Veronica didn’t have time to react when Jon leaned in and kissed her. It was something she was half-expecting, but she didn’t prepare herself for it. His mouth moved against hers slowly, his hand twisting in her straight jet black hair.
Jon nibbled at her lower lip, running his tongue over it and coaxing it open as he placed his hand on her inner thigh. She opened her mouth and plunged her tongue into his with equal intensity. She didn’t break the kiss until she was forced to by him ushering her shirt slowly up and over her head.
As soon as the piece of clothing was gone, he pushed her back on the bed and lowered himself on top of her. She wrapped one arm around his neck while the other was entangled in her soft hair.
They continued to kiss, alternating between passionate and gentle strokes of each others’ lips. He was so focused on what he was doing that he nearly forgot to breathe. Finally breaking away from her lips, he trailed his way down her jaw as his hand creeped up her chest, cupping her breast. He nestled her neck, brushing her hair away and breathing in her scent, amazed at how soft her skin was against his cheek.
Veronica let out a pleased sigh and slightly arched her back when she felt his hand slip beneath her bra and brush her nipple lightly with his thumb. She gasped when he decided to work his way up and nip at her earlobe. “Jon… only tonight,” she said between kisses as he moved back to her mouth.
“Shh… I know,” he mumbled. “Just enjoy it while you can, Val.”
She pressed into his firmly, indicating that she indeed wanted him to resume. She began tracing kisses from his neck to his collarbone. He began sliding the straps of her bra down slowly. Her hands reached behind her back to unhook it and tossed it on the fl...
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...t even think about stopping,” she sighed squirming with want for him.
“I don’t want to, Val,” he moaned. He really meant that. He wanted to stay inside her as long as possible, just to hear the way he screamed, see the way her fast looked with every thrust.
Jon rested his forehead in the crook of her neck, adjusting his rhythm once again. He stayed deep inside her, thrusting shallowly, not letting himself to leave her warmth. This movement caused his pelvis to grind against the tender bud of nerves with every jump of his hips.
“God...Jon…” The string of words spilled out of her mouth as he continued to stroke against her most delicate area, his lips pleasing her throat with kisses. Her breathing got heavier with each passing second, but he resisted the urge to thrust even faster. He wanted to keep the pleasant feeling of being inside her to last as long as possible.
“Not. I mean no. I’m stuck,” she replied in a breathy voice. He laughed low and rough, warm puffs of his breath hitting her as his hands groped the waist of the skirt again. A few tugs, and it slid down her body to the floor. His blue eyes staring up at her, while her skirt lay puddled in a soft heap on the floor. She struggled to control her breathing.
A low moan rumbled in the back of Tom’s throat, and moving closer, he breathed in the heady scent of Booker’s aftershave. “Can I kiss you,” he murmured, his mouth hovering over Booker’s, the
...rned my head toward his,tucked my long brown hair behind my ear, took my face with both of his hands and told me that everything would be okay. Ben pulled my face to his a gently kissed my forehead and then pulled my head to his chest, which was warm, and strong.
"Why don't we sleep on it, baby. We're both emotionally exhausted. I'll call Levine in the morning, set things up?" Richard slipped his arms around his lover, and drew her closer, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "All I want to do for the rest of the night is hold
Taking it, Charlie pulled him close giving herself a split second to enjoy the comfort of his
breathless, her heart fluttering in her chest. He cupped her face in his huge hands
Castiel smirked, showing a confidence that Maison hadn’t seen on his face before, letting his hand go through their dripping wet hair. He tugged their head back and kissed them painfully hard. The force took Maison’s breath away, as did the desire in it. Castiel’s arm went around Maison’s waist with a possessives that almost made Maison
Don't give him the satisfaction. Constance winced and grimaced, gasping with each deep thrust because she no matter how hard she tried she just couldn't control it completely, but stifling the yelps of pain, hating him silently with her eyes and her heart without calling him an uncaring jerk again. Only he moved, still holding her down but shifting his body against her a little until his grip on her ankles pulled her legs together against his chest so he could wrap one strong arm around her ankles and calves and as much as she squirmed still couldn't get
When he finally pulled from the kiss she was actually a bit breathless. Lips plump from his attention she smiled, "That all you got?" Gabby asked with a challenge in her voice. Thankfully she didn't have to wait long as Hunter returned to his work. And boy he was a man dedicated to his task. Her bathing suit top ripped free, allowing her breasts to greet the evening air.
...d like that, sticky and panting against each other, warm and pliant, Harry's head tucked into Louis’ neck. Then he started to laugh, and Louis laughed with him, holding him tighter.
On the kitchen floor he set her down, held her in his arms, and kissed her. “Thanks.”
She touched a careful, uncertain hand to his chest, and listened to his heartbeat until she fell asleep.
He smirked knowingly. I like shirtless wonder Young Bae. I continued to nibble on him. I moved from the stubble to the jaw line and the earlobes. I always liked the ear. They are so sensitive and erogenous. I bit and licked on him like it was mating season. God I love these hormones. Young Bae began panting and his hot breaths met my neck. If my neck had a life of its own, I think it’ll be sucking on those breaths right now. But that is a kinda disturbing image to imagine. I continued downwards towards his neck and I let my hands roam about his body. Hard and smooth. My hands moved on their own like how kids move knowingly in their hometowns. I could feel ...
He stared at me for a while. Then, wiped my tears off and made his lips meet mine. His lips were soft and he was gentle. I found myself kissing him back. The kiss didn’t last long and it wasn’t the kind of worldshaking, deep-thrilling kiss we see in movies these days; but even so, I was glad he kissed me. I needed that one.