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

His gray eyes dragged over my body, darkening with clear approval. We ended up making breakfast together in the kitchen. The space felt way too small. Every time I moved, our bodies brushed—his hip against mine, his hand grazing my lower back like it was accidental. Each touch sent sparks straight to my core. I was getting wetter by the minute, nipples tight and obvious through my top.

Disappear again. Hypnotic. "Touch me," she said. "My breasts. My waist. Explore." My hands moved. Slid up her sides. Cupped her breasts. She arched into my touch. Moaned. The sound went straight through me. "You feel so good," I said. "So do you." She moved faster. Still controlled but building. I felt everything. Every ridge. Every pulse. The way her body gripped me. "I'm not going to last," I admitted.

Rochelle My body is aching to be touched, not in the normal way with a hug, no it wants his touch, his huge hands to feel every inch of its skin. The scent that I’ve been craving finally arrives, it feels as if it was taken away for too long and my body arches towards it. I feel his large, strong hand holding mine and the contact is divine, but I want more, so much more of his touch. I try to speak but I can’t, but my body can move and that’s all I care to understand.

Despite the turmoil of emotions inside, my body responds to his touch, the chemistry between us undeniable. Rawls' kisses become more urgent, moving from my neck to my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine. His hands explore my body with a familiarity that is both comforting and terrifying. I know I should push him away, tell him that we need to talk, but the physical connection is too strong. It's like my body has a mind of its own, craving the love and attention that only he can give.

My hand lifts slightly, rubbing along my arm as if that is the reason for the movement, but it does not help. If anything, I end up shifting the wrong way. Instead of creating space, I slouch more against his side. The contact deepens. And I hate how easy it is... how much natural it feels. “Well, the place of the mark isn’t exactly… somewhere easily visible unless someone else might be seeing,” I say, forcing my attention back to the conversation, even as I stay exactly where I am. My tone comes out casual, like nothing is off, like I am not currently trying to ignore the fact that I can feel every bit of warmth where our bodies meet.

I order in a domineering tone. His eyes grow wide with shock and amusement. "No touching, I'm in charge and rule number three. No talking." I sigh, peeling the side of the robe off my shoulder and I let it fall to the carpet. "Just watch and enjoy the show." I hum. I step away from him, swaying my hips, using the beat of my thrumming heart as my rhythm keeper. Gliding my hands over every dip and curve of my body, I moan as I reach up and cup my heavy breasts.

He continues to look at the tv, letting me know that he knows I've been watching him. I swallow the lump in my throat, wanting to please my curiosity. "Um this may sound a bit weird, but um can I touch your muscles?" I frown at hearing the words come out. They sounded less creepy in my head. I probably just sounded like some weird creep to him. He frowns looking down at his shirtless body, before looking over at me with a raised brow. "You been sitting there checking me out?" "N-no I wasn't checking you out." I quickly say. "I was just....you just have a weirdly perfect body and I was wondering what it felt like." I mentally facepalm myself, knowing I probably still sound like a creep.

she begs Me neither baby. My body is aching to feel the whole of her and I waste no time taking off my remaining clothes together with her robe. She watches my bare body in amazement and she gulps dryly when her eyes trail to my hardness which is leaking with precum. Lowering myself on her body, she gasps and inhales sharply when our bare bodies touch. The electric tingles from the mate bond make this moment sensual and memorable. I use my thumb to lightly stroke her cheek staring into her beautiful eyes " Tell me when you feel uncomfortable okay" I whisper gently to her.

I was content with the pace of our relationship, happy simply being near him, finally able to accept how we felt about one another. When his lips left mine, I found it hard to pay attention to the movie. Something more pressing had come to mind. Liam's hand traced small circles on my thigh, and I was hyper aware to my body's reaction under his touch. I wasn't burning with unspoken passion, or teeming with lust filled tension, but my body seemed to like the gentle touches Liam would give me, and responded normally. It brought a single question to mind. How far was I willing to go with Liam?

My body was bare. And he looked. He stared like he owned it. ” Touch yourself. ”I froze. “No.” “Then I’ll ask louder.” He didn’t move. He didn’t raise his voice. But something in the way he looked at me possessed me. I slid my hand down. Between my thighs. Wet. Hot. Aching. I gasped. “Look at me while you do it,” he said. My fingers came back soaked. Rub yourself slowly.” “Two fingers. No more.”