Take Two To Tango Novels & Stories

I said softly as I stood right in front of him. His eye eyes glowed as he listened to my every word in pure concentration and as he took my outstretched hand, I guided him to center of the room. Letting my arms wrap around him, moving his to my waist as we got into position for a dance. “Tango is like a drug, a drug that makes you forget all your problems and focus on your most primary desires. So, if you are drawn to tango Hudson, that means there is something to want to forget, and there is something that you want to only focus on. The question is, what exactly is it that you want to focus on?” I whispered in his ears as our bodies finally merged, our chests rubbing as I took the lead of t

Their tongues danced together, an intricate and passionate tango that spoke of unfulfilled desires and a love that had endured against all odds. Ragnar drew her closer, their bodies pressed together in an embrace that left no room for doubt or hesitation. The desire between them was undeniable, a tangible force that surged through their veins, binding them together in a powerful union of heart and soul. For Ragnar, being so close to her only intensified how much he had missed her. Every fiber of his being ached for her touch, her presence, her love. He yearned for Aloha with a fervor that consumed him.

"Open your eyes, Mera!" "Where's the cockroach? Spider? Then the spider is no longer there?" I asked to make sure. "Yes, it's not there anymore." I opened my eyes slowly. "Tara...!" Brandy showed me a pretty little box. "Oh God! What is this...? So beautiful." I was surprised to be continued

“If you are.” The offer hung there. Andre didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he picked up his glass again, studying her over the rim for a moment before lifting it slightly in a silent gesture of a toast. Lila hesitated for only a secondbefore she lifted her own glass. The faint clink as the glasses touched was soft. “To your new beginning,” Andre said. Lila took a small sip of her drink, the cool sweetness cutting through the dryness in her mouth. As she swallowed, the reality of where she was settled over her again, just as surreal as it had been when she first walked in.

I said, s‍mil⁠in​g back shyly. We held hands⁠ and walked around. We peeked int‍o one room. T‌wo white gu⁠ys and two brown-s⁠kinned women we‍r⁠e having a moment. O​ne guy wa‍s thrusting into a woman while pinching her nip⁠ples⁠. She moaned, “Oh y​es… ri​ght there… yes!” The other woman got on her hands and knees. The second guy saw us.‍ “Wan⁠t t‌o join?”

His tongue swirled around her sensitive bud, eliciting a moan of pure ecstasy from Tally’s lips. Lost in the intensity of their connection, Tally cried out in shock as he pushed two large fingers into her. She moved her hands to grip his shoulders and push against him. Even his fingers seemed big, stretching her. Tally threw her head back and cried out. She stopped pushing on his shoulders but pulled him closer, as his thumb glazed over her clit. Her nails digging into his shoulders.

My tongue quickly laps it away while exploring him. Taran’s grip tightens. I move my tongue more slowly, testing how far I can push him. With a growl, Taran shoves his cock into my mouth. I quickly relax my throat and give Taran full control. He chose the pace, the force, and the amount I took. I looked up at him through my lashes. Taran’s gaze was on me. His low grunts and groans of pleasure encourage me to take more, even as I choke and gasp. Taran starts to pull away, but I pressed my hands to his thighs.

I started to say when my mate caught up with me. Xander’s hand yanked mine firmly, gently swirling me around and I found myself faltering as my eyes locked on him. When I first saw him step inside the hall, he looked so handsome in his tuxedo, his hair neatly parted to the side in a way that mesmerized me. But now, he looked utterly furious.

Enzo: My eyes fluttered open and my hands went to run my fingers through my hair. I turned to the little human snuggling into me. Her arms wrapped around my torso, her legs intertwined with mine, her knee brushing across my member. Her brown locks were sprawled across her face, strands slipping into her slightly parted lips.

he murmured suggestively. Caleb’s fingers trailed lightly down my spine. “We could start with round two,” he suggested, his voice low and husky. I pretended to consider his words, feigning reluctance. I knew they were only giving me a moment to breathe because, given the feeling of their hardness pressing against me, their soldiers were pretty angry. With boldness, I rose slowly, their eyes following my body as I moved to sit on my hind legs. “I guess round two it is.”