Novel & Cerita Prolonged Eye Contact

I asked her She nodded her head and went down on me. I always thought eye contact during sex was going to be something awkward. But with me and Eden, it was not in any way awkward. Our eyes locked as I gently pushed myself into her repeatedly. Her moans of pleasure sounded beautiful to my ears and I went fast, she held onto my shoulders, trying to get used to our rhythm.

I tittered. The way we're standing, we facing each other closely with just few inches away, our eye contact caught each other and we maintained it, we stared at each other for a while and stared off, "Sylvia something like happens occasionally and it just happen to falls on this period, does that mean if I wasn't here, you would scream out all the veins in your throat or rather bury under ground thinking it's an eclipse? Wait how do you even view eclipse a fire out or. War?" I scoffed, she stroke her hair backward,

He is dressed formally in a suit and tie, engaged in a business meeting with someone facing away from me. I suddenly sense someone's gaze upon me, causing me to look up. Our eyes meet, and we hold each other's gaze for what feels like an eternity. After a full 10 seconds, I become aware of my actions and hastily avert my eyes, feeling a wave of embarrassment for being caught staring.

His hands clamped her thighs, spreading her wider, and holding her very open. "Look at me," he commanded, and she did immediately. They kept the eye contact, while his cock was moving inside her wet pussy, as it was taking it completely. It wasn't just fucking. There was raw, and electric intensity—something possessive in the way they kept eye contact. It was meaningless. But watching their faces, watching them lock eyes together while fucking with slow, deep strokes—made it real. It made the jealousy choke me harder, and it felt like tears was about to drop from my eyes.

"I know what you mean." When he looked back at the porch Noah was watching him from across the space. Not quickly — not the glance of someone caught doing something. He was just looking, openly, and when their eyes met he didn't look away immediately. He held it for one full second — two — and then Greta said something and he turned back to her. Eli felt the eye contact like something physical. Like a hand that had reached across the distance and not quite touched. He set his plate down on the porch rail.

Third row, middle table, he is looking at me intensely and I can’t help the shiver that runs down my spine when our eyes lock. I hold eye contact for a few seconds before going back to finishing my speech then stepped down. I can’t help but find him with my eyes when I descent the stage and I find him already looking at me. I break eye contact and walked to my table taking a seat. “That was a brilliant speech Miss Black and congratulations on your business.” A lady next to me says. “Thank you.” I turned my head again looking for those icy blue eyes that I can still feel on me and indeed. They will be looking straight at me making me feel strange, not in a bad way but in a way that I haven’t

He leaned forward, balanced his elbows on his thighs and clutched his big hands together; all while still staring at her. If he was working at being menacing, he was doing a good job of it. Anelia shuffled nervously under his cold stare, wanting for nothing more than to tear her eyes away from his. But, remembering her mother's words; eye contact was the best bet to convince someone that you had nothing to hide, she maintained eye contact. "Who do you work for? The Chronicle? The Early Times?" He asked cooly, in that deep velvety voice. Was it her imagination or his voice just happened to be octaves deeper than that of an average man.

Cole nodded his head, his eyes not wavering away from mine. There was an intensity in his gaze that made my breath catch for a moment. His unwavering eye contact was both unnerving and strangely comforting, as if he was trying to convey something deeper than words could express. There was a noticeable silence between the both of us as we just continued staring at each other. It felt like the world had paused, leaving only the two of us in this suspended awkward moment. The air was thick with unspoken words and emotions, creating a tension that was almost electric.

The lust in my flesh is obvious, my eyes are teary and shrouded in lust, but he is the same. My eyes flutter shut in anticipation of my coming undone. “Eyes on me, or I stop f*cking you.” Christ, he is so vulgar! Still, with a frown on my brows as my only form of resistance, I force my gaze to meet his in the mirror. How…can someone maintain such intense eye contact in such an act? I do not have time to ponder this as the building within me explodes, quivering my knees that he is forced to support my stomach hastily so that I do not pool on the floor.

Her bright blue eyes sparkled as she scanned the room, her long, curly brown hair bouncing with each movement. Our eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze. We stared at each other, the air thick with tension, the sounds of the classroom fading into the background. It felt like an eternity, but it was only a few seconds. However her intense gaze felt like flames burning into my soul, making my skin prickle with discomfort. I broke eye contact, looking away, and the awkwardness lingered. When I glanced back, Pearl had already taken her seat in one of the front row seats, her bright blue eyes fixed on the instructor's table.