Heartstopper Sex Novels & Stories

he said striking a post like those male models on the cover of a pure pleasure magazine - with one hand at the back of his head while the other slowing drawing down the boxers from one angle. She didn't care if her eyes dried out like sand in the desert; there is no way she is going to blink and miss any of this. She remained in bed, stupefied, staring with passion and loss. Heaven would give anything right now including her salvation to have him inside of her, to have his lips on her nipples and hands firmly cupping her buttocks, squeezing it as hard as it goes.

We could have, we were so close to it, but this wet, slippery, steamy sex is so much hotter. Every bang of his hips brings me nearer to my climax, and the way that he’s holding my face and kissing me is so goddamn gorgeous that I want it to go on and on. It doesn’t; it can’t, because we are right on the edge and one last slam of his body into mine is all it takes. I shout out, wrapping my body onto his as he jerks. He closes his eyes and puts his head back as he comes, agony and pure elated relief written across his face in invisible marker pen.

“Hannah, I don’t care if I’m a sex addict. I want you now and here.” “No.” She pushed his face. “You have cameras around here, don’t you?” “Oh, I do. We can watch it later and delete it afterward. You know the password and it’s restricted.” She sighed as he started unbuttoning her blouse and he quickly removed his belt. “Condom!” She smacked his chest but he didn’t listen. He shoved his tongue quickly to hers and her body responded like crazy. He ripped her pencil skirt and since she’s not wearing any panties after he ripped it earlier, he easily shoved it between her slick slit. She moaned in pleasure and didn’t realize that she had scratched his back, squeezing his butt to shove it deeper.

Hunter growled, his mouth trailing down her neck as Lupin’s rhythm became almost punishing. Her body couldn’t take much more, waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her shaking and breathless. Hunter flipped her onto the side, gripping her hips as he entered her from behind, while Lupin’s arousal found her clit, teasing her mercilessly. The combination was too much; her body arched, and she came undone in seconds, her cries echoing through the room. Hunter held her tight as she collapsed, spent and trembling, Lupin’s let his cum on her, hot, his breath on her mouth.

“Don’t stop.” I don’t, I can’t, stop. My pace quickens, my thrusts growing harder, more urgent, driven by the primal need coursing through me. The heat between us is electric, our bodies slick with sweat, the scent of sex heavy in the air. I can feel him clenching around me, his body tightening with every deep plunge, his breath hitching in time with my movements. He’s close—so close. I can see it in the way his body tenses, the way his eyes flutter shut, his lips parted in silent plea.

She cups my face immediately. "I am fine now. Moreover, sex can cause higher heartbeat and that can cause low BP to disappear." She winks and I start laughing. I sit on the bed's edge. "Oh God, Iru. You really have the intention to have a wild night, don't you?" I make her sit on my thighs. "Yes, of course. Wild or not, I don't know but passionate and slow burn for sure. Just make out. I want to touch your every part. I missed your moans a lot." Immediately, she drops a kiss on my right eye.

They eventually came to a stop, both of them breathing heavily, coated in sweat. She took a few moments, but Stacey lifted herself off of Frank, slowly. Gobs of their unified seed poured out of her sex, drenching Franks softening member. She immediately fell to the ground next to me, kissing me deep "I've never came like that, my god... That was the hottest thing we've ever done. I love you so much." Still in shock, still completely delirious, I kissed her "I love you too" I replied.

My tits jiggled with each thrust, and he reached up to pinch my nipples, sending jolts straight to my clit. "Fuck, Jessy, you're tight," he grunted, thrusting up to meet me, our bodies slapping together in a rhythm that echoed through the room. Sweat slicked our skin, the air thick with the scent of sex. I leaned down, kissing him messily, tasting myself on his lips as he pounded into me from below. One hand slid between us, his fingers rubbing my clit in tight circles, building me up again.

He seized me, his hand clamping around my throat, slamming me against the wall with brutal force. The suffocating pressure swallowed me whole, sharp pain pricking my chest like a thousand needles. That look in his eyes—it was the same as in my last life, the same gaze he had thrown at me countless times. "Let go…" I clawed at his arm with every ounce of strength. His hand twitched under the pain, then he flung me aside. The impact sent me crashing to the ground, but in that instant, I saw his hand twitch forward on reflex, only for him to clench it tight and yank it back, leaving nothing but venomous hatred burning in his gaze.

I stopped, mortified. His lips twitched. “Say it.” “You’re intimidating.” “Good.” He smirked, leaning back, stretching his broad shoulders like a predator at ease. “I should be.” I stared at him, my heart hammering. His voice, his presence - it was overwhelming. “Tell me,” he said suddenly. “When you imagine someone touching you, what do you see?” My mouth fell open. “I - I don’t-” “You do.” His tone was firm. “Close your eyes. Picture it.”