Gentle Hands Novels & Stories

Isinubo iyon kaagad sa akin ni Baste, and he gave me two puffs, and slowly, the tightness in my chest began to ease. I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. I felt a gentle hand clasping mine. It was soft, soothing, and distinctly different from Daniel's rough touch. From the feel of it, I knew it was Baste’s hand holding mine. “Are you now okay, Haven?” Baste’s voice was filled with concern, and though I was still trying to calm myself, I remained silent, overwhelmed by the whirlwind of emotions and the intense moments I had just experienced.

tahasan niyang hayag. Nangingislap ang mga mata tinitigan siya ng binata. “Talaga?” Tumango siya. “Iyon ang totoo, at hindi ko itinago sa kanya iyon.” Masayang itinaas ng binata ang kamay niya saka iyon hinalikan. “Holding someone’s hand can mean a lot. Lalo na sa taong nasasaktan at nahihirapan. And most specially sa taong malapit sa puso mo? Kasi by holding their hands gently means touching their hearts,” anitong pinagsalikop pa ang kanilang mga palad kaya siya napasinghap at namumula ang mukhang napatitig dito.

It was the first time I felt that way, and God, I swear I don’t want it to end. Naramdaman ko ang kamay niyang inangat ang mukha ko at iglap lang ay mga labi naman niya ang sumalubong sa akin. It was gentle, as if I’m a very fragile thing that he treasures the most. I give way when his tongue wants to get inside me and kissed him back.

Kita niya ang pamumula sa pisngi ng pinsan kaya't pasimple niya itong kinurot sa tagiliran pero matamis parin itong ngumiti at naglahad pa ng kamay. "Nice meeting you too," nagpapacute nitong sambit. Napansin niyang mukhang walang balak na bitawan ng babae ang kamay ni Isaac kaya't hilaw siyang napangiti at marahang hinila ang kamay ng pinsan. "Magtigil ka Jessie ha," pasikreto niyang bulong. "Ito naman para shake hands lang," nakasimangot nitong reklamo.

Then he gently nudged my shoulder. “You know,” he said lightly, shifting the mood, “if people keep staring, we might have to hold hands just to commit to the rumor.” I choked. “Excuse me?” “For consistency.” “You’re insane.” He offered his hand jokingly. “Come on. For PR.” I stared at his hand. It was just playful. Just friendly. So why did my heart skip? I slowly placed my hand in his. It was warm. His fingers closed gently around mine, not tight, not possessive. Just there.

nagtataka sa kaweirduhan ng babaeng napapagitnaan namin. "Bakit anong meron sa palad mo?" tanong ko. "Last year nakasalo ako ng gano'n! Kaya pala it feels so sticky and wet! I thought na nagpapawis lang 'yong palad ko! And what if...gamit na 'yon? AHH! My virgin hands!" pagdadrama niya pa rin. "Virgin hands?" "Oo, Virgin hands! hindi tulad ng mga kamay niyong lalaki, eww!"

His touch was so thorough yet so careful… as if I were something fragile that he’s desperately trying to keep from breaking. Dahan-dahang bumaba ang labi niya sa gilid ng leeg ko, leaving soft, lingering kisses that trailed down to my shoulder. Every press of his lips was warm against the spray of the water, sending a sudden, electric shiver straight down my spine. His hands slid down from my shoulders, his palms tracing the curves of my body until they cupped my breasts, massaging them slowly with a rhythmic pressure.

Ano naman kaya ang kangiti-ngiti? Napabuntong-hininga ako at napatingin sa mga kamay niya sandali. His hands are... big. Even without touching them, you can sense their softness. I confirmed that earlier when I held his hand as we left the hotel. His fingers are long, with nails neatly trimmed, clean, and perfectly shaped. There are visible veins running along his arms, but not too prominent—and somehow, it looks sexily attractive to me— W-Wait, what?

The rough surfaces of the hands of the bastard is taking me to the cloud nine, giving me a taste of heaven on earth. I let out a soft scream when his big calloused hand part my folds and rubbed my cunt while his other hand is busy pinching my nipples. His wet lips are on its own making tiny circles on my nape and then back to my neck and vice versa. His large arousal is between the break on my ass making tentative small thrusts.

I poured soap into my palm and began slowly, carefully starting at her shoulders, smoothing it over her skin with deliberate, gentle movements. She closed her eyes. I washed her the way you do when you love someone not to take, but to care. My hands traced familiar lines, easing tension from her back, her arms, her waist. She leaned into me without realizing it, trusting her weight to my chest. “You okay?” I murmured near her ear. She nodded. “Don’t stop.” I didn’t. The water beat steadily around us, steam curling thick in the air. My hands moved with intention, grounding her, reminding her she was here, now, not lost in fear or memory.