Sweet Wife In My Arms Novels & Stories

I faintly utter. "I love you more, my wife." He rests his body on me. Both of us were exhausted, and sweated but blissed. His heavy and faster breathing is tickling my heaving chest. It's nothing but the ecstasy of love. 🎵🎵🎵 In your arms, I find my place, Lost in love's tender embrace, A melody that fills the air, Our hearts entwined, a love so rare. 🎶🎶🎶

｡☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━｡☆✼★  ｡☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━｡☆✼★ Cause we were just kids when we fell in love Not knowing what it was I will not give you up this time But darling, just kiss me slow Your heart is all I own And in your eyes, you're holding mine He had felt a sense of contentment and peace wash over him as she fitted perfectly against his body, her curves molding to his like the missing piece of a puzzle. He held her tighter, his arms encircling her body in a possessive and protective embrace as his eyes didn't leave hers even for a second. Baby, I'm dancing in the dark With you between my arms Barefoot on the grass Listening to our favorite song When you said you looked a mess I whispered underneath m

How on earth was Sweetie in my arms? To add to my shock, my eyes fluttered as I looked around. I was back in my room in my pack house. "Oh no!" I said as I realized that it must be a dream. But then, I wondered how Sweetie could be so real in my arms. Sweetie wings shook as it struggled to fly away from my arms. It was then I realized I had been embracing it too tight. "God, I've missed you!" I said as I swiped my tears off my face.

I should have shouted at him earlier and hurt him, but I did not. “Come here,” he whispered, then he pulled me closer to him. Without hesitation, he hugged my waist and put his chin on my shoulder. I gasped heavily. His arms were strong, and his chest was hard and firm. I feel like a child without a fight if I try to get out of his embarrassment. “I’ve missed you so much, Sweetie,” he said huskily. His lips touched my ear that made me shiver all over my body. “I just came to realize that I can’t live without you in my arms; that love does not require standards of beauty and wealth. I choose to love you because you deserve to be loved,” he whispered.

Duerme ya, dulce bien Duerme ya, dulce amor Dulces sueños tendrás al oir mi canción. I knew from the first note that I was dreaming even before I realized where I was. I only ever hear her voice when I am dreaming. And it was the only song she ever sings to me. The dream was always the same, we were outside sitting under a maple tree in the backyard of our small house. It was autumn, the leaves were falling down in their natural shades. We would make beds from the leaves and spend sunsets in there looking at the setting sun. My mother would hug me and sing me Brahm’s lullaby until I fall asleep in her arms. I remember it with a warm fuzzy feeling in my chest. It was my favorite memory of her

“Morning beautiful” “Umm, morning handsome” She snugged closer to me. Her arm moved and ended up rubbing against my erection “Oh” she gasped “What do you expect when you are laid in my arms” “I thought you would be used to waking up next to me by now” I lifted her chin and gave her a soft kiss “I will always want you baby”

Before she could say anything, Sweet, ever the gentleman, swiftly removed his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. Seline was taken aback by the gesture, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected act of kindness. She wrapped herself in the jacket, reveling in its warmth and the faint scent of Sweet's cologne. It was a moment of closeness and shared warmth that left her feeling both grateful and strangely connected to her enigmatic boss.

His smile made him more hot-looking as he ate me with his eyes. I thought he would join me in bed, instead, he extended his right arm to me and said in his sexy bedroom voice while he had a sexy grin, "Come honey let's take a shower." With a puzzled look, I wrapped the sheet around me and got off the bed. He was ready to hold my hand and gently pulled me to him. He put his arms around me. "Still sore? Don't worry it will be gone soon. You have to get used to me honey because I will make love to you several times a day every day," he said with a naughty smile.

Grace wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his throat. "James, I'm yours," Her voice was a whisper, a thread of sound. She was still trying to find her breath after her orgasm. "Make me yours. I want to feel you inside of me and know I belong only to you. I need that." She rained kisses over his face and found his mouth almost blindly, tasting herself as their mouths welded together.

His lips moved to the light rise and fall of her stomach. Armel licked at the sweet flesh as he moved lower, so desperate to taste her. Soft, sweet folds drew him, tempted him. The light glaze of her feminine honey was an addiction he refused to deny himself. “I’ve missed you so much…” he whispered. The tight, swollen knot of her clit greeted his lips and tongue as Armel moved lower. The sweetness of her exploded against his tongue as a groan tore from his lips. He had no idea if he could hold on long enough to give her the pleasure he was aching to give her.