God And Man Touching Fingers Novels & Stories

"Those were the rules, right?" I sat up. "Correct. No touching themselves sexually." Turo snarled. "Are they allowed to touch each other?" The snarl rose through my throat before I could stop it. "I swear to her goddess, if she's let any of them touch her, I'll strap her to my cross for a week." I shot from my chair. Stopped when I felt my phone buzz in my hand. Oopsie! –Willow The short video showed her rubbing her fingertips together. They were coated in a clear, almost tacky substance.

Like I had said something that really scared him, it had only been a dream right? Suddenly Groban stepped forward as he pulled me close to him, the burning sensation against our hands had started to ease and I felt my whole body relax under his touch. He gently pulled his face away from the crook of my neck where he had rested it, to look deep into my eyes as he held up his palm to me which bore the symbol of Gaia. I immediately did the same as I brought mine up to meet his, and in that instance he pushed his palm to mine as our fingers entangled itself together,

- Growled Kurayami who inadvertently in a hurry ripped his clothes and massaged his ass while sucking his neck down to his chest, placing him in his lap, he groped him, taking his legs. Then tucking them around his waist, the new god had taken out his cock, replaced his fingers in her hole. Where with his power like the strength of a god, like he couldn't get any more strength, it was like he weighed nothing, he pushed him towards the ground. The new god was groping him, there he spread his legs, and then, from his own belt, the new god removed a long glass and coated his fingers with an icy lubricant, with his fingers in and out, with deep thrusts.

Then he pulls back, looking up at me as his fingers slide through my wetness until they reach my entrance. —I'll never be inside you again.— He penetrates me with his fingers, and Jeremiah's hands reach my breasts, holding me as I arch my hips, seeking more, needing more. Of his touch, of Ezequiel's words, and of Jeremiah's sounds in my ear. Ezequiel continues sliding his fingers in and out of me while his forehead rests on my belly. It's such a humble gesture, so pleading for forgiveness and understanding, that my hand moves without realizing it. The tips of my fingers are in his hair while my palm rests on his cheek. He leans his face even further into my touch. I couldn't push him away ev

I tried touching his face, as though doing it would wake him from the trance that he was in. "Hazel…"He snapped from his trance. I smiled at him, blinking back tears of fear. "My love, let's go. I don't think staying here any longer is a good idea. "I grabbed his hand and we began to walk away. My heart was beating wildly and I was thankful to the moon goddess because he finally gave him back to me.

Christian responded by plunging his middle finger into her without a warning. "Fuuuck." Isabelle cried out, squeezing his hand with her thighs. Christian pulled out, then turned her, letting her back rest on his chest. He resumed, guiding his hand over her already-dripping sex. He added two fingers, holding her by her waist. Isabelle couldn't stand still; her throbbing sex and the pleasure from Christian's fingers had her body swaying. "You respond so well to my touch." Christian whispered, leaning in to capture her earlobe in his mouth.

Just h⁠im. "You o‍kay?" he asked. ​I shook m‍y h⁠e​ad. "No." "Me neither." He reached out. S‍low. His fingers brushe​d m‍y wr⁠ist‍.⁠ N‌ot grabbing. Just⁠ touching. I di​dn't pull away. I turned my h​an​d ov‌er. Pa‌lm up. He laced his finger​s with mine. The contact⁠ was small⁠, innocent. It felt​ like ever‍yt​hing.

My body arched, and I clawed at his back. A sinister laughter danced upon my skin, sending thrilling shivers down my spine. My voice escaped in a moan of undeniable pleasure as his fingers playfully twisted, coaxing a delightful pressure that bubbled within me. Never before had I experienced a man's touch quite like this - it was alluring, electrifying. His words caressed my senses, guiding my actions. With every clench, I surrendered to his skilful touch, my inner heat encompassed by the velvety pads of his fingers. As my eyes fluttered to the heavens, it felt as though I teetered on the precipice of exhilaration, hanging there in blissful anticipation.“That’s it, clench my fingers, feel th

His eyes held mine, demanding an unbroken connection as he continued, "Keep your focus on me as I fuck you with my fingers." His words sent a shiver through me, a mix of anticipation and trepidation. It seemed nearly implausible, as I was already stretched by the presence of his two robust fingers. I yearned to ask him a question, to inquire about the feasibility of this endeavor, but time slipped away as his intention came to fruition. Another digit was introduced within me, accompanied by a momentary pang of discomfort. However, he skillfully manipulated his fingers, orchestrating a dance that transformed the initial discomfort into a crescendo of pleasure.

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.