Sweet Sensation Never Let You Go Novels & Stories

Then suddenly he thrust in fully. "Oh my God!" I literally screamed. His face quickly flashed with concern. "Is it painful? Should I stop?" I shook my head. "Don't stop, please." He continued gently, thrusting in and out slowly until I fully adjusted to him. "Oh my God Anna. You're so fuck...ing... sweet." He whispered into my mouth. I bit my lips, trying to suppress a scream. I hadn't felt this good in a very long time. He filled me up completely and my eyes were seeing fireworks.

Helga's gentle demeanor caught him like a net catching a fish. It reminded him of all the good moments he shared with his ex. Men could sometimes get obsessed with their first love, so it didn't take long for them to rekindle the old romance and start flirting around. … "You've been upset since she left. You…" Helga didn't finish her sentence. "You can't let her go, can you?" Shawn's hand froze, but he resumed his movement a moment later. "I have. You're just reading too much into it. It's just… seeing someone I know leave is always a sad occasion."

He leaned on one elbow, watching my face with intense eyes as his hand moved lower and lower, grazing the place aching for his touch. “Sweetheart, trust me. I like you much better when you’re living and breathing.” Watching my face closely, he slid his fingers into my slick heat, finding my pulsing center. Never breaking eye contact, he began to move, slow and soft. My breath caught in my throat and my eyelids fluttered closed. “Keep breathing,” he whispered as his fingers picked up the pace. And then his lips were on my skin, nipping and licking a burning trail over my chest. I gasped as his tongue flicked over a nipple. “There you go.”

My legs give way as pleasure rocks through me, again filling my vision with glitters. Niklaus secures my waist when I topple over, and his mouth covers mine before more moans can leave my throat. It takes me a while to register the sound of applause filling the venue or the music because that scent holds me captive. That bitter, almost woodsy scent. Huh… it’s almost like my favourite cigarette. So fucking... intoxicating.

I found my space in his arms as if it had been made for me, moulding to his body, moving with him like liquid warmth, and yet still turning him rock-hard. "I could feel him inhaling my scent, devouring it, letting it feed into his senses like a drug. Class and sweetness and lush, ripe woman combining in one package to make the ultimate aphrodisiacs. The number ended, and another musical piece began, and even after the next we just kept dancing together. he didn't relinquish me from his arms as we swayed with the Music, seems he read my mind. All I want to do is to keep dancing away with the night .

And honey I know you'll be there to relieve me The love you give to me will free me If you don't know the thing you're dealing Ohh I can tell you, darling, that it's s*x*al healing Get up, get up, get up, get up Let's make love tonight Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up 'Cause you do it right Baby, I got sick this mornin' A sea was stormin' inside of me Baby, I think I'm capsizin' The waves are risin' and risin' And when I get that feeling I want s*x*al healing S*x*al healing is good for me Makes me feel so fine, it's such a rush Helps to relieve the mind, and it's good for us S*x*al healing, baby, it's good for me s*x*al healing is something that's good for me Well, it's good for me and it'

"Just let me have this moment. Let me have this memory. Let me keep this forever. Let me hold onto this. Let me never let go. Let me have this one thing. This one perfect thing. This one perfect moment." The seconds stretch. His lips hover near mine. So close I can almost taste them. So close I can almost feel them. So close I can almost believe this is real. So close I can almost forget everything else. So close I can almost stop thinking. So close I can almost let go. So close I can almost surrender. My hand finds his chest. His heart is racing. His breath is fast. His skin is warm. His body is trembling. His soul is open. His eyes are closed. His lips are parted.

We trust one another to allow it. “No screaming…. no ….. just let's do…. be quiet as we can…. Maybe slow.” He seems to be having a tough time forming words as I circle my hips and grind down on him, losing myself to the sensation of the best feeling ever. Hitting the sweet spot, feeding a craving, and scratching the itch that was crying for him. Nothing can substitute this, and I can’t believe I went twenty-four years without it.

The music transported me back to my roots in New Orleans, and I swayed in his arms, feeling the rhythm in my soul. I turned to him, my lips brushing against his, and we shared a soft, sweet kiss. His taste was a unique blend of sweetness, lust, and deep love, a flavor that was uniquely Abatrose. My desire for him flared, and I knew that tonight, he would be mine. We savored the moment, our love and need for each other building, the tension between us growing in anticipation of the night ahead.