Flirting By Touch Novels & Stories

I choke out, and all my charm has left me. Not that the flirtatious words aren't there, churning away in my mind. They are, but it takes all my willpower not to take the bait. Instead, I clear my throat and give what I hope is a disarming smile. "I'm going to get a drink," I tell her, but it's immediately clear she's not letting me go that easily. "Grab one for me?" she asks, and as she does, she reaches out and touches my hand. It's a simple gesture and any other time I wouldn't think twice about it. This time though, her touch sends a jolt of electricity up my arm and down into my groin.

“Touch my clit. Please.” Heat flares in Frost’s eyes, burning like white-hot flame. Immediately, he slides a hand between us and finds my clit, pressing against it in a circular pattern as his strokes slow a little, becoming so hard and deep that I feel them everywhere. “That’s it,” I groan. “Oh fuck. Yes. Yes!”

Through the silent language of touch and shared sensations, they discover new depths of pleasure and intimacy, guided by a mutual understanding and profound trust. With the mental link firmly established, Finrir maneuvers himself with grace and precision, hovering over Tritan and positioning his chest to brush against Tritan's back, just beside his dorsal ridge. His arms wrap around Tritan's waist, his hands gliding up Tritan's chest, savoring the sensation of his defined masculine muscles beneath his touch. As Finrir leans in, he places gentle kisses upon Tritan's shoulder, trailing upward to caress his neck and nibble on his ear, careful to maintain the rhythm they've established, synchron

The friction sent sparks of pleasure radiating through her body, making her breath hitch. Mark's hands slid under the hem of her blouse, his palms warm and slightly calloused as they caressed the bare skin of her lower back. He explored slowly, fingers tracing upward along her spine, then around to her sides. The touch was electric, leaving trails of heat wherever his hands roamed. Claire shivered with delight, her own hands working to undo more buttons on his shirt. She parted the fabric, revealing the smooth expanse of his chest, and let her fingers glide over the firm planes of muscle.

Her hand flew to my hair, grabbing it tight like it was the only thing stopping her from breaking. I sucked harder on it, my tongue circling it before I bit it softly. Her moans increased and her hips twitched. Her other breast didn’t escape me; my hand found it, teasing and rolling it between my fingers. My fingers rubbed her clit at the same time my other hand and mouth were doing their thing.

The noise stopped in my head but one question popped up, why did the girl sit behind me where there were so many vacant chairs inside? The question faded when I realized that was not my concern. So, I went back to reading until such time I finished doing my research. When I was done, I gathered all the books I took, I even fixed my jacket. When I was about to bring them back to the shelves, I stood up and carried them when accidently, the girl and I bumped to each other. So, technically, he touched me, I touched her. Due to excessive fear combined with surprise, I froze like I was under a spell wherein I was motionless. I could not even breathe; the fact that we touched each other, for sure,

“Now, open the bra and cup your breasts with both hands. Okay, now you can let go. hold with both hands; offer them to me. The nipples were pink and perky. Tough as your dick. — Play with your breasts; touch them the way you like to be touched. God, what beautiful. He wanted to touch her himself, but he was really enjoying photographing her. Liking it because she was letting him, because she was flirting with the camera and with him. Because this is your game obviously excited her. And it sure turned him on too. Foreplay, without touching. “Now the jeans, Kat. Open the zipper and slide the pants down a few inches. Excellent. Okay, put your hands in your hair and stretch. She obeyed, fidgetin

“Let me show you “he said with a husky voice as his gaze moved on my lower part . My eyes widened with dismay when he grabbed my thighs. He started running his fingers along my thighs down to my knee cap. It felt tingly as his hands left warm feelings each time they came in to contact with my skin. I tried to move away but my body was weak. He had no idea of what he was doing to me in that moment. It looked like I‘ll need another round of shower to cool down. I couldn’t speak at all, I was sure that if I did, my voice wouldn’t be able to come out right. He finally stopped and looked at me. He was surprisingly calm as if he wasn’t the one who was flirting with me a few minutes ago. I was stil

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 sessions.

I moaned and moved backwards so his fingers would touch my clit but he avoided that sweet spot and kept torturing me with small hand movements. I held his hands, trying to guide it to my clit but he pulled out. “Felix, please..." “Please what?." He asked and took my earlobe in his mouth. He sucked it gently and I moaned. “Please touch me " A waitress walked by and waved to me once she recognized me, I nodded in her direction. Felix ran his finger over my clit, just very lightly and I shivered. He pulled the bud with his fingers and rubbed it slowly. I grabbed the edge of the table and bit my bottom lip to keep myself in check.