Entwined Fingers Novels & Stories

He was warm, steady, and dangerously still. Then, his fingers turned slowly beneath mine until our hands fit together properly, our fingers locking. It was completely intentional this time, not an accident of proximity. The raw intimacy of that tiny movement nearly stole the remaining air straight from my lungs.

I questioned He curved his three fingers all in like he was trying to scoop all the juices out of me. As he dug in and out of me, he massaged my thighs like they were his meat. He squeezed and spanked my butt softly, moving them in and out closely to his fingers in my garden. I was going all crazy this time. I danced and curved my palms towards my waist. I gripped the bedspread tight and struggled with the heat swallowing me. It felt like my inn was on fire with the way he twisted his fingers through me. Suddenly he pulled out, and I breathed unevenly.

When I didn't do that,he stabs his hips and pulls my hair,legs shaking,and breaths wheezing out of control.Just when I think I can’t take anymore,the balance shifts. He goes quiet,slowing his thrusts,stroking my hair,and filling my mouth with his release. My name reverberates through the room as his body convulses and sighs. His hands tremble,and I grab them,hold them,our fingers intertwined .I have him.

I handed him the cup. He took it. His fingers touched mine. He did not pull his fingers back. He held the cup with his fingers against mine for the count of three, and the warmth of the cup was between us and the warmth of his fingers was over the warmth of mine, and the bond mark at the inside of my wrist warmed under the touch. He did not pull his fingers back at the count of three either. He pulled them back at the count of four, slowly, the way he pulled them back when he had been deciding, in the count of three, that he was going to do exactly this every morning of the rest of our lives.

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With trembling fingers, she slipped her hand inside and felt the warmth of his hard dick against her fingertips. Alisha instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Alice grabbed her wrist, refusing to let her go. "Wrap your fingers around it, Angel," he commanded, his voice low and demanding. Alisha's heart raced as she hesitated, feeling the weight of his command. She knew she had little choice but to comply, trapped in this uncomfortable situation of her own making. With trembling hands, she tentatively wrapped her fingers around his hardness, her touch sending a surge of electricity through both of them. She could feel his pulse quicken beneath her touch, a silent testament to the inte

I swallowed hard, my fingers curling against the cold ground as I fought the urge to close the distance. Before I could think better of it, I moved closer, the faint crunch of debris under my knees breaking the stillness. My fingers brushed against his, tentative and fleeting, and the warmth of his skin sent a shiver racing up my spine. He didn’t pull away. Instead, his fingers curled around mine, his grip firm yet careful, like he was holding something fragile. The contact sent a wave of warmth through me, spreading outward and filling the hollow ache that had settled in my chest.

I say teasingly "I think my entrance was a lot better" he says, while caressing my arm making shiver run through my whole body, "Dont you think" he says I can't answer him because his fingers tips keep running up and down my arm, and when he reaches my hand and intertwines our fingers together, I turn my head to look up at him and seems confused, but before I can say anything a small smile appears on his face and holds onto my hand tighter, he contines to look at our hands linked together.

I asked him and all this time we felt the hands as the poles actually so we didn’t stopped the moment of the clapping. “Respect!” he mumbled tapping his thumb with mine, and we both bent them starting the joining. “Trust!” he mumbled tapping his forefinger with mine, and we followed the same like before bending them. “Friendship!” he mumbled tapping his middle finger this time making me smile. “Likeness!” he mumbled immediately tapping the ring finger and we both actually waited a few seconds for each other, but immediately bent them and the joining of hands is almost complete. “Love!” he whispered tapping the little fingers and we both didn’t bend them, but let both attached to each other.

Ethan said with an enthusiastic smile, Gina looked at him sharply with an interesting glint in her eyes. She stood up quickly to freshen up and get dressed, he held her hands. Time stood still when their hands intertwined. She felt electric sparks ignite in her body as she stared at their hands. "You are looking beautiful as always." Gina couldn't help the uprise she felt in her heart. What is this man doing to me? She pondered, managing to pass a timid smile. "Come on, You are good to go," He tightened his grip around her wrist. Gina's lips dropped open. Her head reeled. She looked up to his face, he held a disarming smile as he pulled her along, out of the room.