Kneeling Sex Novels & Stories

My hands clung to him, my fingers tangled in his hair, my body arching towards him, giving in to the overwhelming desire that had built up inside me over the years. When we finally came together, it wasn’t hurried or frantic. It was tender, almost reverent, as if we both knew this was something that couldn’t be undone. It wasn’t about just the act—it was about everything we had shared, everything we had lost, and everything we could never get back. It was a moment of reckoning, one that both terrified and exhilarated me.

Kon lowered his face to the ground. Never in his life had he thought he would be in this kind of situation, with a man, nonetheless. But here he was, kneeling in front of Osy, and asking to give him a blow job? Kon swallowed. "If that's what you want." Osy marched over to the bed and got a pillow from it. He sat on the bed and placed the pillow on the ground. "To protect your knees." He answered when Kon raised a questioning brow. Kon walked over to the bed and knelt on the pillow. He placed a hand on Osy's zip and took a deep breath before he started to lower the zip until he was able to free Osy's shaft from the confines of his trousers.

I sat up on the bed, the moonlight lighting up the room enough to be able to see every inch of him clearly. Kieran sat up too, breathing heavily and slightly confused. “All you’ve got to do,” I pressed, lightly though, a clear indicator I expected him to go all on his own, “is get on your knees for me.” I expected him to hesitate a bit but soon, he was dropping on his knees, maintaining eye contact the whole way. Fuck, seeing someone kneel for me had never been so erotic before in my life. I leaned back on the bed, resting myself on my palms, and then I jutted my chin at the obvious bulge pressing behind the black boxer briefs I was wearing.

He hissed through clenched teeth at the loss, hips lifting instinctively before he caught himself and forced them flat again. I moved to kneel between them once more, thighs spread wide so they could see exactly how swollen and slick I was—lips puffy, clit standing proud, inner thighs shining with my own arousal and theirs. “Both of you,” I said quietly. “On your knees. Facing each other. Close enough to feel each other’s heat, but not touching. Not yet.” They obeyed without hesitation.

" He arrives don't mess around with this Kama Sutra stuff, or you'll make me think you don't know anything. “Believe me, I know. - In fact, his body ached with the desire to show what he knew. When he took off her thong, it was swollen, hot and wet as he rubbed against it. his hand. After putting the condom on, he pulled a pillow under her ass in order to to ease the weight off her back, and spread her legs. Kneeling between them, he admired the tone. rose from her sex in the flickering candlelight. “Let's start with your legs up, knees bent. It's hard to hold the lotus for a lot of time if you're not really flexible, so let's take it slow.

Succumbing to the mounting pleasure, I tilted my head back, releasing a passionate moan, granting permission for desire and longing to dominate our shared space. With a gentle yet firm hold, Kane elevated me to a kneeling position, maintaining his fervent focus on my sensitive peaks. A fierce flame of yearning ignited between my legs, leaving me soaked with anticipation. The untamed hunger within my wolf mirrored my own desires, harmoniously synchronised in this moment of passionate connection. "Kane," I moaned, and he put more effort into what he was doing; I helped him remove my jeans. Leaving only my panties on, but they were soaked. I could smell myself, and it only drove me wild. Why ha

They continued like that, with slow, deep strokes, until Lester wanted to be more active. "Let me get up on my knees," he asked his partner. "It'll be even better." The sex that night was already so good Justin didn't see how it could get any better but, with his cock buried all the way inside Lester's ass, he moved his knees under him and helped the man on the bottom get into the position he favored. They ended their change with both men kneeling on the bed and his cock still fully imbedded in the tight place that felt so wonderful. Once again, he placed his hands on the sides of the perfect hemispheres in front of him, drew back his cock and drove it back into the place that was so hospita

"On your back. Legs spread wide and hold them behind your knees." I obey without hesitation, rolling onto my back, pulling my legs up and apart, folding myself in half to expose the most used parts of me without a shred of modesty. He crawls onto the bed and kneels between my thighs, looking down at my wrecked pussy with a reverence that borders on the obscene.

A kneeler pad? Still with the sexy smile, "With you two, kneeling is unavoidable...and, I was hoping to use it a lot this weekend." "Robbie, I think our little girl's ready for a threesome shower!" "Fuck...guess so!" And, that morning she did put that kneeler to use, spending much of her time on her knees and working back and forth, between us. Bottomless and wearing only a shirt, we slipped the tee over her head; exposing her firm, flawless, body...she was really breathtaking! I ran my hands over her body and through the rich, furry pubes. When I pushed my finger inside, she stroked my dick and moaned, "Mmmmmm...this's going to be fun!"

James’ grip tightened again. “Come on… take it,” he groaned. Moments later they finally pulled back. My legs trembled weakly. “Kneel,” Kylie said. My knees touched the floor as I lowered myself. “Mouth open,” Noah instructed. I obeyed. My hands moved to my chest, squeezing my breasts together the way they wanted. Their breathing grew heavier. “Fuck,” one of them groaned. Their hands moved quickly along their cocks. The sound of their breathing filled the room.