He Likes You Body Language Novels & Stories

[places hands on your chest grabbing shirt] HIM: [slides hand over your waist] Ohho? Collecting I see? Well... why don't you show me your collection? [stares at your body, grabs your hand and unbuttons] If you are so enthusiastic, I don't see why i need to hold back... hehe HIM: [moans] I don't know... just waiting for you i guess? [moans again] Look what you made me do. [Smudges thighs] HER: Oh.....hah! What did i make you do? I wanna see clearly. [moves a bit teasingly over thighs, and slides down slowly with hand movement on your legs]

Whether he realizes it or not, this is something. “You’re not freaking out.” I smirk against his skin. He replies with a scoff, low and rough. “You were expecting me to?” I chuckle. “Wouldn’t be the first time you lost your shit over something soft.” He tenses just a little, but I feel the way his chest moves, something close to a huff of amusement, even if he won’t admit it. Shifting, I press in closer, letting my hand slide up his back, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my palm. “You like this,” I murmur, my lips barely brushing against his shoulder. “You can act like you don’t, but your body says otherwise.”

“Because I really like you, and I’d really like to get to know you more.” I chew my bottom lip. He steps closer to me and I feel the heat emanating from his body. It wakes up something inside of me. His warmth, clean scent, and something else, something animalistic, really appeals to me. He’s standing so close now that my chest is touching the space right above his taut stomach.

I had only ever been gentle with the person I loved. It finally dawned on him that he didn't love the fragile, melodramatic Yasmin. He preferred strong, intelligent women—those who, even in the face of adversity, refused to give up and always found a way to save themselves. He liked me. Zayne glanced at Yasmin again, putting all the blame for losing me on her. He snarled and said, "Drop the act. You're terrible at it." The tears Yasmin was about to shed froze in her eyes, and she lowered her head to hide her embarrassment at being exposed.

I touched my lips, and I still remembered his touch. This time his kiss seemed to speak to me, with his touch I felt like he was affirming his feelings for me, sending the flavor he felt in his touch. Previously I felt his kiss felt so protective and passionate, it made me think it was natural. Because both me and him are adults who have sexual urges. Lately, he has often made me think that he is conveying his feelings to me through his body language, through his gaze, and through his whole body moving towards me.

His love language was loud and clear, and he made sure that I got it every minute of the day. It wasn’t the BDSM where he’d fuck my brains out until I forgot everything about this world. It wasn’t the time when he dominated me. It was those moments when his body sought mine, as though an invisible string was pulling him towards me. Whenever we were in one room, he would seek for that contact. As long as our skins are touching, then he was contented. And fuck me if that didn’t make me the happiest guy. Not to brag, but I think I found myself the best person in the entire world. Literally.

He says laughing as my grip tightens around the glass in my hand. Doesn’t like me? “She does,” I say, my voice low now. “She has to. The bond—” “Oh no,”He groans, throwing his head back dramatically as his blonde hair bounces back. “Please don’t tell me you’ve moved from stalking to analyzing her body language like a deranged lover from a tragic novel.”He says and I could already feel the vine in my head throbbing. I can’t kill him! Not now! He’s family! Regardless of how stupid he behaves…

He taunted, knowing exactly what he read in her subtle reaction. She could not deny it, not to him. He might know her likes and dislikes very well, but he believed he had become an expert in her body language. "Now, the ball is in your court." He challenged her, daring her to make the next move.

I nod at his words, letting him know I understand what he’s saying. "Honestly, ummm… I don’t know what I like. I…I enjoy your kisses, how your breath feels against my skin. I like your big, rough hands when you touch me. I like the tingles when our skin meets. I like how you look at me too.” I’m embarrassed by my admissions, but I want him to know that I don’t fear him, per se. “I guess you have some preferences, though? Things you like doing? I’ll be honest, I don’t understand the restraining bit.”

I then go on to explain. “I read your body. Certain movements would trigger you. I discovered a few of your turn ons so far, that’s all. While you may say otherwise, I know you love it, when I tease you." “You’re not wrong there.” He says with a wink. “So you have me all figured out huh?” He smirks while raising an eyebrow. “Honestly no. But I enjoy that. I love finding out more about you. What you love, what you hate. I want to know it all.”