How To Write A Make Out Scene Novels & Stories

"Getting shy on me, beautiful? It's just a movie." She bit her lip, glancing at him. "It's... intense. I didn't expect it to be so... direct." He chuckled, his fingers trailing down her arm. "That's the point. Makes things interesting. Bet you've thought about scenes like this before." As the film progressed, a particularly vivid blowjob scene played out, the woman on her knees, lips stretched around the man's thick shaft, head bobbing with wet, slurping sounds, her hands stroking what she couldn't swallow. Katherine's breath hitched, her body tensing, nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her dress.

' Her voice had dropped an octave, husky. I swallowed hard. 'Yeah. It's...intense.' She bit her lip, eyes flicking back to my lap. 'Looks like it's got you worked up.' Heat flooded my face, but I didn't deny it. 'Can't help it. That scene's hot.' She leaned in, her breath warm on my neck. 'What if we made our own scene?' Before I could respond, her hand was on my thigh, sliding up slow. My dick jumped at the touch.

Hi readers, please be advised: the upcoming scene contains 18+ content. Viewer discretion is advised. BAS POV Her lips felt soft and warm against mine, making me tingle all over. I couldn't get enough of her scent, it was like a sweet perfume filling the air. Her hands explored my body, finding all the right spots. It was like she knew exactly how to touch me. She was perfect in every way, and in that moment, I was completely captivated by her.

Instead of stopping, his left hand glided down her body and slid between her thighs. When the couple got home last night, Owen wanted to have make-up sex, but held off, thinking it might be too forward since they just reconciled, and he could not read Regina’s mood regarding that matter. Sure, she kissed him at the office, but he did not want to push his luck. Owen nipped her ears as he used his hands to knead her breast and rub her folds, all while holding her gaze in the mirror. She shuddered at his intense gaze, encouraging him to rub her clit faster.

Martha exclaimed enthusiastically. The makeup artist quickly styled my hair and Alan's hair to become more tousled and voluminous than in the previous scene. Now, I truly looked like I was being f**ked up. After being satisfied, the makeup artist and Jessy nodded to indicate that the scene was ready to begin. "Get in position!" Martha called out, and everyone immediately moved to their positions. "Third scene! Ready?" The voice from the megaphone sounded loud. I placed both of my hands on the edge of the condom shelf. My body pressed against the shelf while Alan's hands held my back in the upper area near the armpits. Alan's hands felt hot, burning my skin, and I shivered because of it.

She said this, crossing her hand under her chest, her eyes still gleaming with awe. “Well, I'm not taking chances.” I voiced as I walked to my side of the bed. Then I made an invisible line in the middle of the bed with my hand. “Don't worry love, I won't cross over to your side.” I don't know what happened, but the energy in the room suddenly shifted to something more intense and sparks began to fly as we held gazes. It suddenly felt like there was a magnet between us, pulling us closer to each other. Unfortunately, the magnet soon snapped as Isabella looked away, swallowing hard.

Flashes of those lust-drenched hours burst in her head like fire-works across a dark July night. Dimitri kneeling before her legs In her car, his lips glistening with the evidence of the desire he’d coaxed out of her with that same talented mouth. Dimitri leaning over her, his hands gripping her waist, his big body moving over hers…in hers. The sharp angles and planes of his face as she rode him the second time. The way his cock felt and swelled when he came inside her. Heat rushed up her chest and throat and poured into her face. She looked away from him and swallowed hard, trying to conceal the flush that surely stained her cheekbones.

He looked like he was about to say something, but before he could react, I stood on my tiptoes, placing both hands around his neck and pulling him downwards by the lapels of his coat. As soon as we were inches close, I trapped his bottom lip between mine in a slow kiss. I could feel his body stiffen in surprise, but he gave no other reaction. I hadn't anticipated the softness of his lips. It threw me off guard so quickly that I could not control the soft moan that sounded from the back of my throat. The scent of his cologne and the taste of honey on his lips drove me crazy. Without thinking, I deepened the kiss, raking my fingers through his hair.

He started pumping his fist over my dick and I looked to see his at full mast. Our eyes met and he grinned, "Guys, thanks for inviting me to make-up sex." "Honey, this's just plain sex...the make-up sex is past," she giggled. I pushed my fingers inside her; her pussy felt like it was on fire, but I took my time...we had all night. I pumped her pussy and worked her clit, till she was wet...and begging for cock. While I lubed myself, she was captivated with the scene, (but so was Darin). She moaned, as I spread her legs and eased inside. "Oh god...oh god...yeah...yeah...yeah...push...push it in me...that's it...that's what I need...ahhhh god...Rob...Rob!"

“Clear your mind of any negative thoughts. I’ll stop whenever you want me to, okay?” Eloise nodded and took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself. “That's better. Now, remember, on-screen kisses are not about passion or romance. They're about creating an illusion for the audience,” Vaughn reminded. He wanted to make sure that Grayson’s and Eloise’s kisses were purely for work. Vaughn stood close to Eloise, their faces inches apart. “We'll start slow. Tilt your head slightly to the side like this,” he guided her patiently, relishing in their closeness. Vaughn took advantage of the moment when Eloise didn’t push him away.