Breaking Dawn Love Making Scene Novels & Stories

“Let’s make love. I want you so bad.” We start kissing and as it happens with us, we start making love. Evander is thrusting into me; I’m arching my back, opening my neck so he can kiss it. He is pumping long even strokes into me. We are enjoying the feeling so much we don’t hear the door opening. I scent her, before I see her. I could alert Evander, but he is picking up the pace. I wrap my legs around him and scratch my nails down his back making him hiss.

I grip her hips, savor her cries, then slide back inside her with a groan. “I’m cumin’, Helia.” She pants, breaking apart under me. I take her there, driving us both into madness. Our breaths ragged. Our limbs tangled. Our hearts racing as we fall from that height of ecstasy. After, I hold her close, my chest to her back, trailing kisses along her spine. She rolls her hips again, tempting me. “Breakfast first, my love.” I murmur into her skin. She hums, already reaching for me, but I rise from the bed and ring for breakfast.

They both gasped at the intensity of the connection, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Their love-making was a masterpiece in itself—a fusion of passion, tenderness, and the deep connection that had been forged through their shared struggles and triumphs. The room was filled with the sound of their muffled cries and the soft slap of skin against skin. As they reached the pinnacle of their pleasure, Evan leaned back, watching Elena’s face contort with ecstasy. He whispered, “You’re my muse, my love. This is our art—our love on full display for the world to see, without shame or restraint.”

He kisses my jaw line and captures my lips in the most passionate kiss of my life, his voice enters my head, "I promise my love, I love you Charlie." I break the kiss and arch my back, pressing my body into his, "mark me, make me yours forever." He smiles at me, his hand reaches between us and runs his fingers through my soaking folds, rubbing my clit as he pushes the head of his cock into me. His arms wrap around me and he flips us, his fingers dig into my hips as he bounces me up and down on his shaft. He's in so deep and it hits something inside me that makes my toes curl and a moan leaves my throat. My head flings back as I bounce, placing my hands on his thighs for support, his voic

Drunken bar patrons stumbled past, their senses attuned to the unmistakable sounds emanating from the vehicle, providing a tantalizing hint of the erotic scene unfolding within. After approximately sixty minutes of engaging in an intense make-out session accompanied by fervent nipple play, Jasmine and Aiden found themselves consumed by desire. Jasmine, overwhelmed by pleasure, positioned herself astride Aiden, taking charge of their passionate exchange. However, Aiden gently pushed her backward, urging her to lean against the support of the bed. With deliberate movements, he commenced the process of unbuttoning and unzipping Jasmine’s jeans, all the while leaving her exposed breasts on displ

I took a deep breath and walked toward Logan. When he saw me approaching him, a mix of anticipation and unease flashed in his eyes. He quickly ran toward me. "I'm sorry, Tori," Logan said, his voice trembling slightly as he extended a bouquet of champagne-colored roses toward me. "Can you forgive me just this once?" His eyes were filled with hope. It seemed as if he believed this gesture could make up for everything. "Mr. Bennett, how many times do I need to say this? We're divorced. We have nothing to do with each other anymore," I said coolly, my gaze icy.

Dax responded. He turns her around to straddle him. And presses his erection inside her. His lips are on hers as his hands guide her hips. They pay no attention to the water sloshing out of the tub, only their love making matters at that moment. It doesn't take long for her climax to hit and when it does, it pushes him over the edge as well. His hot seed explodes inside her, extending her own waves of pleasure. "We made a mess." Tamera laughed. "So worth it." He responded.

Seeing how sickly Shanice looked, Celeste gave in. They hopped onto Beck's car. Shortly after, they both fell asleep. Beck's gaze fell on Celeste's delicate face. He instinctively wanted to tuck the few strands of hair on her face away. But when her lashes fluttered slightly, he withdrew his hand at the last second.

"Fill that slave cunt with your cum." I couldn't really do much fucking, holding the camera. Dawn would have to do the actual fucking, something she was perfectly willing and able to perform. Resting her arms on my chest, her bottom rose and fell, riding me hard, cumming, letting her audience know she was cumming, not her little secret. Julia and Lisa climaxed too, their fingers sliding through each others slick snatch, matching Dawn moan for moan. I could hardly believe I was holding a camera so my slaves could masturbate to their Master fucking some strange slave.

The maid's knocks on the door weren't enough to jolt the two who were in an intense lovemaking. "Corbin...." Her body began pulsing under him, she gently bit into his lips on hers, placing her hand on his chest, preparing for her next climax. He was also about to reach his climax, he slammed into her faster and harder, hiking her hips up to feel her against him. With one powerful thrust from him, which almost drove both of 'em insane, they both reached their climax together.