Gentle Touch Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Curious to see how far he could take it. His fingers grazed my inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps with each touch. “...and I could finish up here.” His hands were gentle and soft as they teased my entrance. A slight tickle and a gentle prod, every touch was like heaven. Another gasp and I squeezed his arms gently in desperate need of his touch. Kaylee!

He was being so careful, so gentle with me and our baby. His hand slid up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing against my lips as he kissed me deeply. His movements became even slower, more deliberate as he made love to me. He was hitting my g-spot with every thrust, making me whimper and moan into his mouth. “Fuck…yes…um…” I groaned. His other hand slid down to rub my clit in slow circles, applying just the right amount of pressure. He knew exactly how to touch me, how to make me feel good without being too rough or aggressive. He was being completely gentle, his cock sliding in and out of me like silk.

It’s been three weeks since my body has opened to his touch and I shuddered at the sudden intrusion. “Gentle,” I whispered hesitantly to him, amazed I could form any words at all. “Gentle.” “Oh no,” he replied, pulling his mouth away from my aching globe momentarily. “I have waited long to fuck you and while it’s going to be a lot of things – gentle is not one of them.”

He reaches across the table and takes my hand. I almost flinch. His grip is gentle. Too gentle. The way you might handle a glass sculpture you want to own and lock away.

Something that says he’s not just touching me. He’s about to devour me. I moan quietly as his fingers thrust deep, sliding out only to bury themselves inside me again. He’s gentle—too gentle—a cruel contrast to the man I know he is. Each stroke is measured, deliberate, tormenting me with how good it feels.

I closed my eyes, and a few seconds later, I felt the soft brushes, gentle movements of her delicate fingers in my hair. She didn’t say anything at first, just kept running her fingers through my hair with that unhurried, almost reverent care. Her touch was… gentle, filled with assurance. The kind of gentleness you don’t expect to find in this world anymore. Her fingers moved in slow circles, sometimes brushing the edge of my temple, sometimes just settling in my hair. The warmth of her palm anchored me, quieted something inside I hadn’t even known was screaming.

I feel a surge of comfort and security like I've been enveloped in a warm embrace. I lean into his touch, craving more of the connection that sparks between us. His hand lingers, a gentle pressure on my skin as if he's anchoring me to the present moment. The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of us suspended in a bubble of intimacy. The touch is fleeting, yet its impact resonates deep within me.

He wears a leather tunic. He is sprightly, hopping out of the carriage and landing on the ground. I find myself staring at him. He heads straight for our Alpha and the two embrace, slapping each other's backs. "It's good to see you," Alpha Maxwell says. He has the energy of a pup, I think, rather than a distinguished grandfather like Alpha Nico. "You, too," Alpha Nico responds. "May I introduce my mate, Luna Tatiana." The Luna steps forwards and shakes hands with the visiting Alpha.

' I denied even though I knew that he caught me red-handed. My hunch was confirmed when I saw the side of his lips lifted into a smirk. I rolled my eyes because of that. I could feel something cold on my neck. A short while later, he was done and the pain I felt earlier was gone. I placed my hand over my neck and felt the cold over the area where his palm was postioned. "I didn't know glacias can be healers too." I said while still slightly massaging the part of my neck that he had touched.

I said, reaching down to take the roll of gauze from his fingers. "Sit back and eat your eggs, duckling," Kaelen commanded in that tone that left no room for argument. He didn't wait for my permission again as he gently took hold of my right ankle with one broad palm. His touch was so gentle that many wicked images of him holding me so tenderly flashed through my mind. How could a man be so big, strong and brooding and yet so gentle with his touch? The moment his fingers closed around my skin, a soft shiver ran up my leg.