Praise In Sex Novels & Stories

She felt heat rise to her face. “Honey, normal is boring! Intense sex is the good shit. Some guys fumble. Some guys are selfish. Some guys think p**n is a documentary. Dean sounds like he delivered a masterclass. Welcome to the world competent fucking, my darling. It only gets better from here. You learn what you like, what you think drives him wild…" She waggled her eyebrows at her friend. Wren smiled. “Did he…?” Grace made a circling motion with her finger.

One of Pierce’s hands moved to my chest, and when he touched it, he fondled it the same way. I couldn’t recognize my own voice, especially when I felt myself approaching my climax. "Pierce!" For the second time tonight, he made me reach my orgasm. I was catching my breath, exhausted, and looked at Pierce, who had a satisfied grin on his face as he wiped his wet mouth with his thumb. I was frustrated! Not because I wasn’t satisfied, but because I wanted to pleasure him, too. Yes, it sounds competitive, but I also wanted Pierce to praise me. Ugh, now I think I have a praise kink.

I don’t have the right explanation for it. “Get out of your head, Mariana. Now, take me down slower.” I gagged as he pushed deeper. This is freaking too much. I don’t think I can handle this. “Easy, take it easy, and you can. Yeah, just like that butterfly, you’re doing an impressive job.” I didn’t know what made me hornier, the fact that he was praising and talking me through this, or the fact that I love pleasuring him.

They hold me between them and thank god they do, because there’s no way I’d be able to with the amount of pleasure racking through me. I can hear our bodies slapping together. The sound of skin on skin sounds so salacious. They’re growling. Both of them are. And I’m half screaming with euphoria at the feel of it. At the feel of both my mates fucking me at the same time. “She’s so fucking perfect.” Cain growls and my body flushes at the compliment. “She likes praise.” Aeron states lowering his mouth to nip at my shoulder. Cain grins. “Then we’ll praise her. We’ll worship her. Our perfect mate.”

He pushed in slowly at first, letting me adjust, then started thrusting harder. The bench press felt solid under my back. He fucked me deep, hips snapping forward. My legs stayed high over his shoulders, the angle letting him go incredibly deep. “Fuck, your form is perfect,” he groaned, a smile in his voice. “Look at you taking every inch. So strong. So beautiful.” His praise mixed with the hard thrusts sent me flying. I came hard again, this time a full, shattering orgasm that made me scream his name. My body clenched tight around him as pleasure crashed over me. He kept pounding through it, praising me the whole time.

Leaning forward with both my elbows resting on the railings I began to think randomly. Translation: Randomly = about Aasha. The cool Breeze swept from my body as our bed memories began to run in my mind. Just how beautiful it is. Is this how it feels to have the best sex ever? God. I just sound like a virgin. But facts should be accepted. It was amazing. But more than the sex, I felt her amazing. Her body, her whimpers, her cries, her sniffles, her resisted moans, her eyes. I guess god took pretty much time to make her this beautiful.

Ava groaned, slapping her hands away. Rachel tried to compose herself, her smile still lingering as she calmed down. After a pause, her tone softened. “Do you know how many women can’t feel a thing during sex? Like… nothing. Ninety percent are just performing to protect their man’s ego.” She leaned in closer. “But you? You found a man who actually gets it. If he’d been rough, those marks would’ve been purple. That’s pain. But yours? Pink, even delicate. That means he was careful, Ava. He was enjoying you.”

Inch by inch, Dante sank into me until he was fully seated. "There we go," he said, his voice strained. "Taking me so well. Such a good boy for me." The praise made my cock jerk. I'd never been into that before, never liked being called anything during sex. But from Dante, with his deep voice and dominant presence, it was the hottest thing I'd ever heard. "Move," I begged. "Please, Dante. Fuck me." He did, setting a slow, deep rhythm that had me seeing stars. Each thrust hit my prostate perfectly, sending shocks of pleasure through my entire body.

She was worth a thousand. "First of all, I simply refuse to believe that you're not absolutely incredible between the sheets." Ignoring her blush, he carried on. "Being good in bed is all about wanting to be there with the person that you're with... if you're enjoying yourself and feeling desired, then you'll be nothing short of spectacular, baby. I know that. Second, yeah, OK... sex is about pleasing the other person, but not in a 'slave pleasing her master' kind of way. It's not a fucking chore, and it sure as hell ain't a wifely duty or obligation. It ain't about fulfilling someone's expectations – it's all about wanting to give and take, in equal measure. Because baby, if you ain't going

His eyes were filled with lust. "Prathvik", Dua was not in the mood for anything. "What Baby?", Prathvik stroked her neck and planted hot kisses there. "Give me some time to heal", Dua requested Prathvik. Her body wanted time to relax. But her husband was not sparing her. "Sex is an exercise baby. Your body will get healed by this only", Prathvik tore her panties and dipped his fingers into her pussy. Pain shot through her body and He was in the ocean of pleasure.