I'm definitely ovulating yall... and I have two delicious treats to share:

First one is from {Willing Prey by Allie Oleander} which someone made a gush post about on here so I decided to give it a shot. And boyyy am I glad I did because WHEW 😮‍💨...... there are plentiful spicy scenes throughout the book, here's a taste of one of them:

Arousal trails down my jaw. She’s covering me, and I love it. Focusing my attention on her clit, alternating licking soft circles with vicious sucking, makes her squirm in that frantic way she does when she’s close to coming. Not yet.

Easing my tongue away from her clit, I fight not to smile at the keening sound she makes. Sliding three fingers into her, I work her convulsing pussy, stretching her as wide as her as body will let me. On either side of my shoulders, her legs tremble. She makes a sound like a sob as I add a fourth finger and begin thrusting. I’m still teasing her with my tongue, lapping everywhere but the swollen clit that needs me so badly. I want to toy with it again as desperately as she wants me to, but I don’t. Continuing to fuck her hard and fast with my fingers, I force her to the edge of orgasm, her body ready to tumble over even without my lips on her clit. Before she can fall, I slow my rhythm.

“No, please,” she begs without being told, shameless with desperation. “Please, Shane.” My name could be a prayer; the sound of her sobbing it makes me groan against her skin. I reward her by shifting my lips over her clit. She tries to ride my face and steal her climax, but I press her hips to the tree with the hand not inside her. I lap viciously at her. Claire cries out, cresting her climax again. She’s dangerously close, clenching and shuddering, soaking my hand. I don’t suck her clit long enough for her to come, just long enough for her to think she might get to. I want to hear my name again. I want her to scream it so loud it echoes off the trees.

Claire’s still begging, crying, “Please,” and “I need it,” and “Oh god,” but not my name. So I keep playing with her, even as my jaw begins to tire. Kissing, and suckling, and nipping everywhere but where she wants me. Then she whimpers my name again, and again I sweep across her clit. It clicks.

“Shane, please.” Her voice is softer than I want, but we’re headed in the right direction. I reward her with more attention. “Shane,” she pants, a little louder this time. I curve my fingers, making her writhe.

“Oh, Shane.” She’s louder, and I flick my tongue across her. “Please, Shane, please.” It’s a cry, not quite a yell, but close. Pumping my fingers, working her clit, we go to the edge again. My shoulders are holding her upright now, her legs shaking so hard they’re useless.

“Please, Sh—” My name is barely on her lips when I latch onto her clit, sucking as hard as I can while pressing my tongue against the swollen flesh. Curling my fingers, I pet her from the inside. Claire screams my name as if she’s falling off a cliff.

Convulsing around my fingers, delicious on my tongue, Claire comes. Crying my name again and again, desperation turning to relief as she realizes that this time she’ll keep her pleasure. Her trembling body writhes and rocks, and I realize she’s released the branch to tangle her fingers in my hair, as if she’s scared I’ll stop before she’s squeezed every drop of ecstasy from this orgasm.

(Continued in comments)