So, here's the tip I can toss out: keep the details relatively hazy, rely on hints and euphemisms (leave enough to the imagination while hinting at stuff), and focus more on poetic language than erotic ones. Skill with description and prose will come in handy here. I like to blend explicit detail that's more on the foreplay side, metaphor, simile, internal responses to things, and so forth.
I actually just did this earlier today, so I'll give you an example to go off of if you want to judge if my advice is worth listening to or not. Also, with a note of criticism to myself, I DID intentionally go a bit more sensual and might not be "as" hazy as initially planned. Who knows, this is from the first draft of my next novel. WIP and all that. Regardless, these are my tips and this is me practicing what I preach.
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Cassidy’s heart stuttered as she jerked her head.
“You look like you could use a break,” Rebecca said. “And know what’s great for a break? A massage! I could give you one if you’d like.”
A smile blossomed on Cassidy’s lips as the tension melted away. Becca was a haven in the middle of a storm. She should’ve trusted her sooner. If only she had trusted her sooner… What could they have accomplished together? How much more could they have done with each other? No matter. The past was the past. She couldn’t change it, but she could make up for every second that she wasted.
“Don’t play coy with me,” Cassidy said, her voice low and husky.
Rebecca cocked her head and flashed a smile teeming with falsehoods. “Why, whatever do you mean? I’m just offering to give you a massage.”
Cassidy leaned in closer, her lips grazing Rebecca’s ear. “You want me naked. Luckily for you, I wish to be naked.”
Rebecca’s breath hitched as Cassidy brushed her tongue against her earlobe.
With a voice that dripped with honey, Cassidy whispered, “Shall we cut to the chase?”
Rebecca shoved Cassidy back against the soft sofa cushions, jolting her heart as she straddled Cassidy’s hips and claimed her lips. Rebecca’s lips were like ripe strawberries, plump and succulent. Her tongue probed at Cassidy’s lips, begging for entrance.
Cassidy slid her tongue forward as a blaze erupted inside her. I could spend eternity like this, she thought as she slipped her hands beneath the back of Rebecca’s shirt, traced a path up her smooth skin, and found her bra. She unclasped it with practiced ease.
The soft rustle of fabric filled the air as they peeled away their clothes and lost themselves in the rhythm of their longings. Every movement – every brush of fingertips, every press of the lips, and every flick of the tongue – was a note in a symphony of ecstasy. Cassidy was a virtuoso of her craft, a conductor of pleasure, coaxing out cries and demands for more. Their moans mingled together in a melody that crescendoed with every passing second and left them bucking when they reached the brink. A salty sweetness coated Cassidy’s lips and tongue once all was said and done.
The couple drifted off together in one another’s arms not long after. They were exhausted, satisfied, and unaware of the trial which awaited them in the morning.
