Be Gentle Novels & Stories

"Because I like you, your lips are kissable..you could have resisted anyway, but you didn't…" "Stay away, cheap article." Gentle said, looking into Jennifer's eyes. "Have some respect for yourself." Jennifer flushed, but at the same time she was pleased. Seeing Gentle's puzzlement, annoyance and concern, she frowned. *Okay.. but he's a grown ass man that can make his own decisions." She stood to her feet. "Quit acting like he's five years old and you're his daddy." She mockingly laughed before walking out. "What was that for?" Gentle lowered himself to sit down.

The only thing I haven’t lost in the sensation is to be gentle. Not lock him down when he pulls back a fraction, and face fuck him into oblivion like my throbbing sack is demanding. I let him feel it out for a second, reigning my shit in by counting my breath in the seconds he bobs and holds, trying to get a feel for the pattern and his limits. After Grimm gets a breath, and drops again, I massage his scalp and offer encouragement. “Fuck pup, just like that....” Holding still instead of pressing into the marvel of being all the way down in slobbery wet satin.

Since I’ll be out of here soon, I might as well go down and enjoy dinner. “I thought you’d rot in that room,” Madam C says with a frown the moment she sees me. I press my lips together in an apologetic smile, moving towards her like a child who knows they’ve wronged their parent. “I was feeling a little sick,” I tell her. Madam C takes a step back to look at me top to bottom then shakes her head. “He should’ve taken it easier on you. You’re like glass, very fragile,” she says and my eyes nearly pop out of their sockets in shock.

It was very nice. It was just the two of us figuring this out together. Then he kissed me again. It was softer now with the urgency carefully dissolved. "I want to make you feel good." "Okay." "But my way. Slow and gentle." "I trust you." He kissed me again, slow and deep. It would not be rough or cruel or demanding, but very tender and, careful. But, no sex.

I let the minutes bleed into twenty. Then thirty. I let his hand slide up to cradle the back of my neck, warm, steady, thumb pressing gently against the base of my skull like he could quiet the war inside it. I let myself lean just a little and just enough. And when I finally spoke, voice hoarse, and barely above a whisper, it wasn’t anger. It was something worse. “Why are you so gentle with me?” He went still. For a heartbeat I thought he wouldn’t answer.

I didn't want my mother to see him, so I quickly said in a cold voice, "I'm serious. Let's break up." "Jennie, are you angry with me because I've been taking care of Margot? I'm only helping her because I pity her. Once she gives birth, I'll send her away. I'll make sure she stays out of your sight." Seeing my resoluteness, he softened his tone and continued, "There really is nothing between her and me, so don't let her harm our relationship, okay? We're getting married soon, and I've already picked out a marital home for you."

Why was he being so gentle with me and why do I love it? "You're perfect," he murmured, bringing me out of my trance, his voice was full of awe as he began to move in and out slowly, each thrust deliberate and controlled and I allowed myself to enjoy being made love to... Ashton was making love to me, not fucking me like the beast we both are but cherishing me, as if I were something sacred. His movements were slow, almost reverent, each thrust deliberate and controlled, drawing out every ounce of pleasure. My hands instinctively slid up his back, feeling the taut muscles flex with every motion. "Why..." I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of our mingled breaths. "Why are you

He’s especially gentle with Cyrene, who still wears the golden mark, the Blessing of the Dragons, that he gave her on the day of her birth. While Kaze gets bored and moves on to other things, Cyrene can’t seem to get enough of her brother, climbing over him, tumbling down his body, only to be caught by Ancalagon when she could possibly hurt herself. When he purrs at her, she lays her head against him as if hugging him. “He’s so sweet with her,” I say to Zephyr. “He always has been,” she says, smiling at her two oldest children. I begin rubbing my stomach and Zephyr looks at me. “How are you doing?”

Greta made a conscious decision not to pry or question. Georgina winced and let out soft grunts of pain as Greta helped her change into the comfortable top and shorts. Greta's gentle touch offered reassurance and comfort, her actions flowing with tenderness and efficiency. Once she was done helping Georgina with her clothes, she assisted her in rising to her feet, guiding her towards the mirror.

Moreover, for him, love does not exist, perhaps it is just a temporary pleasure. However, Agnes's other sentence might have touched him too much: - Agnes, be careful with your words. Wynn reminded Agnes seriously, he didn't want to argue so he corrected her directly, then he used a gentle expression to prevent her from getting agitated. - Come on, calm down. Agnes heard that his attitude towards her was more positive, but she didn't pay much attention to it and said: - Wynn, is there any way you can do that?