A Little Less Conversation A Little More Touch My Body Novels & Stories

I said. "Woah!" He said in amazement. "What?" Annoyed, I said. "Did you say my body is beautiful?" I immediately frowned and studied his reaction. "Do you wish me--" I immediately interrupted what he was saying. "No!" A playful smile was still etched on his lips as if in disbelief. "Yes, your body is beautiful" his smile widened even more. "You just have a beautiful body" I said softly. "Tsk! I heard that" he moaned.

“This is something beyond.” He leans in, rubbing his nose across my nose, to my cheek then to my ear. “One day I hope to worship this body to my heart’s content, touching and tasting every inch of you until I know every mole, every scar, every freckle on your body.” My body shivers with his words and his breath against my ear. And I know he can smell my arousal. “Would you like that my little guardian?”

“You are doing something to me right now. I want to touch you. Drag my hands over every inch of your body. Make your chest rise and fall with need from me. Wanting me to satisfy that feeling between your legs.” I exhale because if I speak, I may end up naked. Goddess, why do his words do something to me. Why am I craving him like I have never craved another. What is this weird connection we are having right now. He continues to come painfully close to me. Running his fingers over my clothes. Just barely let me feel the touch of his fingers.

There’s some kind of magic in them. As our eyes silently converse, our bodies move to the rhythm of the song. I rest my hands on her back, and when she feels my touch on her bare skin, a shiver runs through her veins. I truly love her reaction to my touch. After bending her body backwards, I lean my body on hers. As my face rests on her neck, she feels my warm breath on her skin, and an electric current passes through our bodies.

“Do not say anything. I also have no desire to speak. Words are not always necessary to express what we feel. I moan with pleasure at every touch. This man is a sin. The speed of your touch becomes more precise, intense and hard. My hips move to his beat. I try to find his sex, but he stops me. My ponytail has fallen down and my dark hair covers a large part of my body. It sticks to my skin from the water. I have never had an experience so intense and simple at the same time.

"But stay as a friend.” And I thought we had exceeded enough limits so that Colton would not accept another barrier rising. I thought that touching his body with trembling fingers was enough for him to feel my desire to drag him to my bed. But he promptly nodded, letting himself sit on my couch and encourage me to do the same. The conversation he started to distract me from that heavy atmosphere that hovered over us, was even very pleasant. We hardly looked like friends who were ready to give in to the desire for each other, moments before.

Damn. Nothing has ever felt this good. She fits my tall frame perfectly. It's like she was made to be cradled by me. Everywhere that her body touches mine has erupted in tingles. My body feels like a live wire, and I don't quite know what to do with the feeling. My fingers are wiggling, and I want to lay them on her. I just don't know where to touch. She is so small compared to me that I'm afraid that with all the energy I feel I might hurt her. She moves just the smallest wiggle and I have to bite my lip to stop the grown from leaving my lips.

“Remember that even when I’m rough.” I nod, keeping my hands from touching him. I don’t know how this is going to work, I doubt if it’ll work because he is still being considerate, and my body is already responsive to his touch. I feel myself getting wet the more he touches me, “Kingston,” I murmur, feeling very teased now.

Tuesday couldn't come soon enough. "Me too, thinking about lying in your arms, you taking me, it makes me not sleep so good." "Really?" "Yeah." I let my own voice slip into a soft purr. "I get all tingly." "You like it when I take you?" "Yes." God, I could feel my wetness growing by the second. "Good. Do something for me?" I giggled. "Okay, bear in mind I'm in public." "That's fine. Here's what I want. No touching yourself."

I watch as he strolls over to me with his long strong legs and my body screams out for him to touch me. For some reason whenever I get stressed, my body screams out touch me when he is near. To me, it's akin to when you see fire and you automatically flinch. So when he walks over somewhat casually, my body vibrates for him. Yes, I said vibrates. "Can you get me the tape over there?" I say as I point over to the table by the door while holding up one of the model's breasts.