Gentle Touch Smile Novels & Stories

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 should know that. I quirked an eyebrow at him in question, silently asking him why he was staring at me. The corners of his full lips curled up in a smug smirk at my reaction and my heart crashed against my chest at the sight. I’d been too bothered by his intense stare to notice that this guy wasn’t only beautiful; he was captivating. He was the exact kind of guy mama warned me about. The ones that effortlessly brought butterflies in the belly and weakening of knees. The Maduka Okoye and Jordan Tucker kind of guys.

It was the first time I had seen his smile, heard his laughter, and it fascinated me, wanting to witness more. He put up his finger and pointed towards his upper lip. Was there something on my face? My hand shot up, rubbing whatever it was, off my lips, but he shook his head. Drawing a tissue, he leaned forward, slowly wiping the top of my lips. There was a gentleness in his touch like I was a delicate flower. My insides warmed up, and I smiled, returning a thank you. How I wished he would be like that forever. "Hazel? Is that you?"

He seemed to have shaved, looking very smooth; she couldn't help but reach out and touch. Calvin smiled without saying a word. Was she teasing him about his beard? Before she could speak, she felt her lips soften as he gently touched them, his husky voice disappearing between their lips, "Let's see if it's clean now." This scene didn't need words; she leaned into his neck, closing her eyes, responding warmly.

Did I just assume this would— Felix smiles and leans down. "I’m sorry. I tried to be gentle, but your mouth was something else." His thumb wipes the tears on my cheeks and a brief moment of silence passes as Felix moves his finger to my jaw, catching the trail of the thick liquid there. When he presses the finger to my lips, he doesn’t need to speak for me to open my mouth and he slips it inside. I hold his gaze as I glide my tongue down the finger before closing my mouth on it and sucking.

Hope. Disbe⁠lief. All at once. Fo⁠r a second neither moved. Then Li‌am gently touch‌ed‌ her cheek. The gesture was si‍m⁠ple. Yet it felt more intimate tha‍n any kiss. His thumb brushed a‌way⁠ a tear. "I kno‌w." ⁠Ava laughed through he⁠r tears. ‌ "You sou‌nd very confident." A‍ f‌aint s‍mile appeared.

An enchanting smile crept up his face as he showed me a tiny twig that was previously lodged in my hair. "Here, it feels a bit uncomfortable seeing this in your hair," his voice rang. "Oh, God! I can't believe what I'm about to do next," I thought to myself as I stood on my toes and pressed my lips against Gomez's. The touch was gentle yet filled with a depth of emotion that I had not anticipated.

A smile tugs the edge of my lips at the gesture and I approach her. Caressing her face with the pad of my thumb when I reach her, her alabaster skin smooth and silky against my hand. She's too wide gazed to respond to my touch but I don't mind, I relish in the feel of her skin against my hand before I trail an index finger up her face, catching the loose strand of her hair and tucking it behind her ear. The gesture brings her to life and she jolts, a shiver running through her body before she bucks away, slightly out of my reach as she shakes her friend off her.

No name. “You’ll be recognized,” he said. She smiled faintly. “That’s the point.” He looked at her for a long time. Then handed her a small card. Paper. Handwritten. She flipped it. A single word: “Solene.” He said, “Just in case you forget again.” She folded it carefully. Slid it into her boot. ROOFTOP, DUSK Solene stood on the edge, city lights flickering far below. The gala was already beginning.

Gently, he pushed his right hand between the bar of the cell, calling me as he stared into my eyes. I lowered my head and stared at his hand. Soon, I found my feet taking one step, then another, slowly toward him, until our hands touched. He smiled at me and lowered his eyes to stare at my small hand, resting in the palms of his large hands. His thumb ran over my hand, causing my body to shiver. He again raised his head to meet my eyes, a bright beautiful smile on his face. I returned his smile. His left hand ran across the side of my face parting my long red hair. I closed my eyes, enjoying the soothing touch of his hand.