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

His eyes dropped to my breasts, then lower, to the trim patch between my legs. My pulse jumped, no one talks like that on set, it is supposed to be detached, but my body reacted anyway, a warm flush spreading low in my belly. Fuck, why is this turning me on? He is just some photographer. I tried a new pose, bending forward slightly, letting my hair fall over one shoulder. He clicked more, but then he said, "please, touch yourself…mot for real, just graze your skin, like you're teasing." My hand moved before I could think, fingers trailing up my thigh, brushing close to my pussy.

He just moves a fraction closer, hand flexing like he wants to touch me but won’t, until I give him permission. So I give it. Not with words, with gravity. My body moves before my brain approves it, something inside me already knows it’s okay, and I lean into him. Corrian doesn’t breathe for a beat. Then, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, he tucks me under his arm. Fuck me sideways, I didn’t realize how badly I needed this. How touch deprived are you girl?

I touch the bare skin of her back, knowing that the only thing separating us is a thin layer of fabric on her and my shirt. I want to touch her, to feel her…do whatever the hell I want and find out what makes her body sing. But there is no pressure, no need to go further. This is a kiss. A cuddle. An open conversation. A sharing of two senses and a desire for each other. It's about two people who enjoy each other's company, who have chemistry and passion. Nothing more. "Guilty confession?" I whisper. "Tell me,” she says, meeting my gaze.

And now for some reason, every touch sends jolts of heat straight down to my pussy, spreading the ache so thoroughly I have to close my thighs and rub them against each other. "Noir." My voice is breathless. "Sì, Goldie?" His fingers are still moving absentmindedly against my skin, his eyes on the droplets of rain that assault the windows relentlessly. Shit. Fuck. Doesn't he know what he's doing? "I need you to stop being careful with me," I practically beg as I push my body further into his space, creating more contact with his skin. A low, breathy moan leaves me when I hear his sharp intake of breath.

“I want to touch you.” Her eyes sparkled. “Then touch me.” My hands slid under her tank top. Her skin was soft and hot. She made a small sound. We kept moving together, bodies close, breathing getting heavier. The thirty minutes went by too fast. Someone knocked on the door for the next class. She stepped back, breathing fast. “Tomorrow we go further.” I left the studio with my dick aching and my head spinning. This woman was breaking down every wall I had, one teasing conversation at a time. And I wanted more.

“Just stay on the phone with me for a bit.” I hesitate, not wanting to create more footage of myself, my voice in this case being sensual with him. “You don’t even have to do anything,” he continues, voice smooth again. “Just… be there.” My pulse won’t slow down, and every instinct in me says to hang up. But my hand does move. “Just talk,” he adds, softer now. “What about?” “Tell me what you’d do if we were together right now,” his voice grows heavy. My mouth falls open, and a shaky breath slips past my lips. “I want you to touch yourself too."

See he was affecting me in ways no other person had, obviously this being the very first time I had been close to the opposite sex other than my brother and father. He was making it even harder with his incessant touching. Waking up little fires on the exposed skin. Running little circles on my arm. “Then I’ll have to do it for the both of us.” With that, he tucks a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “Sulk all you want.” Trying to hold a conversation with everyone who attempted to cross a few words was a fun adventure. Lacey approached us and got a total of five words out of me. “Can you stop doing that?”

“That I want this.” Corin’s silence answered louder than words. The next exercise was touch. He did not bind me, nor did he strike. Instead, he touched me lightly, with the back of his gloved fingers, tracing lines down my arms, across my collarbone, over the curve of my thigh. “Do not move,” he warned. “Let your body receive. Let me read you.” Each pass of his hand coaxed responses I hadn’t known I carried: goosebumps rippling over my arms, a tremor in my thighs, the involuntary quickening of breath. He noted each without comment. My body betrayed me, but instead of shame, I felt a strange relief.

Ace seems to enjoy the sparks erupting at our touch as much as his wolf and I wait just until the sparks start stinging to move my hand back away. “Maybe we can try to breed the first offspring without you touching me. I seem to be able to touch you,” I offer, getting him to crack up. “You are insane. Do you want to torture me? How do you expect me to fuck you without touching you? I wouldn’t stand the chance as my fingers are itching to touch you now, imagine if I am inside you.” He leans closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. “It’s unbearable if I can’t grab you to hold you firmly to be connected with you as much as possible. I want you all over me, every inch of our skins should be touc

more”. His face brightened as I stepped aside, ushering him into the living room to be seated. “Would you like something to drink?” I offered, in common courtesy. “No, your company is more than enough for me” he responded, smiling brightly as he gestured for me to sit next to him, hesitantly I obliged. The atmosphere was a bit awkward at first but it eventually eased into a more pleasant conversation. I hadn't even realized when time had passed so soon and it was already nightfall. “It’s getting really late, I think you should go” I voiced, bringing our conversation to an end. His gaze lingered on me a little longer than usual, subtly shifting his focus to my lips before meeting my eyes aga