Romans & histoires Arya Intimacy

She tried to eat a scallop, but her hand shook so badly she set the fork down. “Tell me more about yourself, Ariana,” I said softly, adding a third finger. She was stretched around me, dripping down my palm. “What do you want out of life? What makes you… come alive?” Her breath came out in a shaky exhale. “I want stability. Loyalty. Someone who… who sees me.” I curled my fingers again, pressing hard against her G-spot while my thumb flicked her clit rapidly. “And what if someone sees you better than anyone else ever has? What if they know exactly how to touch you, how to make you lose control even in the most inappropriate places?”

to artificialize their bond, their bodies felt more sensitive, every nerve ending attuned to the subtle shifts in pressure and heat. Jinyan’s hands mapped her with a reverence that was as much a prayer as it was an act of passion. He kissed the hollow of her throat, the curve of her hip, and the soft skin of her inner thigh. The intimacy was explicit in its honesty; there was no performance, no "Saint" to uphold, no "Shark" to maintain. There was only Jinyan and Panni, two souls finally allowed to burn with a natural, unhurried flame.

"No, Nathaniel. My greatest folly is sticking with a man like you for this long." Nathaniel's face changed, but his expression remained cold. It was as if Ariana's words hadn't disturbed his massive ego. "I'm only offering the best solution, Ariana. You want my recognition, don't you? Plastic surgery can change your life. It can make you accepted. It can make you... desirable but all of that comes with conditions that you must fulfill!" Ariana gritted her teeth. "I'm tired Nathaniel, you never claimed me as your wife is because I'm not pretty enough!"

I walk after the new girl, and once she tries to close the bathroom door, I stop it with my foot. I have a feeling I’ve seen her before, and I just can’t pinpoint where. I take a couple of steps in, and I lock the door behind me. I also lock my mind to my brother, and I don’t need his condescending ass telling me to stop. She smells way too good, my teeth ache, and my throat is burning. This was the first time I’ve ever felt like this. She looks me up and down, and I clear my throat, letting out my name. She tells me that her name is Arya. Arya is such an unusual name. I like it, unusual like her. She asks me to leave, and I tell her I won’t; instead, I take one step closer to her, and I can

It was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on, and it only took him 50 years to see it. Arianna squirmed underneath Pierce. She was nervous because she didn’t know what he thought and also because this was the first time a non-professional had this close of a look at her vagina. Jesse offered to go down on her quite a few times, but she turned him down each time. Arianna felt that was too intimate of an act for best friends, especially if she didn’t see herself having a relationship with him. Out of nowhere, Arianna felt it. She felt Pierce’s warm tongue swirl around her clit, and she instantly tried to clamp her legs closed from the sudden and unexpected sensation.

I feel the bed dip beside us and look to see our mate crawling towards us. “We have two more marks to give.” Lust overtakes Xander’s face and I see his erect dick sway as he crawls to us. “And I need to be inside of her.” I move away from in between Arya’s legs and roll onto my back. Looking at our beautiful mate, I ask, “Have you ever had two men at once?” She shakes her head. “No. But I have done anal.” “You’ve done anal? Our little mate has a naugty streak. I like it,” I say, looking at Xander.

Aryan did not hear the open the door, maybe because he was totally immersed in his imagination, he was really trying to achieve orgasm and he has noticed in other to do that he needs to imagine the women he was fucking and kissing were Odessa, in the last few weeks he has had to fuck other women he has realized that was the only way he could get excited enough to orgasm, Dave knows this and made sure to find at least a woman who shares some physical qualities Odessa has, the closer the better. He always imagines her in his mind, her expression, the way she moans involuntarily, her physique, he needs to be in constant concentration so he could achieve his fantasy but now looking forward towar

Ariana was prideful and stubborn, but in front of me, she seemed just like any other girl, reveling in the pleasures of sex. I made that happen! Thinking of that, my thrusts became even fiercer, and I started to ignore the occasional cries that Ariana would bring out. I pulled two of her hands towards myself, and used it to make my thrusts sink even deeper. "Mm... Cross... give it... to me..." "I love you... Cross... make me yours..." I scoffed. I would have said words to discourage her from speaking further. To remember her dignity and hold back. But no.

“Firstly, Hana herself doesn’t look like she knows a thing about sex, so I wouldn’t trust a word that comes out of her mouth. Secondly, what crap has she been feeding you? You’re picking up all her bad habits.” “Look, I have no parental figure in this, okay? Hana’s the only one in a relationship. Plus, it’s not my fault she’s kinky.” “There’s no way I’m imagining our wedding night based off someone else’s kinks—especially hers.” Ariana regrets her lack of a brain-to-mouth filter as soon as she blurts, “So you’d rather imagine our sex life in the first place?” She watches, frightened, as Williams’s darkened eyes glimmer in the shadows. “Not rather, per se, when I already do. All the time.”

INTIMACY (Forgive him) Rosanna's POV The door of the car opened and Tara got in. "Hey," she called and touched me. "Why are you crying now? You'll ruin your makeup, remember you still need to go for the interview," she reminded. "I know but why does he have to show up? Why did he show himself to me? I hate him."