush, Bibi couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next. She’d done the unthinkable and succumbed to her lust. Who knew what the repercussions would be?

  Logan climbed into bed beside her and planted a noisy kiss on her shoulder. He put pressure on her shoulder, urging her to roll onto her back. Leaning on his elbow, he gazed down at her. She squirmed under his intense scrutiny. “What?”

  He shook his head. “You’re just so beautiful to me.”

  A pleased and slightly embarrassed smile curved her lips. “Yeah?”

  “Mmm-hmmm,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, nose, and cheeks.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” she teased, burrowing close to his warmth.

  Logan chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. “So what now?”

  Her chest constricted. She considered dancing around the subject but decided this wasn’t the time for prevarication. It was time to be ballsy. “I want you here, like this, all the time.”

  “Oh, thank god,” Logan said, obviously relieved. She looked at him in surprise. He kissed her again. “Bibi, I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you in that dump of a building. It’s killed me to see you with other guys but I just couldn’t—.”

  “Risk it,” she finished for him. Grinning, he nodded. Bibi groaned and rolled her eyes. “We’re quite a pair, Lo.”

  “That we are,” he said, giving her a squeeze. After a short pause, he piped up again. “You hungry?”

  “Starving,” she said, realizing she’d skipped dinner.

  “I make a mean breakfast.”

  “That so?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Sex and breakfast?” She snuggled closer. “I could get used to this….”

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  INDECENT

  Tummy aquiver with anticipation, Trini pressed her back against the stone wall and inhaled a steadying breath. The coolness of the stone seeped through the thin turquoise fabric of her skimpy jacket. Balmy evening air kissed her cheeks. Gulping nervously, she pulled the white cotton gloves from her waistband and slipped her fingers inside. She tugged the ivory half-mask down over forehead and across her nose. An elastic band held it snugly against her face. Trini plunked the flamboyant top hat onto her head and made sure it was pulled down tight. Her fingers danced across the oversized 10/6 price tag tacked onto the left side.

  From down below came the soft hum of excited voices. Energized by the sounds of the m
illing crowd, Trini smoothed her palms over the black shorts clinging to her derriere and barely skimming her upper thighs. A tiny smile curved her lips. It was now or never.

  Summoning all her courage, Trini punched the play button on the boom box sitting on the ledge. A second later the brassy intro of Joe Cocker’s You Can Leave Your Hat On filtered through the speakers. Cheers and whistles erupted from below. They knew what was coming.

  With the grace of a gymnast, Trini vaulted onto the wide ledge of the Academic Building’s roof, her bare soles balancing on the rough stone. At the sight of Trini in her sexy Mad Hatter getup, the crowd of coeds went wild. A thrill of excitement rippled through her body. Trini lived for the adrenaline rush stripping in public provided. Every semester for the past four years, she’d carefully planned these little illicit displays of exhibitionism, dropping discreet clues around campus and on various online networking sites. With each daring escapade, her audience grew. Tonight, her final show at the university, didn’t disappoint. At a glance, Trini estimated triple her last crowd.

  Of course, the popularity brought its own risks, namely quicker discovery by the campus police. But as an applied mathematics major, Trini easily calculated the odds of evasion and capture. She planned her strip teases down to the very last second and studied the various escape routes and their odds of success. Besides, the thrill of the chase only heightened the post-show orgasm she’d later gift herself as a reward.

  Hips sensually swinging, Trini lowered into a wide-legged crouch and then slowly rose to full stature. She flung her top hat into the crowd before carefully turning and shaking her tight ass for the crowd’s delight. Her fingers worked the loose knot of her garish yellow and turquoise tie. Facing the crowd again, she let the tie flutter toward the ground. Trini grasped the exaggerated lapels of her jacket and spread the fabric wide, showing off her glittery gold push-up bra and tan tummy. The jacket sleeves whisked down her arms. She twirled the jacket overhead before launching it into the crowd.