What She Craves Quotes

“Where are you?” she whispered. “All about you. In you. A part of you.” Light cool silkiness dragged down her stomach. “Stay absolutely still.” Warm moist air dragged past her ear. Her body trembled at the desire washing through her skin. Nipples peaked hard, her skin tingled everywhere. “Kenny.” The light caresses—a feather—trailed down her back. Her chest swelled, and her bum cheeks clenched. “The ache is returning.” “Not for long, sweet.” Hair brushed her thighs, and her hips jerked forward. Warm lips traveled up both her legs. Good Lord. Her eyes widened. Someone else caressed her. Kissed her. “Kenny? Who is with you?” “We are all here to serve you. To worship you.” His breath caressed the heated skin of her thigh. “I…I—” A tongue brushed the curls at the apex of her legs, then pushed into her slick flesh, probing and seeking the entrance to her womb. The other lips traveled up her stomach to her breasts. Groaning at the intense sensations, she squeezed her eyes shut. She shouldn’t enjoy this, but it felt so good. “Mmmm. The most exquisite taste,” Kenny said as his tongue left her mound. “You are so wet for me.” “Yes.” Fingers probed her slit. Lips suckled her nipples. “Oh, Kenny!” “So hot.” “Yes.” Warm fingers slid over her body, probing, stretching, sliding fingers in. Her hips pressed forward, opening her thighs farther for the caresses. A finger pressed into her bum. Oh! Her muscles spasmed, and bit by bit, the digit sunk fully in. Her breath caught as pressure built, and the finger buggering her picked up the same rhythm of the fingers probing her sex. Oh so…she”
― Lacy Danes, What She Craves

“The slap of flesh on flesh, flesh on wood, and wet hot cunt drove him. Fingers scratched his skin. Teeth bit his lips. She whimpered, then screamed, grinding into him. The muscles of her cunt convulsed, clasping each thrust of his shaft. His ass tingled, and his stomach clenched tight. A grunt ripped from his throat as his cock burst forth, spilling his seed within her smoldering wetness. Knees weakening, they toppled to the tile floor.   Hannah could not believe the intensity of her spend. Every muscle in her body clamped tight around Kenny’s penis. He lay atop her, phallus lodged inside her, panting heavily. Their passion was wonderful. Heavenly. She wanted more. His hands cupped her bum. Her legs wrapped wantonly around his hips, her hands tangled in his hair. So intimate, so amazing. Tears welled in her eyes as she felt every muscle, every bone, every breath of him. She wouldn’t change this first with him. Even with the pain from earlier, she would cherish this act. “Kenny?” Leaning forward, she nibbled the soft flesh below his ear. “Did I pleasure you?” She needed to hear him say yes, even if the pain no longer resided in her womb. The air swirled and feet padded past them. They behaved like animals. Her cheeks grew warm. It felt good to let her body follow her own desire. “Good God, sweet. What do you think? We are lying on the floor in the hall.” His head lifted from her, and he grinned with lazy eyes. “Yes!” She couldn’t contain her smile. He enjoyed her. A tear slid from the corner of her eye and down her cheek, and her lip trembled. She pleased him. She could please a man. Simon was wrong. “Yes,” he said between pants. “I want more, Hannah.” His finger brushed away the tear. “I want this all night. After the ceremony, will you allow me?” What was the ceremony? She didn’t care. “Yes, oh yes!” That was why she had come.”
― Lacy Danes, What She Craves