God And Man Touching Fingers Novels & Stories

A broken sound left my throat. “Jesus. Soaked. You were touching yourself while you were speeding, weren’t you?” I nodded, forehead against the cool metal. He fucked those fingers in and out slow, curling them just right. The wet sounds were filthy in the quiet. My hips started moving without permission. “You don’t get to come. Not yet.” He pulled his fingers out and wiped them across my mouth. “Clean them.” I opened and sucked. Tasted myself on his skin. He watched me do it, eyes dark.

Just held it between two fingers like it was something sacred and sinful at once. “Item seven,” he read aloud, voice dipping into velvet gravel. “Be touched as I’ve never been touched before. Slowly. Deliberate. Filthy. Worshipful. No rush. No mercy.” His eyes lifted, locking on mine with an intensity that stole my breath. “Just hands. Mouth. Cock. Knowing exactly what they’re doing.”

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He watched him touch Eve. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He watched the reverence of it, the specific quality of hands that were not worshipping, were not careful in the way that reverence was careful, were not maintaining the managed devotion of an appropriate love. These were hands that trembled. That reached because they could not not reach. That touched with the full force of a wanting that had been building for ten thousand years and was finally, finally meeting its object in the physical world without barriers.

“Then do it.” “Help me, God. For I’m about to sin.” I pressed my hands against his shirt, taking shallow breaths as I stared up at him. As soon as I wrapped my fingers around his shirt, clutching as if my life depended on it, he issued a rugged growl and dipped his head, cupping both my breasts. Every touch was rough, a wash of pain gripping my muscles as he pinched both fully aroused buds. “Oh. Oh, yes.” “Perfect.”

"Gentlemen slowly lift your left hand until it touches the woman standing in front of you. When you touch her, limit your touch to your fingertips. Using the fingertips of your left hand explore her body from the neck down to the knees, without touching her genital area. Ladies, please stand as still as you can." The sun was shining and each woman had it on her back. The outside temperature was about eighty degrees with only the gentlest of breezes. Nick watched as the men ran their fingertips over the women in front of them. He watched as one man ran his fingers down the slope of the women's chest from collarbone until he encountered her nipple. When he ran one fingertip around that nipple

I’m suddenly delirious and in complete agony, as sweat droplets form against my forehead, I’m shaking as the pain hits me wave after wave. Suddenly a vision hits me like the white heat searing my veins, and it’s of Groban and Laya together, he’s hugging her tightly and whispering something into her ear before pulling away and smiling softly at her. He places his hand over her small bump, she’s pregnant that much is certain. He lifts his hand to her and she does the same, I gasp as I narrow in on their hands, they both have the Gaia symbols against their palms. They suddenly place their palms together and energy so magnificent explodes them both, it’s so powerful that I nearly forget to breat

“Look how beautiful you are.” Oh, Goddess. While still holding me open, he slips one of his fingers on my clit, feeling my wetness increasing. I moan, leaning back against him, and enjoy as he massages my core awesomely. “I love how you react to my touch.” Fynn’s gaze burns itself into my skin as he watches us. He steps in front of me, careful not to obstruct my or Matthew’s view of our reflection. My pussy throbs painfully as he clenches his jaw, and I feel his fingers trailing my leg.

“You’re killing me. I don’t know how much longer I can wait.” “You don’t have to wait,” I told him. “Here,” he said, reaching down and touching me. His fingers slipped over me, rubbing me. It was electrifying. “Goddess,” I breathed into his mouth. “Yeah,” he said, increasing the intensity of his fingers. “Do you like that?” “Yes,” I said.

I kept chanting, my eyes dropped, closing instinctively to savour the feeling as the first wave of pleasure hit me. "Yes father... oh bless me father... Oh yes" I screamed as my middle finger and fore finger slipped into my hungry pussy. My fingers moved quickly, as I imagined father Gabriel pulling my hair from the back with the same hands he served me communion, the sane hand he had used to bless my head with ash. In and out, in and out, my fingers went in and out, drawing circles and squares on my wet flesh, teasing and touching, roughly and softly... In and out.

Luca’s POV We weren’t touching anything, and the only parts of our bodies that were touching at the moment were our joined fingers and nothing more. But that littl bit of contact was kind of enough for me, I didn’t want to start being greedy and start wanting the whole thing when I just literally started doing it right with her. And even though her fingers felt really nice in her grip, it felt like her fingers were warm, while mine was cold, or it was the other way round. Either way, nevertheless, it made holding hand with her feel really nice, and this was most definitely in a very non sexual way.