Pinned Against Wall Kiss の小説・ストーリー

In the cramped, silver-lined space of the elevator, the tension between us finally broke. He didn't move for my clothes with the frantic energy of the boardroom. Instead, he pinned me against the wall, his body a massive, muscular barrier between me and the world outside. He kissed me with a slow, honey-thick connection that felt like a prayer. It was a lingering, soulful exchange that tasted of salt and ancient secrets.

We barely made it inside the apartment. The door clicked shut, and Roman had me against the wall in an instant, his body pinning mine. His kiss was fierce, tongues tangling as he devoured me, one hand cupping my face, the other sliding down to grip my hip. I gasped into his mouth, my fingers digging into his suit jacket, pulling him closer. We broke apart only to breathe, foreheads touching, his eyes dark with need.

"You! I'm going to kill you today" Just as I was about to raise my hand and hit him, he hold my two hands and pinned me to the wall. Now, I'm between my sexy boyfriend and the wall, we stared at each other for some minute before he move his head forward slowly and slowly, he's face is just an inche away from mine, I could feel his hot breathe close to my cheek. He moved closer and then, pressed his lips unto mine.

He pulled me into the large accessible stall at the end, locking the door behind us. The second the lock clicked he had me pinned against the wall, mouth crashing into mine again. This kiss was filthier, tongues fucking, teeth clashing, spit already slicking our chins. His hands shoved my shirt up, palms hot on my bare skin, thumbs flicking my nipples until they hardened. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he growled between kisses. “Been hard for you since I saw you at the bar.”

"I don't just want you to come. I want you to come undone. Take what you " He had them across the room, his mouth fused to hers, and her back to the wall before she could even conjure the end of her taunt. She shoved his shirt up, blinding him and severing the kiss for a second, then tossed it aside and he was right back at her. He grabbed one of her wrists and pinned it above her head, holding the condom between her pulse and his palm. Then he did the same with her other arm and groaned as the position thrust her breasts against his chest.

“You want it bad, don’t you?” I don’t answer with words. Instead I bite his lower lip, tug gently, then soothe it with my tongue. His grip tightens everywhere, breast, ass, face, and the kiss turns messy. He gently lifts me up and walk towards the wall . He presses me firmly against the cool, smooth surface of the wall, my back hitting it with a soft thud.

My back press against the wall. Seeping a cold bite on my exposed shoulders. He tilts my head to the side and deepen the kiss. There's a way Banks kiss: Ravish, Devour and ground still. He pulls my body so close to his like he can't let me go, else I'll run. Which I want to right now, but can't. I love how he kisses. My lipstick! I push him away. He stops, our faces still inches apart and my lipstick currently a smudge red on his lips. I clamp my lips with my mouth. He stands tall. Still holding me, still pressing me against the wall.

he said hastily. "Really?" I jumped in excitement and kissed his cheeks. "Ella... we are in public," said Aviv looking around. "Oh! come on I just kissed your cheeks not lips, also I dare that you cannot do that..." I said swinging my hair pushing it back. "What? I cannot do that? Do you really think that?" He mumbled gripping my arms. "Yeah... you cannot, Mr. Powell.. you are not daring at all," I stated, rolling my eyes. Suddenly he pinned me on the wall and leaned closer to me.

He had me trapped between him and the wall now as he pushed his body against me. I clenched his collar and brought his face to mine. We began kissing slowly and passionately. Kevin encircled his big arms around my waist and pressed his huge cock against my core. His kisses were fluffy but fervid enough to make me want to be fucked hard by him right there and then in the pool.

His expression was unreadable and his pupils shrunk, it was almost as if he had become a different person. “Marcus, we promised!!” I shouted, still backing away. I gasped when my back felt the tiled wall behind me, my heart pacing. My breaths became a series of erratic messes as he drew closer and closer. He pinned me against the wall, releasing his deep breaths against my chin, and he tried to kiss me again, but I resisted. I pushed against his chest, tilting my head away from him, but I felt his hand grip my wrist tightly, and my arms raised above my head as he pressed them against the wall behind me.