Novel & Cerita Lover With A Slow Hand

He undressed me slowly, his movements unhurried. Everything about him was patient, the way his fingers traced the curve of my arm, his lips pressed to my shoulder before finding mine again. He didn’t rush. He watched me, gauging every breath, every small shift, as if learning me like a language. I wasn’t nervous. Not with him. His voice was low when he spoke again. “I want this to be slow, Louise. I want to remember everything about tonight.” So it was slow. It was wine-warmth and steady hands, soft laughter when we bumped into the nightstand, and the quiet sound of my name in his mouth.

"You pinky promise?" I extended my pinky. "Double lock," I whispered. His little pinky enclosed around mine and then he whispered, "Don't forget me." "Never," I said, dropping a kiss on his curls. "You're my entire heart." --- By the time we walked into the kitchen, Selena was already making a bento-style lunch and scolding him as if broccoli were toxic waste. "I swear to God, that if I catch one piece in the trash can once more, Leo—"

I gently stroked his left cheek, whereupon he nestled very lightly in my hand. It was pretty crazy flirting with a stranger like that, but I couldn't turn my back on him. Eventually he took my hand in his, while his other slid to my back. He probably wanted to dance, so I did the same. Although we hadn't agreed, we agreed that we wanted to dance the slow waltz.

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."

Loren stretched out her hand, a huge smile on her face. It was like everything was in slow motion. He was about to put the ring on her hand, but it fell off his and rolled down, towards my direction. . . . ……

"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."

Everyone cheered for her. Now everyone focused on the other couple who were looking at each other moving their hands inside the pot. "Abhi", Ava whispered in the hope of freeing her hand as he caught her hand playfully having fun with her fingers. "Odhulu (leave it)", She pleaded to him as he had this mischievous look. "Never", he whispered back.

He took his time, relearning me, rediscovering me, his hands and his lips mapping a path across my skin that left me trembling and aching with a need that was just as powerful as before. He entered me slowly, his eyes locked on mine, his hips moving in a deep, steady rhythm that was both tender and possessive. It was a slow, sweet torture, a deliberate, passionate claiming that was as much about love as it was about lust. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, matching him stroke for stroke, our bodies moving together in a perfect, timeless rhythm.

"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."