Flirting By Touch Novels & Stories

she slurred, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. The unexpected compliment, the blatant flirtation, was disarming. The she called me the Devil. In a twisted way, I liked it. The way she said it.. The aphrodisiac was clearly still wreaking havoc on her system, stripping away her inhibitions. A dangerous heat began to build within me, a primal response to her touch, her proximity. She leaned closer, her breath warm against my neck. "Let me… touch you," she whispered, her hands moving with a clumsy urgency, trying to pull my shirt open.

When I finished unclasping my bra, I threw it away and I saw Flint's intense stare. "Now touch yourself for me..." he instructed. I lied back, still holding the phone so he could see me. "Touch yourself for me, JV," he repeated. I slid my fingers inside my panty and slowly traced my entrance, the same way he traces mine whenever he does it. "I'm so hard for you, babe..." I played with my clit and imagined it was Flint doing the wonders. "Oh..Flint..." "You like it?" "Yes.... but I like it more if it's your tongue on me," I mumbled.

But flirting with him or when he touches me by accident it makes me shiver, almost a shock or tingle electricity running through me… --------------------

I moaned loudly as I started riding him. Julian stood beside us and played with my breasts. He pinched my nipples and kissed me while I rode Marcus hard. Marcus gripped my ass and thrust up into me, meeting every movement. “Ride me, baby,” Marcus said. “Take what you need.” I moved faster, grinding my clit against him with every stroke. Julian moved behind me and rubbed his cock against my ass while I rode Marcus. The feeling of both of them touching me pushed me toward another orgasm. “I am going to come again,” I gasped.

" I can barely utter a decent word. "Yes?" "I heard that." "Heard what?" "The part about my body being hot." "Fuck, I said that out loud." "Yes. You look sexy incredibly when you blush." "Are you teasing or flirting with me now?" "A bit of both." We sit on the steps for a while drinking the whiskey, slightly getting p*ssed until I am relaxed enough for him to look at my hands "Come, let me look at you." The mere touch of his fingertips against my palm sends the most thigh clenching sensation to every bit of my body. He feels my body tremble and slightly pulls away

“Or maybe I’m just enjoying the way you’re reacting to my touch.” I shivered again, my body arching slightly into his hands. “You’re very observant.” Alex’s fingers traced the waistband of my bikini bottoms, teasing the sensitive skin there. “Hard not to be when you’re this beautiful. The way your body responds… it’s intoxicating.” The flirting had become open now. His hands moved up my sides again, this time boldly cupping the sides of my breasts. His thumbs brushed over my hard nipples through the fabric. I gasped softly, my back arching.

I move my leg back from his shoulder to where I am straddling him in the chair as I pull my top back off. I see his hands shaking. He wants to touch me so badly, but he knows he isn’t allowed to. I can touch him, and it is unhinging him just like I wanted. Just as the chorus hits, I begin rocking and grinding up and down on him before turning and sitting in his lap so my back is up against his chest. I grab his hands and bring them to my breasts and put his hands on them and squeeze his hands over them as I continue to grind up on him. I let his hands go and push them away right as the lyrics to the song say, ‘they can look but they just can’t touch it’ and lean forward so I touch the ground

My wolf was already getting horny and that was not a good idea. I wanted to touch him so badly, I wanted to remind myself how it felt to run my hands over that chiselled chest and that shoulder-length hair. I slipped my hands slowly into his shirt and he groaned in approval. I ran my hands over those deep herbs and rolled my fingers around his nipples and gave them a tight squeeze and he groaned. Luciano shifted his lips to my neck and sucked onto it so hard that a moan left my lips. I tilted my head to give him more access to my neck.

Aria arched, trembling violently, a soft gasp escaping her lips. She pressed closer instinctively, hips pushing, body squirming, but Elara was in control — every touch deliberate, every tease measured. Her tongue dipped softly, flicking over the clit while one hand stroked and rubbed in a steady rhythm, ensuring every reaction, every tremble, every shiver was hers alone to claim.