Gentle Touch Smile Novels & Stories

Sonia smiled and touched his handsome face. "Although you seldom smile, I know what things make you smile." "Really?" He raised his thick eyebrows. "Tell me." "When you tease someone, you smile. When you play a trick on someone, you smile. When you make a fool of someone, you smile an evil smile. When you are unhappy, you sneer coldly with your mouth closed, and..." She trailed off and her eyelids flickered. When he looked at her like this, he smiled. His smile was real and very gentle.

I assured her. I felt her head moving. That got me looking down to find her staring at me. Her beautiful stare sending a strong heat wave inside my body. She gave out an adorable smile, saying, " Thank you," In a whisper. I arced my lip, slowly taking my left hand to her face, caressing it. Carla closed her eyes to feel my touch. Her face burying itself in my hold with a slight sway ro my palm. My thumb slowly fell on her soft pink lips, caressing it gently as she gave out a soft gasp from her mouth.

I heard the smile in his voice as he responded “Then please borrow whatever you like, and should you want anything please do not hesitate to ask. I am happy to acquire it for you” his hand had lifted to my shoulder, gently trailing down it, causing chills to race up and down my spine. The gesture intimate yet oddly nonsexual, and comforting.

Too easy. “Here.” Liam’s voice cuts through gently. I look up. He lifts a tissue toward me, gesturing at the side of my mouth. I blink, startled. “What?” He leans slightly forward. “Let me help.” Before I fully process it, his hand stretches toward me. His fingers hover for a second, then lightly brush the corner of my lips, wiping away a smear of cream. The world seems to pause. His touch is careful. Familiar. My breath catches as I look at him.

He swallows noticeably as he returns that pale, calm gaze to my face and stops me fighting with a gentle stroke across my face, moving hair from my damp cheek. ‘Careful baby, I might think you care.’ He smiles softly, a gentle look in his eyes as he traces a tear from my skin with his thumb and wipes it away carefully. Distracted by him, he manages to slide his arm out of my hold and I just shake my head desperately.

She gently reaches up and touches his cheeks, giving him a sweet, seductive smile. As Brielle's hand gently touched his skin, he couldn't help but smile. Her touch was soft and soothing, and it felt like a warm embrace. He kissed her palm as she did that and titled her chin up so she could look him in the eye. Without a second thought, Brielle leaped on her toes and kissed him. He lifted her off the floor and laid her butt down on a table. Her back was rested against the wall as the kiss broke.

Every cell in my body revolts as I smile back, every muscle hurting in my body, making me nearly regret the movement. If he wasn’t so damned gorgeous. “Hey, mate,” I say, my voice coming out as a raspy whisper. “Do you want something to drink? I’ll get you something?” he asks, already wanting to get up. Squeezing his hand, I shake my head. “No, please. Don’t go.” His touch is the only comfortable sensation I feel at the moment. Otherwise, I just feel pain. He lays his hand on mine and squeezes it encouragingly. “Please, babe. I’ll fetch something and be right back. It won’t take long. Promised.”

That rare, real smile that people probably didn’t get to see often. “I like your smile,” he said, reaching for me again. His fingertips brushed the corner of my mouth. “So real.” His touch wasn’t possessive. It wasn’t even confident anymore. It was careful. As if I was something he wasn’t used to holding, not fragile, but unfamiliar. Precious. “Come on, dance with me.” His hand slipped around my waist, fingers splaying just above the small of my back, warm through the fabric of my dress. He pulled me close, leaving just enough space between our bodies for the question still hanging between us.

He sucks gently on my lower lip, and alternates for my upper lip. It is the way I can feel his teeth softly grazing my lips in a way that feels good, but also does not hurt my notoriously delicate lips. We start out slow, like we are exploring each other's territories; trying to get used to the environment. I move my head away for a second, look into Atlas's eyes, and smile really widely. This gesture seems to take him by surprise, because he looks confused and ruffled, like my smile is a spell that completely rips him of his defenses, , his charm and all the sweet words he has rehearsed over the course of his life.

Instead of the harshness I was expecting, I cringed at the gentle touch of a hand on my head. I slowly open my eyes and hesitantly lift my head as the hand retreats and once again look into his green eyes. He smiles and slowly slides his fingers on my cheek sending sparks shimmering under my skin as he whispers, in the same soft and gentle voice he used in the bedroom. “Beautiful…”