Sexo Suave Novels & Stories

“Sasha will take you, fill you to the limits of what you can bear. Me… I will make you feel every millimeter, every pulse.” He approaches the sofa, his sex at the level of my face. His scent, musky, masculine, washes over me. It is the scent of possession. “Touch,” he commands. My hand trembles as I raise it. I extend hesitant fingers and lightly touch the warm, silky skin of his member. It is firm as stone, but the skin covering it is incredibly soft. I feel a vein throbbing beneath my thumb. A shiver runs the length of his sex, and he lets out a low groan.

No rush, no dominance; just tender connection. One such morning, sunlight slanting golden across the sheets, Alexander kissed Luca awake, slow and deep. Julian watched, eyes soft, before joining, placing his lips against Luca’s neck, hands roaming lazily. “We need this,” Alexander murmured, sliding down Luca’s body, lips brushing his hip. “To remember why we’re doing it.” Luca arched as Alexander took his cock into his mouth with a gentle suction, tongue swirling without urgency. Julian kissed Luca’s lips, swallowing his pleading moans, fingers teasing his entrance with feather-light circles.

He belched. “Sorry, I love wine.” Felix told me. Slowly, the conversation drifted towards love and sex issues. “What is your idea of a perfect marriage?” I asked Felix. “Great sex, enough money to sustain us, harmony and being healthy.” Felix told me smiling. The man oozed charisma and I understood why it was easy to get attracted to him. “Grace, let us talk like mature people now: I want you, right here, right now, I want to give you an orgasm.” Felix told me. I took it he was already tipsy and it was alcohol working in him.

The room was bathed in the soft, muted light, casting a sensual ambiance that heightened the anticipation of what was to follow. As I hovered above her, our lips met in another searing kiss, and the world outside ceased to exist. I squeezed Jane gently, like a delicate flower, as I enjoyed the feel of her bréasts against my chest. The softness of her laps on my cóck filled me with a séxual urge. To make love to her, to fúck her. "Oh god, darling," she exclaimed after the kiss ended, "I need you. I need your big cóck."

She wanted to feel April's pussy lips against hers. "Sure, which position do you want to try out?" April asked. She had really enjoyed the feeling of Josephine's fingers and lips on her pussy so she wanted to keep going. "It is the scissors sex position. Is it ok with you if our pussies touch? Because the position allows me to rub my pussy lips against yours. I promise you that you will love it." Josephine said hesitantly, thinking that April would say no. "Yes, Josephine, I am totally okay with it. I want you to touch me, fuck me, rub your pussy against mine. I fucking want more. Please touch me, Josephine." April said. Josephine could see April's need and desire in her eyes.

"Spencer, do you like what you see? Your eyes are as wide as saucers…" I could feel that every muscle in his body had tensed. His body temperature was slowly rising, and his skin was heating up. In fact, it seemed as if even his blood was about to boil. His Adam's apple bobbed vigorously, and the vein on the side of his neck popped sexily. I tilted my head, then ran my soft lips over that vein, before landing on his Adam's apple and giving it a small nibble. It was like a dam had suddenly broken. Or a volcano that had been asleep for a millennium had abruptly erupted.

Dried towels soft pat skin dry hair loose wet waves robe white terry tied loose tits cleavage showing. Bar cart he poured scotch two fingers ice clink glass handed one sip burn smooth warmth spread chest. Sat sofa leather cool ass sip slow talk light work projects deadlines voice professional but hand thigh stroking up inner soft. Fingers lace edge dip slit wet again thumb clit press circle moan soft glass set table. Bend sofa arm he said stood skirt robe hiked ass up legs spread. Cock hard again nudged pussy slide easy soaked thrust deep pull out slow pull back in hard rhythm build fast hands hips slap skin red.

R: Rough Handling, Rutting Season, Restraint Via Strength/Powers, Regenerative Stamina Manhandling and forceful positioning. Biological imperatives driving mating behavior. Being held down by supernatural strength or abilities. Recovery times measured in minutes, not hours. S: Scales, Slick Non-Human, Split Anatomy, Size Kink, Supernatural Strength, Suffocation Play Textured skin that feels different. Natural lubrication that isn't human. Forked or doubled anatomy. Partners significantly larger or smaller. Strength used during sex. Breath control as intimacy. T: Tentacles Obviously, Tails Used Creatively, Teeth Marks, Temperature Extremes, Transformation Mid-Sex

Her combo of fragility and badness hardened his cock. "What'll it be?" DeMarco picked up the wine or Soju. She chose the Soju. "Wrap yourself around me." She obeyed. He walked slowly with her in his arms; he didn't miss the throbbing of her pulse at the base of her slender throat or the way her breast rose as she drew a deep breath. He nudged her head to the side to bare her throat, his spicy masculine scent drugging her senses as his head dipped and he planted a hot kiss on her even hotter flesh. At the same time, he took Ava, and the Soju into the living room.

He leaned down, kissing her deeply, tasting her sigh of pleasure as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him even deeper. "Are you okay?" he whispered against her lips, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Yes," she gasped, her voice tight with pleasure. "Don't stop, Xavier. Please." With a low groan, Xavier began to move. He established a slow, heavy, and punishingly deep rhythm. Every thrust was powerful, filling her completely, his broad chest rubbing against her sensitive breasts with every downward stroke. The heat in the room rose, the heavy scent of sex and lavender filling the air, accompanied by the wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies colliding and t