Slow Sex Gifs Novels & Stories

Kol 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 snorted, laughing despite myself, and his grin widened as we tumbled back into the sheets. This wasn’t frantic, desperate sex like before, this was slow. Gentle. Like he was memorizing me all over again. His hands moved over my body, tracing every line, every mark, kissing places no one had touched. I moaned as his fingers slid inside me, teasing, coaxing, worshipping. When he finally slid his dick into me, it was so achingly slow, like the world had shrunk to just us. His lips brushed my ear, his teeth teasing my neck, murmuring my name like a vow.

I moaned and flipped my hair and it scattered all over his face. He brushed it off slowly. He stroked my pussy, his fingers moving slower than the rhythm of my heart. I tilted my neck and all the breath of my moans poured on his cheek. He continued stroking me. He pushed his finger deeper, stretching my cunt with his big fingers. My lips pressed on his cheek and my spit plastered there. He kept stroking.. Not fast. Just slow. Very very slow. I moaned, my moans long and slow like his strokes.

“We’ll go slow.” He eases the toy back out—agonizingly slow—until only the tip remains nestled at my entrance. Then he presses forward again, the same measured pace, letting me feel every centimeter as it slides back in. No vibration yet. No rush. Just the steady, deliberate stretch, the way my walls part around the firm silicone, the faint drag of the slight ridge near the base.

I do as he says, tears stinging my eyes, and I gasp again when he finally bottoms out fully, his balls slapping my ass. Then, slowly, he pulls out, then pushes back in again. “It’s so slow,” I manage out, closing my eyes shut as the sensations of having slow sex for the first time with him takes over my chest. “Go fast.” “No, baby,” he shakes his head, brushing away the damp hair from my forehead. “Let’s feel this together.” “I—“ I shake my head, hating whatever the fuck is going on inside me. “I can’t.” “You can, baby. You can,” he flicks my clit, pulls back out, then thrusts back in while grounding his hips in a way that makes the crown of his cock rub against my g-spot. “You’ve handled wo

Then he slowly enter his shaft on mine that made my lips apart. Why is it tingling?! "Ahh," a moan scape from my mouth as he continue entering me! He positioned himself well first. I didn't help it but to hold his arm when he started to move. It was slow as if it was teasing me! Because of his slow moving above me, It feels...good?! It's tingling not gonna lie! "Uhmmm," a soft moan came out of my mouth again. I then hear him chuckles. "Your moans are so sexy," he says in a deep voice as he starts moving fast.

His lips moved across mine slowly as his hands danced along my skin, giving me goosebumps. "I love you, Scar." He murmured. "You're so beautiful." "You're really gonna go slow with this huh?" He nodded before moving down to my neck. There was no pain like there usually was. Only pleasure. I slipped my fingers in his hair as I moaned. Going slow was both agonizing and refreshing. I think I could get used to it. Grayson's hands made their way to my hips and lifted them before he slowly entered me. His eyes rolled back as his grip on my hips tightened. For a moment he sped up and then seemed to remember that this time was supposed to be different.

The pace was a slow, heavy, friction-loaded glide—each long stroke pulling out until the head almost cleared the opening before plunging back in with a deep, deliberate weight that made Elias groan out loud, his head thrashing against the desktop. There was no rush against a clock; there was only the rhythmic, wet sliding sound of their bodies connecting in the quiet office, thirty stories above the dead city. Damien reached down between their bellies, his fingers wrapping gently around Elias’s fully erect, leaking cock, moving in a slow, synchronized cadence that matched the heavy roll of his hips. Every plunge hit the sensitive cluster of nerves inside Elias’s core, sending waves of white-

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.

He knew what she wanted. “I want you to slide your cock into my pussy.” “Like this?” her husband asked, filling her up at once. Hana gasped in appreciation. It was so good she could cry in gratitude. He pulled out and pushed back in so slowly like he was savouring a century old expensive wine. She locked her legs together, but it didn’t stop him from moving at an even slower pace. Her body trembled from the shock. Nerves built in her body, rushing from her toes and threatening to explode in her vagina. “You want me to go slow? Like this?”