Dictionary Of Body Language Novels & Stories

A low whine escaped my lips. Realization flashed in his eyes at the sound and instantly he jerked himself off of me cursing. The whole feeling of him suddenly changed as he sat down on the couch next to me. His body leaned over until his elbows rested on his knees and his hands were covering his face. The body language he was displaying instantly told me that he was ashamed.

Two people in a room pretending they didn’t know what the other one sounded late at night. His hand. His left hand. The one that found my waist without looking. The one that gripped the steering wheel when he was angry and gripped my hip when he wasn’t. It was flexing at his side. Opening. Closing. A fist that kept unclenching. I knew this gesture. Had catalogued it the way I catalogued everything about his body – lovingly, involuntarily, obsessively, the way you memorize a language by immersion. He did it when he wanted to hit something and wouldn’t let himself. He did it when he wanted to reach for something and wouldn’t let himself.

Then, he lifted her and headed to the opened door and locked it. Body language. It was probably what's happened between the two when no words needed to be exchanged. Their body talked to each other as if it already knew the best thing to do. Like there's nothing better than talking with their bodies. Rhezi moaned as she felt Kraius' tongue entering her mouth fully. The woman almost couldn't keep up with the work of the man's lips. There was a rush in every stroke which intensified the fervor passiom between the two. He was still carrying her, desperately kissing each other until they lost their breath.

She moaned again when my finger slipped into her pussy, sliding in and out. Her whole body was triggered at my touch, making her push out her hips towards me, showing her interest in having me inside her. I read through her body language, when she pushed back again, swaying her waist at my fingering. She grabbed the table tight and begged, "Please, put it in. I want it. Fuck... I want your cock inside me." "You know I can never deny you of your right. It belongs to you alone," I said in a horse tone, pulling my finger out to pave the way for my cock.

It took me double the minutes I would use to say those words on a normal day before I could get it out of my mouth. I watched her shake her head gently. She didn’t say anything, but her body language spoke volumes. Her eyes, the way it stared at me longingly and with so much admiration, and the way she keeps leaning slightly towards me, the subtle parting of her lips—everything about her was inviting me. I hesitated, unsure if I should act on what her body was telling me or wait for her to speak.

“You were just overthinking the situation right now over some instruction.” He couldn’t help but to chuckle too. “How did you know?” “It’s all about body language. When you are thinking too hard, I noticed that your brows would usually meet in one line, not in a too obvious way like showing that you’re mad but more a softer way as if your brows just twitched. Most people do that, too. What’s a distinct thing that you do though is that when you sigh and swallow a couple of times then bite your lower lip for a few seconds then proceed to being spaced out.”

His words hit me like a slap to my face. Suddenly, the air was too thick, my breathing hitched as if we were surrounded by venomous gas. His eyes pierced into mine. If there was one thing I had learned about body language over my years of living, it was that it could expose people faster than their words could. And I wasn’t ready for that. I had done nothing wrong. I stopped my nearly shivering hands and coughed a bit to ensure my voice was stable. "I got them sent back to their various pack Alphas." His gaze remained fixed on mine.

"Before their mind understood it. The body should know first." She absorbed this with the nodding that was her processing gesture — the small movement of the head that meant the information was being placed somewhere, filed in the working vocabulary. "Like when you walk into a room and you know something's different," she said, "but you don't know what yet." Daniel looked at her.

I slowly pulled my chin from his grip, needing some sense of control. But he took it away again just as fast. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, darling.” My eyes went wide again. “H-how am I supposed to react to that?” My brain had completely short-circuited. “You don’t have to say anything. Your body’s already telling me everything I need to know about your consent.” Wait… what? “And I understand it very well.” No! This couldn’t be happening. My body had never frozen like this before.

I saw his face inching to the side, watching every crease and dot on my face. “Do you know what your body wants?” He asked. “Food,” I said. “No. It wants security, warmth, love, and pleasure. It wants everything, all at once, and even then it won't be content. The body is easy to read, all the tells it has, to show just what it wants at that moment,” he drew lines over my leg with his fingers.