His soft, gentle, fingers trailed a flame down my arm as he let them trace it down to my hand that lay across my stomach. I sighed, content in our lovemaking. Myles’ blue eyes showed his satisfaction in having pleasured me so well. We both knew that it would not last long- it never did. Just his eyes upon me, initiated pleasurable pulsations that began deep in my pleasure place and then traveled through my body. When he licked his lips, I felt it down there… He knew I would soon want him inside me again and the curl of his lip showed his pompous, superiority over all things sexual. He leaned over me and let his tongue trace around the nipple of my left breast before he nibbled at it with his lips and then suckled tenderly. When I began to moan softly, he took my mouth with his and kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring the depths of my desire. His hand left my breast and traveled down to the soft fleshy mons between my thighs. Slowly and gently, he probed until he had me begging him to penetrate me. I wanted his large phallus inside me, but he continued to tease, his lips trailing fire over my body; he wanted me to beg for it.
She felt the strength in his arms as he lifted her as if she weighed nothing. His hands gripping her back side as if he wanted to commit every last curve to memory. But it was the kiss that send her mind spinning. She moaned and met his passion with her own, her teeth catching his bottom lip and tugging as her body pressed firmly against his.
He catches my fist, his big hand overwhelming mine and twisting it back. A whimper barely escapes my lips, as he knocks my hand down and his fist collides with my upper stomach. I double over, gasping for air, unable to breath. Breath, my brain yells at me in a panic. And in that panic, I reach for his knife on his belt. He sees me coming from a mile away.
He was still sleeping, curled up in a ball with dark hair covering his face. Placing the platter down on the nightstand, you tucked a large chunk of hair behind his ear and placed soft kisses along his jaw as a wake up call. He hummed in response, opening his eyes and turning his head towards you. A lazy smile was plastered across his face as you pressed his lips to his, admiring his warmth. "What is that delicious smell?" His voice was deeper and raspier than usual- you loved his morning voice.
“I will never, ever leave you. I promise on my cute little butt.” Suddenly, his hand slipped down my body to grope my butt. I squealed and almost fell from his arms from squirming. His grip on me intensified and I leaned up to kiss him.
*You move your hands down on her arms and her body shivers at your touch. You grab her Breton top and pull it over her head quickly, and she grabs your dick again. You unhook her bra and let it slide it down her arms. You move your hands to her front and hug her, as you take her breasts in your hands and start squeezing them. She starts moving her hand faster now, but you grab her hand and stop her.*
His lips landed roughly on yours, stealing the air from your lungs and leaving your mind empty, devoid of all thoughts except one. Your hands tangled in his thick hair, tugging as you felt your body burn with sudden heat. His teeth nipped roughly at your neck before his lips lavished it with attention, making your body demand his. You could feel his smirk against your skin and you sighed in sweet resignation. You hadn't seen him in three days and it looked like he had missed you as much as you had missed him.
There was a gradual rise to climatic actions as he began to venture through every crevice of your body. He knew where to touch you which made you smirk as laid kisses all over your neck. James knew what the hell he was doing. You
Nolan's hand cupped my cheek as his lips moved against mine desperately. An unsettling and fluttering feeling came inside me, shutting my eyes and making me lean into him. One of my hands rest on his chest which was rising and falling at the same accelerating speed as mine whereas his other hand was wrapped around my waist, pressing our bodies close to each other. We had managed to go behind the curtain, not caring what the people in the house thought. The tender yet passionate kiss filled in all the missing warmth in my body. I don't know what came over me as I slowly brought my hands up to his hair, returning the kiss.
His kiss finds freedom, his reservations are slashed at the throat, and his morals buried. I know now that he’s always wanted me. This kiss tells me so. In the way he lets it all unleash. In the way he holds me tight to him, as if he’s afraid I might slip through his fingers. In the way his heart pounds against my bosom. He’s been starved for me. All this time.
He’s watching me, his mouth open, his breating halted, stilted-his tongue between his teeth. He looks so…hot. We’re wet and slippery and moving against each other. I lean down and kiss him. He closes his eyes. Tentatively, I bring my hands up to his head and run my fingers through his hair, not taking my lips from his mouth. This is allowed. He likes this. I like this. And we move together. I tug his hair, tipping his head back and deepening the kiss, riding him-faster, picking up the rhythm. I moan agains his mouth. He starts to lift me faster, faster….holding my hips. Kissing me back. We are wet mouths and tongues, tangled hair, and moving hips. All sensation…all consuming again. I am close…I am starting to recognize this delicious tightening…quickening. And the water…it’s swirling around us, our own whirlpool, a stirring vortex as our movements become more frantic…sloshing everywhere, mirroring what’s happening inside me….and I just don’t
"Still! Stop!" You wrapped the towel around you and he put his around his hips. He leaned in and kissed you chastely. His lips took you to what you think heaven probably feels like, his fingers running absent mindedly across your jaw and you both feel like you're in the clouds. He leaned out and smiled really big.
She steps towards you and puts her hands on your shoulders to steady herself, but she can't seem to get her face in close because of your spines. Before you can even suggest something else, she takes a step to the side and kisses you on the mouth. Her lips are delicately soft, and the kiss is over before you can really enjoy it, but the taste of her candy-flavored lip gloss
Alex's arms took their place around your thighs, holding your hips down. His teeth carefully nipped at the skin of your inner thigh, littering small bruises across the inner skin, soothing the forming bruise with his tongue before he finally gave you the slightest bit of what you needed, his tongue coming out to slide of your clit, circling around the small bud before he dragged his tongue down to your slick entrance, tongue dipping in for only a moment, before his tongue licked a broad stripe back up to where he