Lover With A Slow Hand Novels & Stories

I laughed and finally, another glass of drink! He drank all of what he had and he suddenly leaned his face closer to me. I felt so dizzy, everything's wobbly and spinning. There were three Wren Ashers in front of me. I closed my eyes when something hot touched my lips. I laughed and enjoyed how soft and smooth it was, it's smtimulating the whole me. Goodness sake, it's better than drinks, whatever it is that he's doing! He let go. "It's not my problem for now, but sooner or later, you'll be my problem."

"Because it's you, Aspen. Because I like you so much!" I flinched as things went slow when someone held my hand over the table. I was silently staring at him, he was smiling and his hand was holding mine, over the table. That was so sudden. I couldn't even tell him the reason why I was always trying my best to get him so badly. Because he's not just Aspen. My lips parted and this was the longest time that my eyes never blinked. "You don't need to tell me the whole reason. I always marked it in me. And I really appreciate you."

"Don't say that! You're the only person I love! I was only together with Madison because our families were a good match." He gripped my hands tightly. His voice was trembling when he said, "I like being cooped up in our little apartment with you, snacking on chips while we watch a movie together. I like cooking with you. I like holding your hand while we stroll along the streets. I… "The only person I love is you." Tristan's voice was thick with tears by the time he was done speaking. However, I simply looked at him coldly while peeling his fingers away from my hands.

He groaned against my lips, his hand sliding down my back, and pressing me against him. I could feel how hard he was already, his dick pressing against my thigh through the thin fabric of my underwear. "I want you again," I breathed. "I know, baby. I can feel how wet you are already." His hand slid down between us, fingers pressing against my pussy through my panties. I gasped, my hips bucking into his hand. "I was thinking we could take it slow this morning," he murmured against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. “Worship every inch of you. Remind you that you are mine."

He kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the promise that stretched endlessly between them. Later that night, in the privacy of their suite, Liam undressed her slowly, reverently, as if committing every inch of her to memory. And Lily undressed him, marveling at the man she had fallen in love with the strength, the scars, the unbreakable heart that beat for her. Their lovemaking was not rushed or frantic, but slow and consuming, like poetry written on skin. It was a claiming, a surrender, a vow more powerful than any words spoken before an altar.

I fell back into the bed, wanting—desiring—right then to feel her soft skin against mine. Diana's soft, lingDianag touch continued for several more minutes. She wasn't in a hurry. A part of me reveled in the attention, in the gentleness of her. My lover knew what she was doing, and she was doing it slow. Partly to savour. Partly to torture. I wanted her more than anything. Her slow hand stoked the fire within me. It didn't help when she withdrew her hand from my breast. I let out a disappointed sigh, feeling lost without her fingertips on me. It quickly became a startled gasp as her mouth descended on my nipple.

A ѕlоw rеtrеаt of hіѕ fingers was fоllоwеd by аnоthеr рuѕh in tіll his thumb ѕtорреd it аgаіn; then аgаіn аѕ hе began a ѕlоw, аnd rhуthmіс, fuсkіng of mу asshole with hіѕ hаnd. I соuldn't gеt enough оf thе picture оf him ѕlіdіng hіѕ hаnd in аnd оut оf mе аnd wаtсhеd іntеntlу еасh tіmе mу hole еxраndеd around his hаnd, but I dіd fаіl to notice thаt on аbоut the tеnth stroke inward his thumb wаѕ nо lоngеr еxtеndеd but folded іntо hіѕ palm. As hе rеасhеd the point whеrе hе hаd bееn ѕtорріng, hе gаvе an a little harder рuѕh and I watched, аnd felt, hіѕ entire hаnd ѕlір іnѕіdе mу аѕѕ!

“I love you too, Victor.” They didn’t make it to dessert. Victor carried her inside, his kisses growing hungrier with each step. By the time they reached the bedroom, Olivia was breathless, her body yielding to his every touch. Their lovemaking was slow and tender, a contrast to the intensity that usually defined their passion. Victor worshipped her, his hands and lips exploring every inch of her body as though memorizing her all over again. “Aah… Victor, please slow down… Ah.” Olivia moan while Victor’s body was moving fast.

another slow song for all the couples. Ed Sheeran – ’perfect’ began to fill the room and romance clouded the atmosphere as everyone started to slow dance together. Layton held my hand tightly and pulled me toward him in a flash, he looked into my eyes, and put his hand on my back pulling me even closer into him so our bodies were lightly touching as he kept his other hand in mine. We slowly swayed looking into each other’s eyes and once again I was captivated by him, his beautiful eyes and his warmth. I felt as though my heart was going to thump out from my chest as I took each shaky breath.

Every page after that was filled with their so-called "love story." "April 7th, sunny. Ruth and I argued again over work. I'm so tired. It's only when I'm with Reagan that I feel truly at peace. She's like the sun that is bright enough to drive away all my shadows." "August 15th, rainy. Reagan said she liked that limited-edition bag. I secretly bought it for her. Seeing her surprise and joy made everything worth it. Ruth never smiles over little things like that. She's so dull."