Pure Romance Sensations Novels & Stories

The strong hands tracing over every nook and cranny of her body awakened unspeakable fiery sensations. Romeo groaned. Completely absorbed in only feeling her, in finally touching her all over as he had done countless times in his dreams and imaginations. The reality is far superior to what he ever could have fantasised. The feel of her silky skin against his, touching her with his very own two hands was simply a divine luxury he wished to savour and drown in for the rest of his life. He wanted to hold her, touch her, kiss her like this forever.

"Watch how beautiful you are in your surrender.” It was too much, the sensation, the command, the visual proof of her own ecstasy. The orgasm washed over her, a wordless, screaming wave that washed around his fingers and left her hollow and gasping. He gentled his touch, prolonging the shudders until she was whimpering with over sensitivity

The electricity that their bodies together caused was felt by both; from the first touch, the first kiss, the first sensations. He was more attracted than he had ever been to another woman. Both of the man's hands were on her body, inflaming her smooth skin and igniting a fire. The fabric of her dress did not dull the sensation, it only made the contact more desirable. Aaron slid one of his hands down until he found the line between the dress and her leg. Lara sighed, feeling the famous butterflies fluttering in her stomach. His fingers ascended, gliding over her skin, crossing the fabric and going beyond what was expected. The touch was like a burning line marking her body with the promise

Time appeared to slow, their senses consumed by the intoxicating dance of their bodies and the mingling of their breaths. Their embrace grew bolder, a fusion of ardor and tenderness. Their hands roamed freely, tracing the contours of one another's forms, seeking solace and pleasure in the gentle caress of their fingertips. The barriers that once separated them dissolved, and they became a single entity in the sacred union of love. ‌

“That was the last needle, Lois. I’m now going to thread the ribbon around the hubs. You’ll feel it pull a little, but I think you’ll like it.” I didn’t like it. I loved it. Lost in my own little world of darkness, all I saw was blazing light. It lit up my body with delicious frissons of electricity, and every inch of me prickled with the need to be touched. Now that he had taken away my sight, all my other senses were compensating, and each tiny whisper of sensation was felt acutely. The satin ribbon slowly stroked my skin, its lightweight tail whispering over my sensitised flesh before it coiled itself around the hubs of the needles embedded into me.

I gasped at the new sensation of being filled while it vibrated deep within. Oh my god, I moaned loudly as he began moving it in and out slowly. The curved tip pressed perfectly against that sensitive spot inside me with every thrust. Liam sucked my breasts again, alternating between them with slow, sensual devotion. His mouth was warm and wet, his tongue teasing my nipples while the vibrator fucked me with steady, delicious strokes. The pleasure was overwhelming. I felt like I was floating in a sea of sensation. It is too much, I whimpered, my hands tangling in his hair. I am going to come again.

The contrast between the gentle pull and the occasional scrape of teeth sent sharp sparks racing through her. The sensations surrounded her completely. The steady glide filling her mouth. The hungry exploration between her legs. The warm mouth on her breast. Every nerve felt alive, overwhelmed by the layered attention. Soft murmurs of appreciation and the wet sounds of mouths and bodies filled the candlelit room. They moved with patient discipline, rotating positions smoothly.

she murmured, her voice a low purr. Her hand moved up to cup his balls, her thumb tracing the sensitive line between them. She watched as he bit his lip, his body tight with restraint. The sight of him, so desperate for release, only made her more aroused. She slid her hand to his chest, her nails lightly scratching along his stomach, feeling the muscles contract beneath her touch.

Then back at him. For a brief moment, common sense screamed at me to run. Instead, I grabbed my purse. "Let's get this over with." The drive across the city felt surreal. Luxury leather seats, tinted windows, and complete silence. I kept waiting for Liam to explain something, anything. He didn't. Finally, I broke. "Do you enjoy being mysterious?" His lips twitched. "I've been accused of that before." "Good." "Why?" "Because now I know it's intentional."

I could see and feel the end of it being depressed and bent this way and that and the sensations were running wild through my body and mind. Gasping at the sensations, a mouth covered my own, and began to kiss me passionately. It teased and sucked my lips until I kissed it back. The sensation was so odd, to feel a mouth on mine but still be unable to see it. A tongue slipped through during the kiss and tangled with mine, inviting me to tame it into submission. Overwhelmed by the sensations flooding my body, I found myself seduced into responding back with a passion that nearly engulfed my being. Feeling my body being maneuvered down flat on the sofa I felt hands spreading my legs apart balan