He Likes You Body Language Novels & Stories

he murmured and she tried her best to retain eye contact with him. "I am sorry I did it without permission, I just could not help myself" he said using the tip of his fingers to trace her lips. "I feel more awake now," he said with a smile. "Impossible" she muttered and a smile crossed his face again. "Should we check again?" he asked and her eyes fell shut. "No" "Then why are your eyes closed?" he asked tracing her lips again. "Your mouth is saying one thing but your body language is saying an entirely different thing" he added pulling her closer to him by her waist.

He felt proud for maintaining his body with his workouts. Laya shivered when she didn't find the warmth above her. Many negative thoughts ran into her mind. Didn't he like her? Was he tired of her? Did his mother influence him not to be with her? But he smiled at her. His smile assured her and threw her negative thoughts out of the window. Slowly he removed his shirt revealing his toned body to her eyes. Laya knew he has a good body but never thought he had this good body. Her eyes gleamed with admiration for his body. Oh my…. He had six-packs. Can she pounce on him and lick his abs?

he continues and tucks my hair behind my ear. I smile up at him. "I did, but I thought you would've figured out that I don't like it by now as well." Lie. "That's a lie. You love it when I talk like that." he calls me out on my lie immediately. "How do you know that?" I ask him and he smirks. "Well, first you blush and smile. And then you squeeze your thighs together, which inclines that it turns you on. Am I right?" he asks and I look away from him.

“He really loves us.” I knew she was happy with his confession, despite us not saying it in return. It didn’t seem like it mattered at that moment. He could tell how I felt about him. My body responded to him automatically. With every movement of his body and every touch he gave me, my body would respond to him. goosebumps trailed up and down my arms as his fingertips traced every dimple and curve my body revealed.

Reading my body language and subtle tells and acting accordingly. “Let’s christen it… Think it’s time I showed you how many ways I can make you feel good and prove I can still rock the Casanova crown.” He breathes in my ear, bending in behind me to scoop me up and carries me backwards with a kiss on my mouth.

“What? You already know I like it when people stare.” He breathes hard, saying nothing. “You like it when people stare at me don't you? You don’t just like it, you love it.” I whisper back. His breath hitches, I continue; “You love when their eyes roam all over my body, it does things to you, and you won’t admit it to anyone but you get off of it.” “Because they can only stare.” He growls lowly. My breath hitches in my throat at the sound of his growl, my head leans back on its own and I want him on top of me.

I just don't know. "Hungry i guess?" He asked, removing my himar. "Am okay" i answered, a little bit shy. What has got into me? I heard him chuckle, what ever that was for? "Tinkerbell, look at me." "I don't want to" I answered. "You shy?" He asked, between chuckles. I only nodded my head. Maybe he didn't notice the body language i used or whatsoever. I felt his strong arms drawing me closer to him, and before i could understand what was happening, i felt his lips on mine!

"So perfect like this. Do you have any idea how incredible you look? Kneeling for me? Waiting so patiently? Presenting yourself so perfectly?" His thumb moved from my cheek to my lips, tracing the outline of my mouth with agonizing slowness. The touch was feather-light but sent shivers through my entire body. He rubbed across my bottom lip, pressing just slightly, the pad of his thumb warm and slightly rough against my mouth. I parted my lips instinctively, unconsciously, and he made a low sound of approval deep in his throat. "That's it," he said softly, his voice almost a purr. "Such natural instincts. Your body knows exactly what it wants, doesn't it? Knows exactly what it needs."

The entire day is being relieved in my head, there’s no way to pin point which is my favorite part of the day. “Hey boyfriend.” he nudges my shoulder with his, Chuckling, “Hey boyfriend.” He groans, pulling me to himself. “I could never grow tired of hearing that.” “Hearing what, boyfriend of mine?” He clenches his chest, eyes shut tight. His reaction gets a small laugh out of me. “Call me your boyfriend too.” “Hey boyfriend.” I feel my body do the weird vibration thing his body usually does. His eyes widen, “Your body did the thing!” leaning in, like he was speaking directly to my body instead of me, he goes,

Don't say it. “You like it. The way that your walls clench around my finger. The wave of heat that floods you with just enough time in-between to make you beg for another. You don't want to like it, but you do and you can't help it. Your body answers to me, puppet,” He lifted his head but continued to move his finger. “Mmh, I can smell him on you,”