Flirting By Touch Novels & Stories

Saying this word in a flirting manner, I left her hands on my chest as I held her butt with my hands, she grasped out a little. "Do you want my touch right now? Tell me, you are free to be dirty with me, is just the two of us remember?" I flipped her hair when suddenly she reached to kiss me as I raised her to the bed.

I immediately slid my hand on his shirt and touched his chest. "Isn't this what flirting is?" I said in a seducing voice that made his face reddened. I lowered myself close to his ear. I heard his heartbeat. "Tell me Rod, isn't this flirting?" I felt something below. I laughed and was about to get off of him when he grabbed me by the waist. "D-Don't move," he said hoarsely. "M-Move," he said erotically. Heat started creeping through my body as I realized what Rod wanted to happen.

His eyes dart to my lips for a fleeting moment, and heat collects between my legs. This flirtation is risky, thrilling, a universe away from the stultifying routine Victor and I have fallen into. He leans in, his shoulder brushing mine. "Lonely? A woman like you?" His tone is playful, but his eyes smolder with a more ancient hunger. "Hard to believe." The compliment is like a caress, and my skin trembles. I laugh low in my throat, reaching out to touch his arm, to feel the muscle tense under my fingers. The touch lingers, electrified, and I pull back just enough to heighten the expectation.

I move to drop the tray on the mini table when his hands close around my wrist, sending mini sparks flying across my body in response to the mate bond. "Wait," he says. "Actually — wait." The whole rooftop seems to lean in a fraction, the way crowds do when they smell a scene about to happen. "Elias—" "You know what," his voice climbs, eyes glinting with the particular cruelty that alcohol always dragged out of him, "I don't actually want that." He knocks the bowl clean out of my hands. It hit the floor with a crack loud enough to cut through the music — broth splashing across the marble, across my shoes, up the hem of the gray dress his mother had approved that very afternoon. A few people

Pleasurable, it was! "Push it in," She whispered amid moans and heavy breaths. "Push that finger in." Corinth, while he kissed her neck and ear, pushed his index finger in the wet pussy. Pulled it out. He repeated the ritual a few more times in a gentle fashion. Her pussy was wet. "Touch the clit," She ordered in a low fading tone. "touch that fucking clit." Corinth withdrew his finger from her cunt. It was wet. He adjusted his hand upward and placed the wet finger in his mouth. He then sucked it clean.

They were his constant companions, and he belonged to them. "You are so beautiful, my love," voices washed over him, spreading warmth deep inside. Their touch on his skin, the gentle caress of their lips against his cheeks, whispered sweet nothings into his ear. Soft kisses made his toes curl as their hands teasingly roamed his body, exploring every inch of flesh within reach. They teased until he whimpered softly and surrendered to their pleasurable assault. Unable to hold back any longer, his own voice begged for release as his body pulsated and throbbed beneath their touch. "I want you too," he heard them whisper, their many voices shaking his core. They couldn't seem to reach him enough.

I reached out to Rage pulling his face between my legs as he sucked my clit. Their hands roamed all over my body, caressing my skin with gentle touches that made me moan with delight. Fingers traced the curves of my hips, the swell of my breasts, and the sensitive skin of my neck. Every touch was a whisper of pleasure, a soft exploration that left me breathless and wanting more. Rage's hands were firm, yet gentle, while Niklaus's touches were softer, more teasing. Together, they wove a tapestry of sensation that left me trembling with delight, as I had multiple orgasms, coating his massive cock. This became our new sexual pleasure mating session.

“Yes… You can touch me again.” He peeks at my lip playfully after hearing my response, and I almost want to smile because it feels like I’ve overcome a difficult obstacle. All this made me breathless like I’ve run a marathon. Is this how you should feel when having sex with someone you love? Everything Elliot has done so far has no words that I can describe, and it might not even make sense if I tried, but all of this is just the beginning. I want him, and he wants me. It sounds so childish, but it gives me these butterflies in my stomach, and I know he feels the same way. He’s touched every inch of me because going further and it would be odd for others if they heard that it was the best fe

Flirting is alien to me, something I've never done. "Your silence is killing me." A nervous laugh slips out through my lips. "I just don't know what to say." "Share what's inside that pretty head of yours." "Oh..." I inhale, overwhelmed by the situation. "I'm trying to triumph over the mate-bond and resist you... Shit, I don't know what I'm saying!" Dior slowly reaches out his hand, lightly poking the side of my hand with his finger and sending flames down to the pit of my belly. All the fine hairs raise on my back at his simple touch.

Why? He didn't have any answer to her questions. Some questions have no answer. It's us who have to find the answers to such questions. "Nikhil touched me as a friend. It was a platonic touch," Swara said. "Platonic touch? Are you mad? Don't you know he was flirting with you. He was...", Sanskar slammed his palms on the table. "Ohh! I guess you enjoyed his touch. That's why you were comfortable with me," Sanskar whispered in her ears.