Slow Sex Gifs Novels & Stories

end of her. “Please, Nacen. Fuck me.” “I will, baby.” He caught her wrists and lifted them above her head, pinning her hands to the arm of the sofa. “But first I’m gonna make love to you,” he rasped against her ear as he came down over her, pulling his hips back and then slowly pushing back inside, rubbing the entire front of her body with his. “First we do it slow; then I’ll fuck you as hard and as fast as you want.” “Slow is boring,” she tossed back, trying to goad him into action. But the cocky male just laughed against the side of her throat. “Not the way we do it.”And, God, was he right. He rode her with that slow, maddening, devastating rhythm until she was a shivering, pleading mess,

he groans in my ears as he thrust into me. I moan loudly and freely. I feel so full,I can feel him in my tummy. My finger scratches his back and he thrust even deeper. I think he likes it when I scratch him. We are make loving in my bed,this isn't like the first time we had sex,this is slow and sensual. He is kissing all over my body leaving love bite or hickeys. I wrapped my legs around him and I felt him even deeper than before. "Oh Grayson" I moan

Slow strokes Intro- There's always a gentleness to simple slow lovemaking. Amber's P.O.V. I was trembling, A slow hiss crept out of Jay's mouth as he took another inch inside me. My hands gripped his arms ferociously. My gaze connected with his, and time froze. His eyes were filled with profane desire, and they were a loud plea for everything I could give. “Fuuuuck,” he uttered when I’d made it all the way down and he was fully seated inside my body. His expression twisted with lust, focused only on me. It was crazy how he made me feel.

"I'm going to go soft and slow, baby girl, until you're begging for it hard." A whimper escapes my mouth as his lips press against mine, his fingers running along my body slowly. His teeth biting down on my neck. I moan, leaning forward, his mouth continuing to tantalize my senses, slowly pushing me closer to solace. His fingers run down my chest, nothing between us but air, as his fingers pull the toy out, then slowly, his fingers slip inside me. He keeps them inside of me, moving slowly, as his mouth stays kissing along my neck, jaw and shoulders. My head falls back as I lose more of myself under his power.

It's not easy, almost impossible to continue with a slow motion sex all through except you're either sick or the other party doesn't turn you on so well, once it's the other case, it's passion, the fire and hunger in your heart taking charge and not you yourself. He first begins by playfully rubbing his dick across her clit, she closes her eyes moaning like someone in bliss, this is what she enjoys the most, sex on suspense, where her body wants more but that more needed right now comes slowly keeping her estimating and expecting for more. Her groans go on and on until Alessio drags her legs off the bed almost to the edge.

Giselle whispered, her voice low and seductive. Dominic did not answer with words. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Giselle’s waist, pulling her slender body closer until their chests collided. The next second, the disgusting sight unfolded mercilessly before Vivienne’s eyes. They poured out the longing they had suppressed for five years with brutal intensity. Giselle lowered her head, burying her face in the crook of Dominic’s neck, sucking at the skin there until reddish marks appeared in contrast against it. Dominic groaned deeply, his hands moving wildly over Giselle’s hips, demanding more.

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.

They couldn't sleep, they just lay in the bed and Everytime she tried to close her eyes, he fucked her slowly with a sleepy intensity. While Elvis did that, she curled up to his arm. Her body still hums with every memory. So detailed. Virelle sighed heavily. She wanted to sleep, but he wasn't ready to let her be. He had her for a night, so he wasn't ready to stop. The arch between her legs was so real. Elvis fucked slowly, while Virelle just closed her eyes, moaning softly. He dragged her back, so close to him as his hips moved in a lazy rhythm. She just surrendered, her body melting into the bed, while her hands tangled the sheets. It was so slow, yet it kicked fireworks in her core.

I suggest playfully. He grins, pulling me into a kiss. This time, it's slower, exploratory. He positions me on the edge of the table, standing between my legs. I stroke his cock lazily, stirring it back to life. He enters me again. This time it's gentle, his hands exploring every part of my body, tracing my sides, cupping my breasts, fingers tweaking my nipples. I lean back on my elbows, watching where we join, the sight erotic, the oil making everything glistening, slippery. He leans down, mouth on my neck, sucking while he thrusts deeper. My fingers dig into his shoulders, and he speeds up, one hand between us, rubbing my clit in tight circles. Another orgasm builds, slower this time, but

“Slower. I want to watch you build.” I slow down. Barely touching my clit – featherlight circles that keep me on edge without pushing me forward. On screen, his hand matches my pace – long, slow strokes, his thumb swiping across his head on each upstroke in a way that we’re synchronized, matching rhythms across three thousand miles. “Slide your fingers lower,” he says. “I want to watch you push them inside.” I slide down. My fingers tracing through my folds – slick, soaked, parting easily. I circle my entrance. Look at the camera. Look at his face on the screen – jaw tight, eyes locked on my hand between my legs and his hard cock in his fist.