Lover With A Slow Hand Novels & Stories

The kiss was soft, slow and passionate, all the feelings it pulled forcing me in and out of submission as her hand moved to my thigh gripping it gently. . . . . . . . . . . .

Entering his room he lastly look at his love's picture and closed the door sighed sadly. **********

[Amor’s POV] The handshake lingered longer than normal, casual handshakes. My hand engulfing her fragile, soft, warm hands. Even when she tried to take her hands back, I held it tight. She lowered her gaze. Her breaths hitched as I broke our handshake by leisurely brushing my fingers with hers. I dropped my hand beside my thighs. My fingers stretched out as I felt the tingle of her warmth sprawl all over my palm. It was a strange feverish sensation burning my palm, and spreading throughout my body like a flame spread on paraffin.

This time around, he was almost leaning towards me, slowly walking his fingers around my ears as he made way for my lips. Slowly walked backwards till I came to a halt leaning on his door. "B…but…" "Shhhh," his fingers against my lips. "All you need to do is give me hot sex, make me scream your name while you're on top of me." His hands were already in my breast, squeezing and fondling my nipples. I could barely breathe as his lips were firmly against mine. I could feel between my legs his hard dick caressing and trying to find its way into me as though we were naked.

pulling me back to the man who loved me beyond the games, beyond the forbidden edges. My hands trembled slightly with anticipation, not from fear but from the electric hum building inside me, the day's relentless denial now culminating in this moment of release. I reached for the hem of my soft sweater, the one he loved because it clung just right to my curves, pulling it over my head slowly, deliberately, letting the fabric brush against my skin like a tease.

“One last?” Olivia had expected Asher’s kisses to follow the same path they had thus far, where they end on the corner of her mouth and hopefully right on top of it one day. Against all odds, what comes next propels Olivia’s brain into a pit of wonderment. Asher, with his elegantly ornamented hand, carefully takes the fingers of Olivia’s right hand between his own. Just as slowly, as though relishing in the contact as deeply and selfishly as Olivia is, Asher brings Olivia’s hand near his head that he simultaneously lowers.

" The older Robert looked at his younger self, then at me, his expression solemn. "I, Robert Bowen, swear to god that I will never disappoint, hurt, or let Kaitlyn Hudson down again. I will never neglect or ignore her, and I will always love her, protect her, and cherish her for the rest of my life. "If I ever break my vow, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!" Teenage Robert nodded in satisfaction as the vow was made. The older Robert then retrieved a tiny velvet box from his pocket and opened it, showing me a familiar diamond ring nestled inside.

Our tongues touched and embraced each other like they were old friends. His kiss felt familiar, like it wasn’t our first time. He kissed me like he was claiming me. Shit. I wanted it to keep going. And it did. His hands found my neck and pulled me in closer. Heat and wetness pooled between my thighs. Yes, I was horny. Wishing for more. His wandering hand found its way under my crop top, lingering just below my boobs. I wanted it to move higher. I shouldn’t have but I wanted it to.

It was slow, loving, reaffirming. His hands explored my body with reverence, his lips trailing down my neck, my shoulders, my breasts. I arched into him, whispering his name as he loved me with his mouth and hands, the bond glowing bright between us. Only for Liora to make a public challenge the next morning.