When He Stares Into Your Eyes In Bed Novels & Stories

She walks to her room afterwards I chuckle. I stop at the door of the bedroom. Should I go in? What if violet is still mad? I should go to my old room. I go to the bedroom and fall on the bed, I take in a deep breath and close my eyes. I suddenly see myself on top of Violet, kissing and romancing her body "I want you" I hear my voice mutter I instantly open my eyes "What the fuck was that? ".

His eyes are just as intense, filled with a longing that matches mine perfectly. I crawl over to him. His eyes beam as I touch him. I start teasing his body until my hand reaches for his pants. His breathing is shallow, and he gasps. His hands grip my hips tightly as I push him onto the bed. I can see the desire in his eyes as I move closer and closer to his lips.

I snapped my eyes back up to him. His voice had such a command in it that I knew not to defy him. He always demanded eye contact when we had sex in my dream. I loved staring at him while he pounded into me. Oh God, I needed to stop thinking of that right now. Judging by the smirk on his face, he knew exactly where my mind had drifted. His eyes were burning with desire, and I couldn’t look away.

My answer came out as more of a moan. He pushed me back on the bed and was already pulling off my pants. I reached for his pants button as he laid down beside me, but he brushed my hand away. He was laying on his side with his head propped up in his hand, staring down at me. The lust and longing in his eyes were so intense, I felt the urge to look away but couldn’t. He had me locked in his gaze. “I want to watch you while I make you come.” He said huskily.

” He drapes a blanket over me, and I grip it like it’s a lifeline and drag it up to my chin. “You should go to bed.” He say, eyes lingering on me... my exposed cleavage. The way the bed rolls off his tongue and his eyes stays in my tits and not the path to my bedroom let's me know he feels it too. I don't bother to wrap my hands over them this time nor hide my hard nipples. He can stare but he can't touch. My eyes is on his abs and swelling cock. My inner thighs are wet. My body reacts before I can stop it and I hate that it does.

I said, and I saw how his face froze and he stared down at me with a wicked glint in his eyes. “Cute?” He asked, placing me down on the chair. 'Oops, did I say something wrong?’ I thought and saw how his face came dangerously close to mine again, and then he whispered in a husky voice, “If you stare at me with those deer-caught-in-headlights look again, I will forget about breakfast and you being hungry and send you up there, and...” He left his words hanging, gazing at me with those piercing eyes, and nodded towards the bedroom door, and then he cleared his throat and added, “I'll let you fill in the missing gap with your wildest imaginations.”

But it was his eyes that captivated me, locking me in place. They were a deep, piercing blue—almost unnatural, the kind of blue that seemed to see right through me, stripping me down to my very soul. I couldn’t look away. Everything around us blurred into the background as his gaze held mine, and for a moment, it felt like nothing else existed. He stopped at the edge of my bed, and I realized I was staring. Heat rushed to my cheeks, but I couldn’t stop. "Who... who are you?" My voice came out hoarse.

he paused and let his eyes stray again, and my belly twisted so hard with that gaze that I almost slumped down to the ground. He was standing right before me, his chest almost pressed against mine, his bulge rubbing off on my hip, and that mint breath that constantly haunted my sleep showered on my face without a halt. He was staring right into my eyes the way he always did in my sleep whenever he slammed into me, and his hands were pressed into mine the same way whenever he rolled his hips against mine. My heart was almost splitting into two, and my core tightened so hard that the wetness in my panties was hard to ignore.

They all drive him wild. My eyes slowly trail up his body, past his collarbone, over his throat, past his beard and lips, and my breath catches when I reach his eyes and find they're already locked onto me. My cheeks burn when I realize I've been caught ogling the man. The poor man is stressed, and I'm standing over here shamelessly eye fucking him. I clear my throat, set my brush down, then walk to his side of the bed. I push against his shoulder, urging him forward.

Curiosity piqued, he decided to change into something less formal, his clothes waiting patiently in her bedroom upstairs. The familiar lavender scent that always calmed him wafted from the open door. Her door was ajar so he walked in. He crossed the threshold, only to freeze, there, on the plush king-sized bed, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, lay Miley stark naked. She was all sprawled out with one hand in her hair– and her face was illuminated by the soft light. immediately she saw him she sat up and tried covering herself with the duvet that was on the bed.