Praise In Sex Novels & Stories

Gently it guided his to pull it down, her intent clear as the day. His throat burned. He pressed a kiss to her exposed skin in a sign of gratefulness. He lifted her into his arms and carried her up to his room. Her eyes latched on to his as he lowered her to her feet. Desire mixed with fear were vivid in those emerald gems. "Do you know what my father said to me about sex?" One by one he undid the buttons of her shirt. She moistened her lips. "What?" The blouse disappeared from her body, followed by her jeans. "He said that sex is one of God's greatest masterpiece." He unhooked her bra. "When done at the right time and in the right context."

he grins at Ella and then thrusts up into her, “but sex isn’t about what way you swing, it’s about pleasure, and that’s all that should matter.” Jude flips Ella around really quick, placing her on all fours, and I get the urge to press her shoulder blades down. Grabbing her hands like Jude did the other night, I place them behind her head and hold her there as my friend slides into her from behind. Damn, this is even hotter yet! “Are you okay with this, baby?” “Oh yes...very!” “That’s my girl.” I chuckle.

My body arched, my chest rising, and then—just when the need inside me clawed to the surface—he pulled back. He left me trembling and moved to his side of the bed, as if he hadn’t just set me on fire. I wanted to knock his teeth out. I haven't had sex or anything close since our divorce, and now my whole body was buzzing, begging, clenched tight with need. My fists curled at my sides, shaking. Then his voice cut through the silence, low and commanding. “Sit on my face.”

She was a mess of desire and desperation, her body reacting to him with a primal intensity that bypassed all her logic and pride. Julian stepped back just enough to strip out of his trousers, his cock springing free, thick and pulsing with a need that mirrored her own. He didn't waste a second on foreplay, grabbing her hips and guiding himself to her entrance. With one powerful, driving thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, hitting her cervix with a force that made her vision blur. Sloane screamed, the feeling of being filled so completely by him triggering a wave of pleasure that made her entire body shudder.

He couldn't control himself anymore and he began to thrust from beneath her, and he grunted when her walls clenched around his cock. "Fuck, Diana you are amazing." He suddenly turned her over, and she smiled. He finally trusted that she could handle it, and it made her heart full. He captured her lips, as he rammed within her, pushing them both to their climax. "You are so fucking amazing." He praised, and she smiled at him. This was not something she was used to at all. Alpha Noah would call her a bitch, a whore or a slut, but this man had only beautiful praises for her.

After which, we went to the bathroom to have a bath. After the bath, we head back to the bed and lay together. We cuddle up on each other as we talk. "Thank you for not letting me go." He said to me. "I should be thanking you for coming back." I said to him. "If I did not call you back, and you did not come back, I would not have had the best sex that I have had in a while." I said to him. This makes him smile. Praising them like this after sex always makes them feel good and superior. The truth is, he deserved it. He did better than all the vampire brothers today. He took me to cloud 9.

"Where I listened to you talk about your failed relationships. About men who didn't understand you. About feeling unseen and unwanted. And the whole time, I wanted to throw you onto this desk and show you exactly how wanted you were." "Yes!" Sophia sobbed. "James, please..." "Please what? Please fuck you harder? Please use you the way you need to be used? Please show you that you're special, that you're seen, that you matter?" His hand slid up her spine to fist in her hair, pulling her head back. "You have a praise kink, Sophia. You told me about it in session fourteen. Said you need verbal validation during sex to fully engage. So let me give you what you need."

I let out a yelp when he gives my pussy a sharp smack. “I was right about you needing a firm hand.” He gives my clit a soft rub before stepping back. I let out a frustrated whimper when I’m forced to let go of his cock. He arches a brow at me, daring me to complain or make demands. When I bite my bottom lip and keep silent, he gives me a sexy grin and says, “Good girl,” making a delicious warmth seep through every part of my body. Why does his praise mean so damn much to me?

“Please, I want you, not your fingers.” Well, she definitely doesn’t have to ask me twice. I’ll never tire of her, and I’ll never tire of this. The desire in her voice when she moans for me, her begging, the way she sucks in a breath just before she orgasms. I’ve recently discovered that my little fox has a praise kink, and I use it as much as I possibly can just to see her face when she knows she pleases me. I’m the luckiest man on this fucking planet.

He said in a husky and tense tone. It took a lot of mental strength for him to make that reply and he felt light headed afterwards. "What is happening?" He asked in a groggy manner. "Terra is filling your pores with lust," Priscillia said. "Two things awaken the human body to its peak." "Pain," Terra said. "Pleasure and deprivation." Adam looked at the two women in shock. Just what in hades name were they about to do to him? "You have no reason to be afraid, Adam," Priscillia said with a casual assurance. "Pain will only be inflicted when there is disobedience."