Novel & Cerita God And Man Touching Fingers

"Oh, God..." "Damn. Yes." He panted as he held me in the same position, our foreheads together, his breathing ragged. His fingers brushed up and down my spine, rubbing aimlessly, as if losing track of time. "This is what you wanted?" "Mmm-hmmm," I managed, placing the flats of my hands against his chest. The way my fingertip was sizzling from the light touch alone was powerful, the current shared between us coursing through my entire body.

she braved, her gaze dropping to his lips, soaring again to look into his eyes, which careened with the cyclonic gusts of galaxies. "Or something else?” She reached out in a pure human gesture to touch him. Her fingers, stained green from working with herbs all day, stretched inches from the golden skin of his forearm. Between her fingertips and his flesh seethed pent power, a holy power willing to seek mortal pleasures. "Don't," he gasped, the word a prayer. "Mortal touch is not for my people." "Why?" She gasped, a breath. "Does it hurt?" "It… corrupts."

I tensed but didn’t stop riding Tristan’s fingers. “Relax,” he ordered, his eyes compelling. “It’ll be good.” Anxious and excited, I gave a small nod. Slowly he pushed a finger into me. “Oh God,” I gasped as I felt his fingers in both my openings. There was a slight discomfort, but it didn’t stand a chance against the pleasure Tristan’s fingers in my center caused.

So, without further questioning, Irwin slowly reached for him, her hand trembling as their fingers touched. The moment their hands met, a shiver ran through Irwin’s entire body. It was more than just physical contact—it was a connection, raw and electric. It wasn’t just their hands touching; it felt like their souls were brushing against one another. Dorian’s fingers curled around hers, his grip firm but careful, as though he feared breaking something delicate.

he says emotionless. Jesus, this took an unexpected turn. “I’m sorry I brought it up.” I finally say. He runs his fingers through his hair again “It’s fine. I’m not bothered by it.” he clearly is though because the whole atmosphere shifted when I brought it up. I have no recollection of what I’m doing when I grab his hand. My whole body is on fire when the contact is made. His hand is large and rough but soft at the same time. I look down at his fingers which have small intricate tattoos on them. He looks down at our hands in confusion and I look him in the eyes

“Will you touch me?” Laurel nodded her head and the man brought her fingers to his hard masculinity ready for her. Laurel touched the silky manhood and caressed it. Makes Aaron let out a slightly loud moan. Hearing the groan, she was about to pull back her fingers, but Aaron held her back. “Don't,” muttered Aaron under his breath. “Go on, honey, get to know me. "

My Goddess, his fingers are massive! I thought as I felt the stretch from the second finger. "Damn it baby, you're so damn tight!" He said in such a deep rough voice. His fingers thrusted in and out of me and I cried out when I felt his other hand wrap around that cock. The distraction effectively working as another finger enter me when his hand wrapped around my cock. The sensation was so overwhelming. I felt stretched to the limits. I felt so full as I stretched around his fingers. I felt his hand moving up and down my length as his other hand thrusted his fingers in and out of me. The wet sound could be heard with each thrust.

“Try touching it.” I looked at his eyes and when I saw he was serious, I gulped hard. My fingers reached out to his shaft. I could see my fingers were slightly trembling but I pushed through. When my skin touched him, his breathing hitched for a moment. That gave me the courage to carry on. I wrapped my fingers on his appendage. I never considered my fingers as small, but his manhood sure did make my hands look like a toddler’s hand.

Two thick fingers push inside me without warning and the stretch, his fingers are so much thicker than mine, thick and calloused and rough inside me, makes me grab his shoulders and moan against his neck. “Oh my GOD, your fingers, they’re so, ohh—” “Tight,” he breathes against my bitten nipple. “So tight and wet. My son has this and doesn’t know what to do with it.” He curls his fingers against my g-spot, firm, practiced, the rough pads of his fingers catching on the textured spot, and my thighs slam shut around his hand.

Her hand reached out, her fingers gliding with a delicate touch over both erect phalluses, causing a collective gasp of pleasure to escape from their lips. "Oh my god," Isabella whispered, her voice a rushed exclamation of desire. She could feel the solid hardness of their shafts beneath her fingers, throbbing with an intensity that matched the growing ache between her own legs. The pleasure surged through her as she curled her digits around the pulsating lengths, reveling in the feeling of their power in her grasp. But the momentary bliss was fleeting, as both men pulled away from her touch, reclining and leaning over her body.