A Touch Of Amour Novels & Stories

He pushed his tip, I felt the burn and my tears slipped down. “I am sorry baby, it's gonna hurt a little, okay?” I nodded. He pushed his way in slowly, I bit my lips to stop the cry. “It’s okay. I'll move when you are ready. I am sorry it hurts” I shook my head. “It’s okay, you can move now” I say, my voice barely a whisper. He moves slowly, it hurts at first and then the pleasure that comes afterward is all worth it. I moved along with him. Damien tilted his head back in pleasure. We kissed the whole time until we both climaxed at the same time, satisfied and sweat glistening our naked body.

He is your priority, your passion and your everything. This is the kind of love that every girl or woman wants. That deep and selfless love. Be it a working woman or your normal day girl--at some point in your life, you do dream of that selfless love. And my dream came to life in form of Akshay. Our relationship started with abhor and it turned to amour. My Akshay- My Amour. {}

"Hi! I'm Brick Tyler Gray. Nice to meet you!" I looked at the hand he held out. Now, we will test if anything will happen when I accept his hand. As soon as he reached out his hand to shake hands, my happiness immediately increased when I realized that I was not nervous. Am I okay? I'm no longer nervous when I talk and I shake hands with a man. "I'm Vianne Louisse Sylvistre" I replied. "I'm your Fiancé's cousin" He said and hugged Logan. "I know" I said, still smiling.

He whispered huskily and sneaked his one arm around her waist, sticking her completely to him. He slid his free hand into the slit of her dress. She shivered as soon as he touched her bare skin. His touches did magic to her. It was enough to make her insane. She looked into his eyes and felt she would drown in them. He raised her leg from the floor holding her thigh and placed it over his waist. They were deeply looking into each other's eyes like they were peaking each other's souls through them.

“Hush… I know. I’ll be gentle.” Kate shut her eyes and bit her lower lip when she felt his fingers part her folds. Jan started gently rubbing her nub in a circular motion, building more sensation on her toes, making them curl. “Have you ever touched yourself, Katherine?” Jan whispered to her ear. “N-no…” “You’ve missed a lot. Let me pleasure you then.” His finger moved faster than before, and his mouth sucked on a nipple, intensifying the sensations. Now Kate did not know what to do. Her body would go stiff, and then her back would arc afterwards.

Amour smirked and pecked his lips before her hands pulled off his shirt from his body, her hands moved slowly from his abs to his pecs. Her tongue swirled round one of his n*pple and she felt him switch. A smirk curved up her lips as she gave it a gentle bite while fingers graces seductively from his abs, going into his short. Her hand came in contact with his bulge which was slowly getting hard and just by her mere touch, it throbbed. Amour release the tiny bud and began kissing him all over his chest, leaving traces of her lipstick behind. She trailed the kiss till her teeth bit teasingly on the other bud

She felt her body getting warmer from hearing his shameless words. "I am done with my bath but thank you for the offer," she said to him to dismiss him even though she had only begun her bath. Maxwell ignored her and walked to the pool and walked in to stand behind her. He reached his hand to the water to pick out the bowl that she had dropped. He poured water on her skin, he watched her glistened body with awe. She gasped when his hand was on her back. He couldn't resist touching her, he found her skin so soft under his touch and traced lines on her waist.

But the moment he settled beside me, the instant his familiar warmth brushed against my arm, a fragile, involuntary tremor ran through my entire being. He reached out, his large, calloused hand gently cupping my cheek, his touch surprisingly soft, reverent. “Amara…” His thumb, strong and sure, brushed delicately beneath my eye, wiping away a tear I hadn’t even realized had escaped, a silent testament to the grief that still clung to me. His touch was like a balm, a soothing presence that asked nothing, demanded nothing. It was simply there, a quiet offering of comfort and understanding. I leaned into his hand without conscious thought, drawn to his unwavering strength like a wilting flower t

Amara Cross POV “Do not hide it from me. I saw everything already, Amara.” I whispered back, my voice broken and shaking, almost lost under the sound of the water pouring down. “And you? What are you hiding from me?” He did not answer. He only lifted his hand and brushed it along my cheek. His thumb paused on my lips. A light touch. It sent a sharp spark through my body. He moved closer until I felt his breath mix with the water. His chest pressed against my bra with almost no space between us. The warmth of his skin reached me even through the cold spray.

The next day, even Raymond, who was usually unmatched on the field, showed signs of fatigue during his first play. From that point on, I'd realized that for men, physical intimacy and love were inseparable. Raymond was young and impulsive. He was insatiable in bed, but even off the bed, he started showing me subtle signs of affection that he himself didn't seem to notice. Cora soon picked up on the change between us. After another wild night with him, she cornered me in the bathroom. "You're such a shameless woman," she spat through gritted teeth, glaring at the hickeys on my neck. "Is sleeping with Raymond what you do all day?"