Livre D Amour Novels & Stories

Thank God for these dim lights; nobody can see or notice anything. I continue grinding against her, and she grinds against my crotch. She enjoys the excitement too, rubbing against me and smiling mischievously. This heat between us keeps escalating. I can't hold back any longer; I pull her towards me, turning her to face me, and I kiss her passionately. My hand instinctively moves to her buttocks, squeezing firmly. That naughty girl grabs my penis and starts caressing it over my pants.

It was just a random pull, but Liz found herself stunned at the bold title. My Stepbrother Is My Lover. Her face twisted in disgust. She stared at the title for a moment longer than she should have. Seriously? She had expected ancient books. History. Something important. Not… this. Did Damien read this? Was this some sort of fetish? She shoved the book back into place, frowning. “I would never read something like that,” she muttered. She turned and nearly collided with someone. A man stood behind her. He was tall. Broad-shouldered. Impossibly handsome in a way that didn’t feel human. Well, that’s probably because he wasn’t human.

“Are you going to run off? If you come back I can promise you everything. I can give you sex and anything your heart desires.” He couldn’t give her everything. There was a reason she read so many romance novels, and it wasn’t because it was what women did. She read them out of yearning. The books were her one way of getting a happy ending. In life she had come to learn it doesn’t always have a happy ending. “I’ll come back,” she said. The sex between them was brilliant. She never wanted the lust to end. Christal wondered how long the brilliant sex would last without love. She’d seen many couples within her pack mate, then regret their decisions afterward.

He wondered how long this had been going on? - Lucia laid on Alexius chest, after their heartwarming love making. She could feel his heart steadily beating. He stared down at her rosy cheeks as he slowly caressed her blonde hair. "I brought you this book, I really think you will love it." He whispered into her ear. She smiled at how thoughtful he was. "It's called the picture of Dorian Gray, one of my many favourites." He said huskily. "I would love to think you are Sibyl Vane." He said sadly. She smiled thinking it was sweet.

He kissed her passionately as he brought his hands up to cup and fondle her wonderful breasts. A wave of pleasant nostalgia washed over Cassandra as remembrances of making passionate, unhurried love with her late husband flooded her brain. Her closed eyes became wet as she returned Bobby's kiss and enjoyed the feel of his big hands gently massaging her tits and the crush of his erection against her mound as he moved his hips in tiny humps. He couldn't know it, of course, but it was exactly the way that lovemaking began with her and Charlie. It made her feel warm and wonderful and loved. She hoped that Melissa was going to wait a good long time before she interrupted them with her "accidental

She’d never had a lover like him. Insatiable. Perceptive. Tender and passionate. Earthy and imaginative. It was very possible he’d ruined her for any other man. The thought made her stomach dip. One day, probably soon if her track record was anything to go by, this fling with Fabien would be over and she would be forced to stop basking in the here and now and think about the future. About a life without dancing… About a life without Fabien. “‘J’aime faire l’amour avec toi’, Blaze, (I love making love to you)” Fabien murmured as he flexed his hips.

She brings her arms around my neck while I snake my arms around her waist pulling her even closer to me. "I want you" she say standing on her tones bring her closer to my lips. "What about me do you want?" I ask making our lips touch. "I want your d-dick" she says against my lips. "Then take it" I say and connect our lips. The kiss is filled with hunger. It's not passion that drives the kiss it's pure lust. A need for satisfaction and desire. Our lips move in sync with one another. I move my hands down her curvy body to her plump ass, grabbing onto it and lifting her onto the counter top without braking the kiss.

He looked a mess, scrambling with trousers and not caring about staining it with his release. “I…Liv…I can explain. Please, don’t leave me.” He reached for me, begging while tears threatened to spill from his eyes. “How long has this been going on?” was all I could manage to mutter. He stammered, “A couple of years maybe. I’m sorry Liv, I know we made a vow but….” He grabbed my hands, “I’m so sorry, I’ll stop. And now that we’re getting married, I won’t have to. I love you, Olivia”

I was breathless, he always got me there. The moonlight spilled into the room and was our only way of seeing anything. The dim light was comforting and made every unexpected touch intensify. I loved the feeling of him being close to me. His words rather whispers made me feel things I never felt before. Everything about him is unique and special, I love him and I will always do. Spending time with him is all I want, I pulled him closer to me, and as he pressed my naked body, I smiled and kissed him, he opened his mouth to make the kiss, even more, deeper, as his tongue played with mine, I moaned with satisfaction.

He brought it to his lips and kissed it. "You really know how to drive me crazy, Hon," He kissed her hand again. They entered her house together. As soon as the door closed, he kissed her on the lips. She turned the same favor with every movement of her lips and hands. Their clothes were strewn on the living room floor. He laid her on the floor. He took a long time to indulge himself in the middle of her thighs. His face was buried in her femininity as she pulled his hair. Their moans filled the entire house again.