Slow Sex Gifs Novels & Stories

Holden murmurs against my ear as he positions himself; easing in gently. My eyes roll back in my head as he rolls his hips, catching every sensitive part of me perfectly. I want more, I want it harder, but every time I try to slam back into him he halts me, and tells me again, "slow baby. Slow." I'm getting impatient; I don't do slow sex. I do love rough hard quick sex. Why won't he give me what I want? The weird thing is, I feel my body tighten and build up slowly with this extraordinary torture.

" I was helpless and I couldn't wait for him. Giving a few more teasing licks; he gives in, sitting back in the chair once more. I slowly stand, he takes my panties off, and I straddle him once more. This time there is no material in the way, just my hot wetness on his hard cock. I rub against him, teasing him just a little more. Finally, I can't take it and I slowly move above him, feeling his cock pressing at my pussy, begging to be inside. I lower myself slowly, inch by inch. He raises his hips, but I resist "I have waited too long to rush this...I am going to take my time and fuck you slowly, till you are completely insane...or I am." Inch by inch, his hard cock slowly filled me till it

He was excited after realizing the power, he had over her. “ Slide down on me and then move slowly ” He ordered, as Frore leaned up unsurely, before sliding down on his already hard cock, hissing at the pain and pleasure. Connecting their foreheads, he dragged his rough fingers down her back with the smile still plastered over his lips. He rested his hands against her asscheek and squeezed it roughly, guiding her to move slowly back and forth, as they both moaned out at the slow agonizing pace. They could feel each other much better now.

He kisses my neck again, growling, “ You are Mine.” My top is removed and his mouth replaces his hands on my body, he takes his time to make love to my body. A slow intense pressure builds as if we have all the time in the world, my body growing even hotter and impatient. I can feel his entire length and he is rock hard. Why is he putting us through the slow torture? He answers as if he can hear my thoughts. “Because the slower the build, the more powerful the explosion.” “Hmmm…” I answer, with pleasure, taking over my every sense. I grind my body against him seductively slowly touching his rock-hard length and he sucks a breath. I smirk. “Let’s see how you like the slow torture.”

A third time, slower. "I’m sure," I whispered, smiling against his lips before kissing him again, deeper this time, leaving no space for doubt. "Ride me," he said. I straddled him, his hands steadying my hips as I sank down onto him. He filled me, every inch pushing me open, stretching me until I gasped. "Fuck," I whispered.He held me there for a moment, letting me adjust. Then I started to move. Slow, deep rolls of my hips that made both of us groan. His hands guided me, helped me find the rhythm, the friction, the pressure.

He was slow, slow with his movements dragging out my orgasm. He continued to kiss all over my body until I was completely relaxed when he finally slid into me. He did that as slow as the rest. He pumped with no real force but at a leisurely pace. His mouth found mine again, and as he melted into me, he kissed me. This was not the rough fucking we usually did. Now, this felt like I was being worshiped. My arms wrapped around him, and I ran my small hands through his beautiful hair. My hands traveled down his back, feeling each curve of his muscles.

I bit on my lip so hard I thought I was going to make it bleed. “Please what?” “Put it in.” “Put what in?” “Your fingers,” I was practically begging shamelessly at this point. Finally he slid his fingers along my slit - lightly massaging, stroking my clit, scratching the inner lips and then finally inserted his index finger in and I moaned his name loudly,my breath caught in my chest. “How fast do you want me to go?” “Very fast.” “Wrong answer.” He shook his head with a devilish glint in his eyes.”We take it slow and then build momentum.”

Samara He slides into me slowly, the feel of him stretching me makes me hiss as my body tries to adjust to the stretch. “Relax, baby. I’ll go slow. It will be easier if you relax,” he says, kissing the side of my mouth and making his way to my neck. He begins sucking on my marking spot, and I cry out at the pleasure of it as he begins moving in and out of me slowly. There is pain, but now, the pleasure of him sucking on my marking spot, feeling his teeth grazing over it, overpowers the sting of his body filling mine.

He guides my head , in and out , slowly, then fast , till I start gagging, he paused and said “spread those legs “ . I fall back on the bed , a little relieved from all the sucking, and open my legs wide enough so he could see how soaked I am for him . He crawls slowly to me, now on top , guides my legs up. I let out a moan as he slid in . I could feel every inch of him .”you like that ?” He says while he starts thrusting slowly, “yes ,I love it “ I cry as I felt his thrust , building , slowly, fast , faster , faster……...”arghh” he cries out as he pulls out and falls back beside me on the bed , breathing really fast . He gets up without a word.

Pushes in slow. Double stuffed again. In my own bed. I cry out. Head falls back. Nico climbs on. Kneels in front of my face. Cock in my mouth. They start moving. Slow at first. Then harder. Bed creaks. Headboard taps the wall. My fairy lights blink above us. Soft colors dancing over our sweaty bodies. I come fast. Too fast. Squirting around Matteo’s cock. Soaking the white sheets. They don’t stop.