God And Man Touching Fingers Novels & Stories

The moment their fingertips first touch, it seems almost electric, both of them jerking their hands back and frightened of the taboo of it all. But then they twine their fingers together, sitting in content silence, just enjoying the other’s company.

But the moment my fingers make contact with his skin, my thoughts scatter. His arm is solid beneath my touch, the muscles firm and warm under my palm. My hand hesitates, my breath catching in my throat as my fingers unconsciously brush over the curve of his bicep. The smoothness of his skin contrasts with the strength beneath it, and I can feel every ridge, every subtle movement as I press my fingertips against him. I know I should stop—I should wake him up and demand answers. But I’m distracted, captivated by the simple act of touching him. The sparks I always feel around him seem to intensify now, humming faintly against my fingertips and spreading up my arm.

Gideon whispered, his thumb caressing my lower lip before sliding two thick, wet fingers straight down between my thighs. I let out a sharp, choked gasp as his thick fingers found my entrance, working through the tight, unyielding muscle without an ounce of hesitation... his knuckles pressing hard against my rim... the calloused pads of his fingers dragging against that first tight ring of muscle... forcing it to give... to open... to let him in. "What the fuck was that sound?!" Rowan screamed over the speaker, his voice pitching into a hysterical, unhinged howl. "Julian, tell me he's not touching you, you fucking slut!" Rowan howled, his hands slamming repeatedly against a hard surface.

“Born of our altars, raised on our stories, can’t even let us touch the proof we suffered for.” Rin’s stomach did a slow, sour turn. Another pair of hands reached, bolder now, fingers stretching for her braid, for the shining line of her scar. “Goddess keep you,” an older man breathed, eyes wet. “Touching you is like touching—” He didn’t finish. Kael stepped forward, smooth as a drawn breath. He didn’t shove. Didn’t snarl. He simply moved his body into the space between Rin and the reaching hands, one palm lifting in a steady, unarguable gesture.

I can feel his chest moving, still not calm from its activity earlier. Silence fell upon us. “ Can I?” he asked before I heard a clicking sound, and his hands, raising my only cover on my upper body. “ It looks good on you.” My breathing hitched when the tip of his cold fingers touched the corner of the insignia of the moon goddess, the symbol of her curse. His fingers traced the whole insignia with his burning eyes, looking at it. All I did was grip his shoulders to gather my strength. He didn’t waste any time and use his lips to as a replacement to his fingers and my sanity has completely vanished along with the sound of the water stream in the background.

She yelped, her legs spreading wider, back arching off the floor. "Pray now, sister.” I groaned against her sensitive nub. "Our Father who art in heaven..." she managed to whisper, her voice trembling. My fingers curled inside her, hitting that spot that made her eyes roll back. "Hallowed be thy name..." She gasped as I added another finger, stretching her tight hole. "Thy kingdom come…” I was fucking her with my fingers now, watching her face contort with pleasure as she tried desperately to remember the Lord's Prayer. "Thy will be done..." She moaned loudly, forgetting the rest of the words as I thrust into her harder, my tongue joining my fingers.

…A motion that stole another moan from my lips as I felt his fingers move, relishing in the small reprieve granted by his touch. “Kieran…,” I sighed in pleasure. His free arm had wrapped around my torso, holding me in place. Though, more accurately, it was supporting my weight, now not entirely sure if I could even remember how to stand. But it was as I spoke that he instantly became encouraged. His actions sped up, his fingers somehow knowing exactly what I needed without having to tell him. An ability that made me start to think that perhaps it *was* possible for a God to exist, because how else could he be so good at doing this to me? Hell, I could see myself subscribing to that religion

Crael reached to run a hand over the shield and he felt Ma's fingers wrap around his wrist and pull it back. "Do not touch anything. " She whispered. "I am allowed, through the invitation of the fey, to be here and speak of what is further in the library. We are not allowed to touch without permission. If you do touch what is not yours or offered, you will be severely punished. The items of the gods hold the magic of the gods." The men muttered their understanding but still thought it was unfair to not be able to examine what they now knew to be weapons of the gods. Ma rolled her eyes at the complaining going on around her and thought once more if only Lorna could be here like we always plan

anyone else. "We still can" "I know, but I don't think we should.... at least not touch each other...no matter how much we want to it would be...wrong." Under the robe, my hand grasped my hard dick and gingerly touched the dripping head. "I've got to admit I'm still very aroused," I said, "Me too, but we shouldn't be touching each other like we were. Is your cock as hard as it was when I touched you?" "Yes, is your pussy still as slippery as it was?

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.