Romantic Dirty Sign Language Novels & Stories

“Let me mark you as a sign of our undying love.” Her eager eyes met mine as I beckoned with a wave of my smile. I longed to tell the world that Grace was mine. “Do it, Gabriel. I'm yours.” It filled her voice with deep passion. And the touch of her beautiful fingers to my lips means tacit agreement. Gently, my back bends and my lips brush the soft skin of her neck. My fangs show as her palm gently presses against the back of my neck. Grace used the touch code to signal that she wanted me to mark her beautiful neck quickly.

The night went this way until they were tired of all the sex they had. As they were lying side by side facing each other. She smiled seeing the smile on his face and held his hand. “You look beautiful, like a masterpiece,” he said in sign language. He learned that for her and that made her smile. “Thank you,” she said without using a word. Sometimes they used to converse this way and she finds this as the most intimate love language. Where actions and eyes could speak more in the silence. She can see whether he tells the truth or not and he always said the truth.

I said, "Rena..., the rule about dirty talk—" "Dog! I want to get fucked!" Already cutting off my sentence, she actually let out a dirty word. "Squat!" Spontaneously I forced Rena to face the front of the pants I opened and exposed the tension in front of her face. My hand pulled Rena's head closer, passing my long stick over her warm lips many times. "Uh, Ren ...." I looked up, occasionally closing my eyes as I was carried away by the ridiculous bubbling that was getting fuller down there. "Keep going, Ren ...." A little more. Yes ....

She exchanged a brief glance with her lawyer, who nodded imperceptibly. She signed the contract with a flourish, her signature bold and confident. Liam hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the pen. He glanced at his father, who stood nearby, his eyes radiating a silent command. With a sigh, Liam signed the contract, his signature barely legible, a testament to his inner turmoil. The deal was done. The marriage was sealed. The lawyers stepped back, their faces radiating satisfaction. Kang Jin Chen approached Liam, clapping him on the shoulder with a force that seemed almost violent.

“I want to lay you down, spread your legs, and eat your pussy until you’re shaking. Then I want to slide my cock inside you and fuck you deep and slow.” I whimpered and ground harder. “Keep going.” “I want to bend you over and fuck you from behind while I spank that perfect ass. I want to hear you moan my name when you come all over my cock.” “Fuck, Roman…” I was getting close. “You’re really good at dirty talk.” He slapped my ass again. “Come for me, Destiny. Rub that wet pussy on me and come.” I rode him faster, my tits bouncing in his face. He sucked on my nipples while I chased my orgasm.

Wave after brutal wave pulses through me, my knees buckling as I ride his fingers through the overwhelming release, the roar of the drums and cheers swallowing my broken moans. Roman doesn’t stop. He keeps stroking me through every aftershock, drawing it out until I’m trembling and whimpering helplessly in his arms. When it finally subsides, he slowly pulls his fingers out and brings them to my lips. “Clean them,” he orders. I obey, tasting my own sweet, musky arousal on his fingers while the carnival rages on around us, completely unaware. Roman smiles darkly against my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “Good girl. The night is only beginning.”

He straightened up and clicked the button on the remote. “That’s the final slide, my Queen!” Slide 4: The intimacy A picture of two wolves curled under the moonlight appeared on the screen. The mating marks illuminating over their furs were a symbol of commitment according to Xavion as he spoke. “This photo speaks for itself, Azlynn. Marking is more than a bite; it’s an unbreakable promise between two hearts. A vow that no matter what, we will always find each other, even in the darkest of times.

He touched it, and it came to life… “This is the symbol of the Rainforest Rose… the flower that means sexual love…” He said huskily while kissing the symbol, which looked close enough to a rose. “This one, over here…” He caressed the pattern he drew across my breasts. The pattern looked like cherry blossoms. “It is the singing blossoms, the symbols of joy…” He kissed the lines of the pattern, making me gasp. “Then over here, we have the MoonPetal flower…” He tried a small symbol over my heart, bringing it to life. “You already know what it means,” he sighed, tenderly kissing it.

Another dip of her fingers in the blood and she drew a line bisecting the other two. She turned and made the same marks on Sweetcheeks' forehead. "By the blood of the stars that fire my heart and yours, I vow to protect you. What I have is yours. Mo shaol duitse. Mo chroí duit féin. M'anam duitse." Blinding light filled the room for the briefest of moments. It was like a bolt of lightning sparked between them. When I could finally see again, the blood on their skin was gone. The scent of night-blooming jasmine saturated the room.

I forgot for a moment that I am still tied up. “Should I add another finger, my love?” He pushes a third finger into me, stretching me out. “Your pussy is a heaven made just for me.” He forces his fingers into me, faster and faster. “Rome.” I scream his name. “That's it, my love. Let everyone know you're mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to hate. Mine to worship.” His dirty talks are enough to send me over the edge. And it really might send me into sexual high because of how aroused I am.