Entwining Fingers Novels & Stories

It was as if we were the only two people in existence, connected by an unbreakable bond. When I finally reached him, our hands instinctively found each other's intertwining fingers as if they were made to fit perfectly together. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down my spine, electrifying every nerve in my body. We stood there, gazing into each other's eyes, lost in a world of our own creation.

I said with a laugh. I stared at the fire, the flames dancing with each other and the smoke leaving it quickly. I warmed my hands up against it and then put my hand against my body, right under Adrian's hand. Our fingers touched and I felt tingles where we touched, like we were sharing electricity. He shifted his hand so he held mine and I heard a sigh escape him. His hands were still freezing cold and I guess I was just a personal hot water bottle tonight. His fingers were entangled with mine, hidden away from the others by my jacket.

he only places his hands above mine, his eyes meeting with mine, I could almost melt at the sight I frown, "You're really being not forthcoming with this," I say the waitress stopping by to get our orders. He quickly notices his fingers over mine, withdrawing them immediately, but in my mind I want him to place them back, I enjoy the way my heart runs when his fingers touch mine "Or you marry me, Elena," he says his voice deep and inviting, his eyes locked intensely on mine, his hands clasped together, fingers intertwined as he leans forward

My hands slide down his arm and I take his hand in mine intertwining our fingers. "What are you doing?" I mentally scream at myself. "I don't know," I look down at our intertwined fingers then I look up at him. He was already looking me, smiling. I did a little mental victory dance. I didn't know I could do that to someone, make them smile when I barely did.

Sanvika changed angles and took him in through her lips. They stumbled back into the restaurant… Entangled hands and legs…. Just frantically kissing. Vivaan grabbed her lifted her up and pressed her to the wall. Sanvika closed her legs around him. She kissed him with passion. Vivaan kissed down to her neck and down to her cleavage. Sanvika’s fingers entangled in his hair as her head fell back in pleasure. She bit onto her lips.

Husband inserted one finger in Lia's pulsing hole and the Wife instantly went still. "Relax Lia. Just trust me. " Andreas assured her and started kissing her again to distract her from the pain. Soon Andreas was fucking his Wife with four fingers and the girl was meeting with each of his thrust. " I want y-you, A-Andreas. P-please. " The Wife begged. Andreas compliant her immediately and placed his throbbing member between her leg. Lia didn't even know when Andreas had time to remove his pants. Andreas aligned his member on the Wife's hole and once again the Wife went still.

She panted, her fingers clenching and unclenching on the sheets. This time, when his fingers entered her, his lips covered her clìt and began to suckle it erotically. Strong, heavy thrusts of his fingers inside her, a twist of his wrist, the rasp of calloused fingertips against nerve endings flaming for his touch. And, she erupted.

She stared at it, half-petrified by the sheer intensity of the rising tide inside her that yearned to answer, to touch back, to hold. “Not like that,” he said. “Like this.” And as he stared into her eyes, he slowly released her wrist, but only so he could slide his fingers down to hers with a keen slowness like a blade being unsheathed in a graceful, languid motion. And one by one, he laced their fingers together, sliding along her knuckles with tantalizing yet assertive strength, tempting and demanding all at once. With his other hand, he folded her fingers down the same way against his, leaving her to stare at their joined hands.

His free hand grabbed my ankle and flung it over a shoulder. "Oh." I sighed, my mouth hanging open. His fingers pumped inside me with a maddening urgency while our eyes locked in a battle of lust. The sloppy sounds of his actions caused me tighten around his fingers and arch my back like a greedy slut. I was moaning so loudly with no restri Had fingering ever felt this good? "You're so fucking tight, princess. Do you feel how your little cunt is strangling me?" He groaned, starting to twist his fingers inside me until my eyes rolled back.

He looked almost pleased, "good." After rowing, we wandered along a quiet walking trail lined with tall trees, at some point, without either of us mentioning it, our hands brushed. Once. Twice. Then his little finger hooked around mine. A silent question. I answered by intertwining my fingers with his, neither of us said anything, we didn't need to. Our hands stayed together for the rest of the walk. It felt… natural. As though they'd belonged there all along. That evening we returned to his apartment.