Gentle Touch Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Axel chuckled softly, his fingers finally brushing against her wet folds. Axel's touch sent a wave of pleasure through Amber's body. She arched her back, pressing herself against his fingers as he started to explore her, gently stroking her folds and teasing her clit. "Oh God, Axel," Amber moaned, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he touched her in all the right places. "That feels amazing." Axel smiled, his gaze never leaving her face as he began to circle her clit with his thumb, causing her to squirm and moan even louder. "Do you like that?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

Lorenzo just gazed at him, his expression a mystery, while Kingsley returned the stare with a puzzled tilt of his head. Lorenzo finally moved, his finger tracing lightly down the side of Kingsley’s face, from temple to jaw, the touch feather-soft and electric. A shiver zipped down Kingsley’s spine; he closed his eyes, surrendering to the caress, his breath steadying. When he reopened them, Lorenzo’s eyes held the same steady watch. Kingsley wasn’t great at reading faces, but the tenderness shining in Lorenzo’s gaze was impossible to miss, like a quiet glow in the dim room.

Alland pulled the tip of the vibrator and he slowly pulled it out. “Ahh,” Camella sighed as the thing came out of her body. Alland brought his face closer and inhaled the scent of the girl's sensitive area. The fresh mint aroma entered his sense of smell. Alland stuck out his tongue and brushed the girl's clitoris with his tongue. "Ahh," the girl sighed as she felt a touch on her sensitive spot. Alland quickly swarmed Camella's, sucking the girl's sensitive spot, occasionally his tongue dipped into her. Alland did it so skillfully, how often did he do this?

My chest tightens. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I say. “You won’t.” “You don’t know that.” “I do.” “How?” His eyes hold mine. “Because you’re already trying not to.” The words sink into me. Careful. Precise. Infuriatingly gentle. And that’s when it happens. The smallest shift. My hand lifts. I don’t plan it. I don’t think. I just— Touch him. My fingers brush his jaw. Light. Tentative.

“Not hard… just lightly. My clit is still so swollen and sensitive. Every little touch makes me twitch.” Bryan groaned softly, affectionate and approving. “Mmm, that’s it, baby. Be gentle with that pretty pussy. It worked so hard for us tonight.” His own hand sounds resumed, slow and lazy. “I’m doing the same… just lightly stroking. Feeling how slippery I still am from coming so much for you. Wish I could slide into you right now while we’re both this sensitive… slow and deep, just grinding together while we kiss.”

“Erase us both. Or erase me. But either way… only one of us walks out with a name.” Ember looked back at the screen. MIRRORFALL blinking. TRANSFERAL glowing. UNKNOWN still waiting. Ember steps toward the console. Beta follows. Close. Matching her pace. Every movement synced like a shadow. Ember says nothing. Her fingers touch the keys. > “ENTER TRUTH: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _” She closes her eyes. Types nine letters. “NOTHERS.” The screen pauses. > CONFIRMED. The third file opens.

He takes the plate, muttering something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like, “We’ll see.” We sit at the table, and for a few blissful seconds, there’s only the sound of forks scraping against plates. But of course, I can’t leave well enough alone. “So,” I say between bites, “about this no touching rule…” He groans. “Not this again.” “I’m just saying—it’s a little dramatic, don’t you think? We’re adults. We can survive the occasional accidental brush of the arm.” “It’s not dramatic,” he says flatly. “It’s simple. No touching means no lines get crossed.”

The air was thick with the scent of men’s cologne. I was getting dizzy. I tried to copy what the surrounding people were doing, but I only managed to move awkwardly to the beat. The dress that Grace had picked for me worked. Soon, I noticed people on the dance floor moving closer to me. I tensed up when they brushed against me. Before long, a bold guy stepped forth, and I looked up at him. He had messy blonde hair and black obsidian earrings. He looked like a street thug. He tapped me on the shoulder and theatrically adjusted his gold-framed glasses.

Just enough to feel it echo in my chest. He slid his hand up my thigh, found the garter, the lace. When his fingers brushed my panties, I stopped breathing. Don’t react. Don’t make a sound. Just get through this. Please, God… His touch was gentle. Too gentle. Like he was trying to be careful. Like he cared. He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, sliding over my skin, parting me softly. I swallowed hard. My throat burned. He reached the edge of my panties and

Now she was in a fix. She took out some tissues to help clean up the mess. The person grabbed her hand and said gently, "It's okay." Feeling warmth from the touch on her wrist and seeing the person not blaming her, Nina lifted her gaze without hesitation. The person was smiling. In his brown eyes, it's as if there are stars twinkling, warm and inviting, radiating charm. When characters in books describe someone as "gentle as a breeze," they're talking about someone like him.