God And Man Touching Fingers Novels & Stories

It was the careful silence of two people standing too close to a fire. I reached for the sugar bowl, which was on his side of the table. As I stretched my arm out, he moved his hand at the exact same moment to reach for the newspaper. Our fingers brushed. It was just a split second, a warm, soft contact between the pads of our fingers. But the simple touch was electric. It was a complete shock that reminded me of the taste of his mouth, the softness of his lips, the terror in his eyes when he pulled away.

He then shoved his fingers back without any warning making me gasp and stare at him wide eyed. “I am still angry you know.” His fingers dug into my vagina twist and turning making gasp and shuffle back trying to escape his hold. “You had the audacity to let another man touch you.” His fingers dug until they found my G- spot. “I’m going to ruin you so badly,” He started moving his fingers with an inhuman speed. It didn’t take long for me to reach my orgasm. My body slightly rose above the bed and I rode through the electrifying high and then fell back on the bed.

I was fiddling with my fingers and he had his head buried in his hands tiredly. I lifted my hand slowly and touched his. He peered at me through the gap in between his two hands. My eyes never left his as I held his one hand and brought it down gingerly. I intertwined our fingers and placed our hands in between the space between us. We both stared at our connected hands, his slightly tanned than mine. The sunlight coming through the curtains made our linked hands glow brightly. It signified our first step towards friendship.

He just needed to decide if he was going to allow his naughty no-fur to cum too. One of the hands moved to show itself to Hades, right in his face. Two of the fingers made a circling motion and then it lowered on a course to Doll's hungry pocket. "You never said I couldn't improvise. And look, my hands are still where you told me to keep them." The no-fur waggled his fingers as he gave Hades the most cheeky of grins.

"Maybe I should use the excuse of not getting separated, with all these people around, and just grab his hand." Thinking of this, Gu Jiuci's heart settled and she instantly made up her mind. Her hand probed in the direction of the devil, but she had just raised her hand when a warm and large palm grasped it then gently applied pressure to pull her toward him. Instantly, their arm and hand were tightly pressed together. Immediately after, the man's low and intoxicating voice rang out above her head, "Too many people." A warm jolt of electricity ran from her fingers throughout her entire body. Gu Jiuci immediately looked up and met the man's clear eyes. Her heart thudded. Suddenly, the two of

Then—maybe because I wanted to prove myself wrong, maybe because I wanted to set something ablaze—I nodded once. He closed the distance slowly, the way you would approach a skittish animal you didn’t want to startle. He lifted his hand. I lifted mine without telling it to. When our fingers touched—bare skin to bare skin—the world compressed to a pin of light. Sparks. Not imaginary. Not the mind. Not the weather. My breath left me in a soft oh. He swallowed, eyes darkening, but he didn’t grip. Didn’t pull. Just let our palms rest together like a vow we hadn’t said out loud.

"Do you think you can handle two fingers?" "Yes. Please. As much as you can give." I desperately plead, not wanting him to stop. It never felt this good with my fingers. It’s like James is working magic on me. My entire body is aware of his touch and I can’t put into words how amazing it feels as he works his fingers inside me.

His fingers, long and deft, began to caress my skin, tracing slow, deliberate circles that seemed to ignite a fire within me. As his hand crept upwards, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, I felt my heart skip a beat. His touch was like a whispered promise, sending waves of anticipation coursing through my veins. And then, his fingers pressed against my core through the fabric, applying gentle pressure that left me breathless.

he said smoothly. At the same time, his fingers curled inside me, stroking my G-spot while his thumb rubbed slow circles on my swollen clit. I was dripping down his hand, thighs trembling as I tried to keep my breathing normal. “Hallowed be thy name…” He pushed a third finger inside me, stretching me open while continuing the prayer like nothing was happening. I was losing my mind. My nipples were rock hard against my thin top, and I was soaking his fingers. When prayer finally ended, Father Maxwell stood up calmly, as if he hadn’t just been fingering me through the entire session.

Every strange silence and every moment in the greenhouse suddenly seemed to point toward this exact one. “Kael…” His name left my mouth as little more than a warning. Or maybe a plea. I wasn’t entirely sure. Neither option felt particularly encouraging. But he reached for me then, his hand settling lightly against my waist, and the simple contact sent a ridiculous amount of thrill racing through me. My heart immediately decided to stop behaving like a respectable organ. “What?” I whispered. His eyes never left mine. “Harlow.” The way he said my name made something inside me wobble. Goodness.