Slow Sex Gifs Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I missed it. I missed you. And I want to savor this just a little longer.” My eyes roll back as he picks up the tempo and my hips jerk off the bed several times, my walls clenching tight. I whimper when he withdraws his fingers, but he kisses me to make up for it and I hear the sound of his zipper coming down in the darkness. A moment later, the blunt head of his cock nudges against my entrance. “I’m going to take it slow,” Adrian whispers as he kisses my forehead. “Very slow.” I don’t realize how slow he means until I’m having to beg for another inch of him, purposely clenching just to tempt him to give me more.

“Slow and sweet this time. Want to ride you while we talk about forever.” His eyes darkened with raw emotion, hands guiding my hips as I lifted slightly, positioning him at my entrance. I sank down inch by inch, both of us moaning long and low as he stretched me open again—slow, deliberate, every thick vein dragging along my sensitive walls until I was seated fully, stuffed and full and trembling. “Like this, baby?” I breathed, starting a lazy roll of my hips, grinding deep circles that kept him buried, the head of his cock pressed firmly against my cervix. “Perfect,” he rasped, voice thick, one hand splaying over my lower stomach like he could feel himself inside me, the other cupping my br

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.

Pushed in — slow, deep, filling him inch by inch. He moaned — low, broken. I stilled. Let him feel every thick inch. Then I started moving — long, slow rolls. Deep. Deliberate. Every thrust dragging against that spot. Hand wrapped around his cock — stroking in time. The fairy lights glowed above us — golden halos on our skin, on the sweat slicking our bodies, on the rings that still fit perfectly after all these years. We moved together — slow, reverent, like we had all the time in the world.

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.