Chapter 14

~Some Short Hot Scenes~

1. Fingersmith by Sarah Waters

"That's what I thought. I thought I must show her how to do it, or her fear would spoil our plot. So kissed her again. They I touched her.

I touched her face. I began at the meeting of our mouths—at the soft wet corners of our lips—then found her jaw, her cheeks, her brow—I had touched her before, to wash and dress her, but never like this. So smooth she was! So warm!

It was like I was calling the heat and shape of her out of the darkness—as if the darkness was turning solid and growing quick, under my hand."

~It starts with an innocent kiss, but it gets much sweeter (and hotter) from there. The rush of abandonment, impropriety, and deceit are all too much. ~

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2. Night Secrets by Kat Martin

"With his hands and his mouth, he caressed her, his fingers moving down her body, pausing for a moment at her navel, then sliding lower.

They sifted through the thatch of copper curls at the base of her thighs, gently eased her legs apart, slipped between the damp folds of her sex, and a long dark finger slid inside her."

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3. The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks

"The world seemed dreamlike as she pulled back from him, the firelight setting her face aglow. Without speaking, she started to undo the button on his shirt. He watched her as she made her way downward.

With each button he could feel her fingers brushing against his skin, and she smiled softly at him when she finally finished [...] She felt short of breath as he lowered his head and kissed between her breasts and slowly ran his tongue up her neck.

His hands gently caressed her back, her arms, her shoulders, and she felt their heated bodies press together, skin to skin."

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4. The Snow Queen by Michael Cunningham

"He moves in on her. It happens more quickly than usual; there's no gesture of seduction, however brief. He is at one moment looking into her face, helpless and imploring, and at the next, he's pressing his lips to hers, as if her mouth were an oxygen mask [...] Tyler gets up onto his knees, pulls his jeans and boxers down.

His hard-on pops. Liz kicks off her boots,pulls her own jeans and thong off, shimmies them down to her ankles and thrashed them away, spreads her legs around Tyler's hips. Tyler gets only the briefest look at her crotch—the trimmed line of her dark pubic hair, the robust pink of her labia—before pushing back down onto her."

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5. Burn by Maya Banks

"There would be plenty of time to exert his dominance, to have her submit in all manner of ways. Today was about their first time together and establishing trust. It was about him taking care of her needs.

Pleasuring her [...] He leaned down, pressing his mouth between her breasts. She arched into him, seeing more of his mouth. So he gave her more, kissing a line down to her belly. A soft moan escaped and her stomach clenched and quivered beneath his mouth."

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6. Voyager by Diana Gabaldon

"He drew me gently in, to stand between his knees as he sat on the bed. Then he kisssed me softly, once on each breast, and laid his head between them, his breath coming warm on my bare skin [...] I wanted him, all right; my breasts ached and my belly was tight with it, the unaccustomed rush of arousal slippery between my legs, opening me for him.

But as strong as lust, was the desire to simply be taken, to have him master me, quell my doubts in a moment of rough usage,take me hard and swiftly enough to make me forget myself."

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7. High school sweethearts reunite after years apart in "Americanah" by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

High School Sweethearts from Lagos, Nigeria, Ifemelu and Obinze reunite after years apart. Obinze has since married another woman since their youthful courtship, but the connection between them is long-lasting and the two can't resist falling back into their comfortable, electric attraction.

"There was, between them, a weightless, seamless desire. She leaned in and kissed him, and at first he was slow in his response, and then he was pulling up her blouse, pushing down her bra cups to free her breasts.

She remembered clearly the firmness of his embrace, and yet there was, also, a newness to their union; their bodies remembered and did not remember.

She touched the scar on his chest, remembering it again. She had always thought the expression 'making love' a little maudlin; 'having sex' felt truer and 'fucking' was more arousing, but lying next to him afterwards, both of them smiling, sometimes laughing, her body suffused with peace, she thought how apt it was, that expression 'making love.'

There was an awakening even in her nails, in those parts of her body that had always been numb. She wanted to tell him, 'There is no week that passed that I did not think of you.' But was that true? Of course there were weeks during which he was folded under layers of her life, but it felt true

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8. Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

"Or, if you will, thrusting me beneath your clothing,Where I may feel the throbs of your heart, or rest upon your hip,Carry me when you go forth over land or sea;For thus, merely touching you, is enough—is best,And thus, touching you, would I silently sleep and be carried eternally."

~Walt Whitman is one of the many writers who proves that poetry can be a turn on. And you told your English teacher it was stupid... :D

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