Lover With A Slow Hand Novels & Stories

“And when we’re inside you, babygirl, it’s going to be deep and slow. We’ll fill you up, stretch you, make you feel every inch. You’re going to moan for us, beg for more, but we’ll take our time. Because you’re ours. Forever. We’ll hold you close, kiss your neck, whisper how much we love you while we move inside you. Slow strokes, deep and steady, until you come apart in our arms.” I shivered again, a full-body tremble that they both felt. My breath came faster, my nipples tightening against the fabric of my dress. The room felt warmer now, the air thick with their scents and the promise in their words. Dante’s hand cupped my cheek again, his thumb brushing my lower lip in a slow, teasing st

And then his hand was between her thighs , and his clever , seeking fingers invaded with the totally adequate barrier of her clothe ,he slid his finger into the hot moist warmth that awaits him . Loveth felt her body almost explode in a spontaneous reaction , that was shocking and superior to her and she cried out his name as her body pulsed around the determined stroke of his fingers .But somehow despite her glorious release , she wanted more and more, she moaned in desperation ,her trembling hands reaching urgently for the zip of his trouser . She managed to slip it down and threw it somewhere she did not know . Without lifting his mouth from hers , he covered her hands with his speeding t

"Now leave me, before I start shouting!" " You wouldn't do that?" he threatened. " Bite me!" I say and start shouting for 'help'. " Well there's only one option left then..!" Liam says and with that, his lips are on mine again and in a moment of weakness, he slips his tongue inside my mouth, exploring everything single piece of it. The kiss was slow and full of passion not eager and harsh like the last ones. His hands move slowly up and down my exposed thigh since I was wearing some shorts and a simple shirt and then he brings it upper to my belly playing with the humm of my shirt there.

And as the tearful silence enveloped us, it was as if the universe itself conspired to bear witness to a bond that transcended the boundaries of time and space. In a tender moment that seemed to suspend time itself, I reached out and took hold of his hand, cradling it as if it were the most delicate treasure. With a softness that matched the fragility of the moment, my lips met the back of his hand in a gentle, lingering kiss. It was there, upon that very hand, that a wound had taken root – a mark of vulnerability that tugged at the strings of my heart.

His hand found hers, fingers intertwining as he continued his exploration, kissing his way down her body, savoring the taste of her skin. Alina closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of Anton’s lips and hands on her. Every touch, every kiss was deliberate, filled with love and passion. She felt the world slip away as Anton made love to her with such tenderness and care, his movements slow and sensual, like they had all the time in the world.

Each one slid in with a slow, deliberate pulse, filling me up bit by bit. “You’re taking them so well, sweetheart,” Lorien murmured, his voice rough but full of awe. His hands caressed my hips, steadying me as he continued to release his clutch. “So perfect… so beautiful.”

His hand cups my jaw, thumb stroking the hinge where muscle meets bone. Heat blooms low in my belly. I'm half-hard already, cock stirring under the duvet like some traitor part of me that didn't get the memo about self-preservation. He pulls back before I can chase the kiss, before I can wrap my hands in his hair and drag him down on top of me. His fingers brush a stray lock of hair from my forehead. The gesture is so gentle it makes my chest ache. "Good morning, luv." I freeze. Luv?

We make love right there on the floor of his study. The heavy oak door is barely closed behind us before Lysander pulls me into his arms. There’s no rush this time, no wild tearing at clothes or frantic need to consume each other. Instead, he kisses me slow and deep, like he has all the time in the world to savor every second. His hands slide under my blouse, warm and reverent, mapping every curve as if he’s memorizing me by touch alone.

His hands slid down her arms, fingers entwining with hers. “You look beautiful” He whispered, his voice reverent. Aurora’s eyes fluttered shut for a second, her heart racing in her chest. Her fingers curled around his shirt as she looked up at him. He leaned down and kissed her, slow, unhurried. His lips moved with a deliberate softness, pouring emotion into every second. Her hands rose to his chest, gripping the fabric as she kissed him back, matching his tenderness with her own. Clothes became barriers easily forgotten. Each layer peeled away came with a caress, a kiss, a promise. Owen touched her like she was porcelain, fragile yet precious. His hands roamed her skin with devotion, memori

I interlink are hands. I love you. I don’t think he’ll give me any reply, but his eyes open, ringed with fire, then he leans closer and captures my lips with his. It’s a slow, soft kiss that feels more like he’s pouring his heart into mine, and my heart is so full with love that it seems like it’ll burst. I deepen the kiss because I don’t know how to express how much I feel in that moment. When he finally pulls away, allowing me to breathe and clear the heady feeling, I find his intense eyes on mine, and I look away, looking down only to find that our interlinked hands are ringed with fire…no, not fire, cus it’s dark, smoky, almost black, but before I can explore it further, it flickers and