Enduring Love Dialectical Journal

He pulls her breast into his face, taking in a long whiff, kissing around her neck, softly.

“No, I’m not done yet.” He places a hand on her chest, easing her back down and pulls her shirt up past her amazing titts. He takes his time touching, licking, biting, kissing every inch of them. He can tell she’s worked up when she thrust against him. He slides down, kissing her stomach as he goes, only stopping when he reaches her hips. He props her up on his forearms and feasts on her, no warning, no warm up. He’s so he might come from her taste alone.

“Chace held me just like he did at the creek party. Only this time he brushed his lips against my temple. I felt this fluttering in my stomach. After that, I wanted him to kiss me.”

"Goddamn, Kurapika," Leorio hissed, tearing away from his lips to attack his neck. A jolt of pleasure ran down Kurapika's spine, followed by a small, whimpery sound he would have been ashamed of if he hadn't been so distracted. Leorio began suckling and nibbling, exploring the skin there with his lips and teeth and tongue, and it was good, so damn good all Kurapika could do was cling to Leorio's shoulders for dear life, making little rocking motions were slowly driving them both insane.

Oaaf grabs her by the net and drags her closer. His tongue comes out and he licks her neck. She tries to wriggle away, but his grip is strong. His tongue works its way around from one ear to the other. He bends his head lower and licks on her nipples. He is getting more erect as he breathes in her scent. Lapping at her nipples in long strokes, he arouses her quickly.

She braces her hands on his bare chest and rubs herself against him, earning a soft groan in response. Surely his body is made for exactly this. She leans down to kiss him again, messier this time, and his hands slide down to her hips again, squeezing and relaxing as she grinds into his lap. He starts to breathe faster, hold her tighter, and thrust against her more urgently. She pushes away from him and he looks terrified, like he’s offended her in some way and now she’s going to close the bond.

Your quiet breathing tickles my nose and I realise how close we are right now. I devour every detail; every freckle and mole, the gentle creases by your eyes, the stubble just beginning to pierce through the skin along your jaw. I watch as your eyelids gently flutter open, hazy with dreams, and in that moment my favourite colour changes from lilac to the murky green that is you. We lay there staring at each other, raw and open, vulnerable.

Takashi was in the corner, crying his soul out. Unaware what was happening, I ran to him, pulling him into a hug, calming him down like how I usually do it when he has nightmares. “Where’s Hiro?” I ask, noticing that I didn’t sense him. Takashi lifts his shaky hands to point. I grew concern about how Takashi was acting. I never saw Takashi so scared before.

Shu stares at his knees for what seems like an eternity. His hands—his beautiful, skillful hands—lay weakly on his legs. Every part of Nazuna aches to grab one, lace his fingers with Shu’s, comfort him. And before he can stop himself—

“I can’t wait to taste you,” Leorio continued breathily, hooking his fingers under the elastic waistband of his boxers. “I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me, Kurapika…”

With those words said, he placed her on her feet in front of the enormous sliding glass wall facing the ocean. He stood behind her and pressed his body to her back. His arms encased her small frame, his mouth lowered to graze her ear as he moved her hair from her neck. He felt a small quiver from her tight body as his tongue slide in and around her ear. He sensed her heart race beneath her breast as his hands came up to cup their weight in his palms. His mouth slid to the slender column of her neck where he place tender kisses and sweet bites to her young flesh.

"Aah!! A-ah.... Ah!" Kenma moans as Kuroo continues to rub against him, getting faster and pressing down harder with every movement.

It all happens so fast – one minute I’m falling, the next I’m in his arms, and he’s hold- ing me tightly against his chest. .I inhale his clean, vital scent. He smells of fresh laundered linen and some expensive body-wash. Oh my, it’s intoxicating. I inhale

I follow your instructions, moving to stand behind you, slipping my arms around you, and cupping your breasts through the red satin. You lean back against ma as I do, your eyes closed and your breathing growing more and more labored.

Kendall repeated her question. “So I got him cornered.” Zhane stretch up, more on the left side. The emu grunted like he was adding into the story. “Bruiser here rushed me and I leapt on him.” Zhane paused and blushed before adding. “We both went to the ground.”