Slow Sex Gifs Novels & Stories

”I…I had missed having sex with you,that’s why. He laughed.”You’re so adorable.But I did promise to fuck you until you can’t stop coming.Can you go on?”He asked,looking concerned. I was pretty sensitive down there but the feel of his muscular body on top of me was rapidly making me want more. I nodded.”Just…go slow for now.”I whispered. “Okay.”He leaned over and kissed me again. It was wonderful. As his velvety tongue slowly penetrated me,he started to rock his hips backwards and forwards so that his shaft did the same to my pussy.

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.”

And cursed inside my head as I watched him spread my cleft to suck my clit*ris, which made me shiver. I clutched his hair as he continued to nibble and lick the sides of my clit. “Oh...” I murmured. His right hand began to grasp my left bum and massage it in a circular motion, which added to my delight. He sucked once more into my clit before standing up, turning me around, and allowing me to face the wall. I felt his shaft enter mine after a few moments, and then he pulled my hips backward, causing me to bend slightly. He began to thrust, but he was doing so slowly. And I don't particularly appreciate how slowly he does things—I know it’s killing me. Slowing down is like torture for me.

His rock-hard cock enters me in one slow maneuver, filling me with pleasure. Our pace is slow as he pulls in and out, staring into my eyes with his head pressed against mine. He tastes like me as he kisses the corners of my lips and whispers sweet promises in my ears. It's slow and sweet, even as my fingernails rake across his back when my body reaches for new heights for the second time in the short span.

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.

Isla had never thought that sex could be this good even at a slow pace. She could feel his restraint—the way he tried to stay in control, to be gentle even when his body trembled with need. The world outside ceased to exist; all that mattered was the sound of their hearts beating together. “Gabriel, please, I need more of you.” His lips silenced her immediately. His lower body was moving at a slow pace. His hands were wrapped around her shoulder and his mouth in hers. They were both in the world of ecstasy. Isla's eyes rolled to the back, as she had been consumed by overstimulation.

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.