Analysis Of The Book ' The Night '

Legs still trembling from the force of his orgasm when he fell on top of her, the sensation of Elena's tongue slipping into his mouth and the feel of her warm skin against his elicited another pleasured gasp from Brett. Despite their encounters, and their climaxes the previous night and this evening, there was a new intimate sensuality intimate that brought a tingle to his spine about laying there on top of her, skin to skin. Having kicked his boxers completely off, his satiated cock pressed to the warm flesh of her thigh their abodomens melded together as he prised her legs apart with his knee. It was an intimacy that he wouldn't have been capable of describing, and caused a pleasurable euphoric sensation of pure contentment and adoration

He ghosted his lips down your centre at a slow, extricating pace. You felt his breath on you, making your chest heave and you craving for him increased. Bucky spread your legs, grabbing you by the hips, he pulled you closer to his face. With his right hand, he began stroking you, softly with his knuckles. You wanted more. Your hips moved and Bucky took that as his cue to remove your last garment of clothing. Hooking his fingers underneath the lace, he pulled the panties off, discarding them along with the bra.

"You want me to stop, huh, bitch? he groaned, releasing his grip momentarily to issue another slap to her face. This one was harder, leaving the imprint of his hand on her face, the outlines of his digits fading from red to white when, frustrated, Tom Ross ceased fumbling with his belt and zipper, and instead, just ripped his pants open. His erection popped free, thick, and throbbing, with the bulbous purple head already glistening with precum, as his arm moved, the whip hissed in the air, and the leather straps struck the soft flesh of Lila Ross's inner thighs a harsh crack that even made the man wince, and for his eyes to

Duboius savoured the way in which the veins in the woman's neck pulsed increasingly faster against the tips of his fingers as he violated her ass, and she fought for breath. The last sensation she'd ever feel would that be of hot seed shooting into her ravaged hole, and the moment he pulled out, victorious, she'd be dead. "That's it, scream for me, bitch. Scream." His body slapped against hers, as he arched her back, and further constricted Lila's larynx under his digits until her breathing appeared to cease. Too intent was he on his mission, and the pleasure built up inside him, that Mark didn't see coming the hands that ripped him off the half-conscious woman.

All of it was consumed by his physical exertions, and with his body covering the smaller woman's, the man raped her without mercy. Eech thrust came faster, and was harder than the last as as he bent his knees, then uncurled his legs to drive his meat into her deeper. Her walls spread around him, and as he fucked her, one hand slipped from her arms to hook into the tresses as the nape of her neck. However, instead of tearing at it, as he had previously, he used his grip to shove her face-down on the sofa, so that her face was out of view, and her own sounds muffled. Tom Ross didn't want to even look at her, or hear at her, as Lila Ross was no longer a human being, simply just simply a toy with a cunt to be used for his pleasure, and soon the room was filled with the sounds of his harsh breathing, pants and groans, the slap of his balls against her thighs, and his cock brutallly slamming in and out of her

She sank to her knees and crawled underneath the table. The frustration was building but she pushed it down and ignored it. Her life was a lot better and more enjoyable if she just ignored it. Stef started with her father, crawling to him and unbuttoning his slacks. She took his cock out and gave the head a small kitten lick. The father smiled and placed a hand on her head, encouraging her to do more. She grumbled quietly to herself before wrapping her lips around him, taking in as much of him as she could. Her mouth stretched and her jaw ached a little as she began to bob her head. Her father’s hand tangled itself

The awe and confusion on his face had prompted her to kiss him again, eventually he kissed her back. All the pent up emotions from the day came out in their kisses. She held his face in her hand as she tried to show him that he was not a monster. He timidly wrapped his arms around her and she let her feelings lead. Leaning into his embrace she let her own hands tug at his tunic. She removed her own shirt and hip scarf. Taking his trembling hands in her own soft brown ones, she guided him and showed him how to touch her. From there, any remaining clothes were removed and they found comfort in each other’s embrace. It was a pleasurable experience for both, his sweet inexperience was exactly what she had needed after a long day of heavy emotions. Having him help her escape had never been a motive of her plan, but when he offered she gladly accepted. She never regretted their one night together. He had never mentioned it and she had never dared to either. It was a secrete just between them. She had been his first, she was also the first person to look at him and tell him he was not a monster. She knew he had feelings for her, but he had never interfered with her relationship with

"You going to cum for me again, slut?" He continued to taunt, as he pushed further and deeper into her tight ass, until his entire shaft was buried insider her, then suddenly, he thrust hips hips, and groaned out loud, bucking and thrashing, and began to pump. Simulataneously, the hand which had teased Lexi's clit dropped further, and he thrust two up into her still soaked slit as his chest slapped against her back, his balls against her butt, and he mattress bounced, forcing his digits to drive into her with every increasing force and speed as he grunted, and panted, and moaned next to her ear, the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin, and her soaked cunt being finger fucked as he rammed in and out of her ass echoing off the walls along with the sounds of his moans and pants as he got closer to his own release; Karl planning to leave it to the very last minute before he pulled out, so that he could roll the Heiress over, and coat her tight used body in his seed. An image to keep him amused as he went about the rest of his day's

"You taught me how to do that." Richard shrugged and shot Lexi a wink before he just as deftly hiked her blouse up to expose her tits to his view. "I missed these." After providing Lexi's firm tits with a admiring glance, he bent to kiss both, pulling the cups of her bra completely free, and alternately worked his way down the slopes of both. When he reached a nipple, sucked it between his lips and flicked back and forth with the tip of his tongue. Simultaneously,

"F-faster please Joonie" you whispered into his ear. You didn't need to ask twice. Namjoon lifted his head from the crook of your neck, his one hand making it's way down to grip your hip bone as his thrusts began to pick up speed, your hips now meeting each one of his thrusts. The new rhythm had your hands gripping tightly at the bedsheets, knuckles turning white as loud moans involuntarily fell from your lips. You could feel your release building, but you needed something more to push you over the edge. Like he could read your mind, Namjoon's hand released your hip and travelled lower, his fingers finding your clit as he began rubbing circles.

Once standing, he took her hands and pulled her up to him, getting one long hug and kiss before going upstairs. Hand in hand, they took the stairs slowly, turning right at the top to enter his room. He hugged her again, leaned over and gave her another long kiss, and pulled off her tank top. Her breasts, so full and firm, pushed the bra to its limits as she reached up and undid the clasps between the cups. Free of restriction, her breasts shook free of the cups and she tossed it on the floor by her tank top. Jason quickly pulled of his own shirt, and together they fell to the mattress in each others arms. They explored each others body with wandering fingers and flicking tongues for a while. Finally, Jason unbuttoned Ginny's jeans, grabbed the side of them and top of her panties at each hip, and slowly pulled them down her well muscled legs as he kissed every inch of her

She had just finished washing when she heard the door to her bedroom open. Suspecting Mary had come to help her, boot steps were the last thing she expected to hear. When Thomas pushed the door open and entered her dressing room, it almost startled her into a scream. Allie had just stood to reach for a towel when he entered; his catching her, kept her from falling and injuring herself. The rough feel of his clothes against her naked flesh sent tingling sensations through her. Grabbing a handful of her hair, Thomas leaned her head back and kissed her soundly. His mouth on hers sent even more tingles through her body. When Thomas released her, she was plumb weak in the

Grey gets on top of Danse, straddling him, pinning his wrists down above his head. He starts grinding down on top of him, feeling how much Danse wants him. Danse is already hard, from this interaction alone, this dominance, precum wetting his underwear. And this view, the room is lit only by candle-light, the soft light defining every curve and groove on Grey’s body, every nick and scar highlighted. His hazel eyes seem illuminated by the light, brown skin radiating a warm glow. Grey, sitting on top of him, blushing, giving his cheeks a dark, rosy tone, thick thighs spread around his hips, his own erection stressing against the fabric. God he’s perfect, in every way.

Maxwell undressed slowly. Jada watched him mesmerized. His body was magnificent. His arms had gotten bigger and he looked massive. He stood before her naked and looking like an Adonis. He then told her to get undressed. Jada stood; however, her hands shook and she couldn’t do it. She started to become frustrated. He reached for her and then took over. He methodically undressed her. She now stood before him undone. Maxwell reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a condom. He put it on. Jada noticed how big he looked and she knew it would be painful, but she didn’t care. He then pushed her back on the bed. Maxwell lay on the side of her. He grabbed her breast and took it into his mouth wholly. Jada screamed out and her body jerked forward. Maxwell sucked and licked like she was ice cream. Jada squirmed. He took his time on each breast. She almost came twice from it. He then got in-between her legs and scooted down her body. For a moment he just looked at her stomach. He didn’t move. Then she saw the tear and it fell onto her belly. Jada jerked as it touched down. She whispered his name. Looking at her now she could still see the hurt in his beautiful blue eyes. He then crawled up the length of her body and settled between her. He put his hand around his penis and guided inside her. Jada shuddered and moved forward to try and accommodate him. It had been quite a while and his powerful thrusts bought tears to her eyes. He moved inside her inch by inch. He groaned at how good she felt. He then put his hands under her and bought her up to meet his thrusts fully. He whispered, “Damn.” Jada moved as best she could. He was not all the way in, but she would make the best of it. All she knew was that she wanted to feel this connection with her husband. Maxwell moved inside her slow and sweet. He didn’t rush at all. He thrust long and deep. Jada moaned in pleasure and she met him with her on.

“I miss you already.” “I don’t need to leave. I can stay…” “Mmm.” It was the eve of our wedding and Bella and I were lying in her narrow bed together, as was our habit. Though it was August, she was wrapped in her usual swaddling blanket, a protection against the chill of my skin. The bulky afghan did not prevent Bella’s hands from wandering about, exploring the unclothed parts of my body. If she had her way, both of us would be even less clothed. I found shirtless to be challenge enough. With Bella’s fingers probing the outlines of each muscle and bone above my waistband, her lips on mine, I was both awash in pleasure and sinking into concern. Some might call it performance anxiety and I could