How To Break Touch Barrier With A Guy Novels & Stories

The lights were dim, just bright enough to show the strong shape of his jaw and the tiredness—or maybe stress—tightening the corners of his eyes. "Is that the lesson for today?" I asked. I tried to sound light, maybe even a little sarcastic, but my voice came out thinner than I wanted. "How to be a damsel in distress?" "No." Liam walked a slow circle around me. His footsteps made no sound on the thick rug. "How to be a siren. Today is about the power of touch. Not the grab, not the cling. The brush. The accidental contact that burns." I stood in the center of the room, smoothing my hands down my charcoal pencil skirt.

“Never. Not even close.” The confession hung between us like smoke. I felt something soft and protective bloom in my chest. He was twenty-one. Scared of thunder. A virgin. And currently hard as steel against my ass because his body didn’t know what else to do with the fear and closeness. I took a slow breath. “Okay. Here’s rule two.” He waited. “You can… feel me,” I said. “You can touch. Explore. Whatever you need to feel safe. But no penetration. I’m not on birth control and we’re not doing anything we can’t take back.”

Instead, he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. "Not fair." I protested. "What's wrong? Can't handle a little pain?" He grinned. "Oh.. I can. But that’s against the rule. You said no touching." I replied. "And you broke the rule first. You were supposed to seduce me, not make out with me. So, you're breaking the rules. What's wrong, little lady? Can't handle a little bit of pain? Huh?" He asked. "Fine. You're right. I was wrong. Now, release me." I said.

"Am I not supposed to after I've done something wrong?" I gape at him unsure how to respond. "Y-you are, but you're not supposed to touch me," I say finally finding my defence. "I thought we suspended that rule." During one of our meetings, Aaron and I agreed that for this weekend to go on without any hitch, we'll suspend the no touching rule, but only if he keeps it at the bare minimum. Hand-holding is fine. A hand around my waist while we danced is also fine but anything more isn't. Maybe the occasional kiss on the cheek here and there but we both agreed it wouldn't be more than five total.

He found that using the fingers prior to entering her was easier on both the woman and him. He began to slowly move his fingers in and out. As she got even wetter and her body’s movements matched the rhythm of his fingers, he pushed them further into her with more force and more speed. He waited until she showed signs of being distracted by her sensations of erotic pleasures before he covered her mouth with his own to stifle any cries that might escape her and awaken Mark and then gave one strong and powerful shove to break through her hymen. Hearing the cry that came from deep in her throat and feeling her shaft tense as he broke through the barrier told him he’d completed his objective.

“Or brush your body against his arm while escorting you somewhere. “Remember, don’t be too bold. You want to tease and tempt him. It will make him want to touch you even more.” Okay, now I was blushing like a roasted tomato. “Touching him will also tell a male you are interested in him physically,” Victor added. “Giving the right signals matters.” He stood in front of my desk. “Get up and stand in front of me.” I did as he asked. “Try this.” He took my hand as we stood face to face and placed it on his chest. “Run your hand lightly over my chest. It’s a move that’s irresistible to males.”

“I don’t need to stifle your mind, sweetheart. It’s one of the sexiest things about you.” That did it. She got up and crushed him in a hug. After all, he’d broken the touch barrier when he’d nearly made love to her. Like a little girl suddenly shown affection, she seemed to look for an excuse to touch him. “Thank you,” she said, strangling on the emotion. If he didn’t stop it, she was going to fall in love with him. He laughed as if surprised, then returned the hug, stroking her back. “Here I thought it would be difficult to convince you to go sailing with me. Will that count as part of your thank you?”

“I know what you want to do. Do it. Touch yourself.” “I can’t. I’ve never...” “You can. If I was there, by your side, I would touch a single fingertip right between your breasts.” I might have been shy and inexperienced, but there was something about the way he spoke that made me forget my own insecurities. I did as he said, just holding my finger there.

It states that no matter what, we must never fall for each other, and we can't touch each other inappropriately except in public. “Are you scared you might fall for me?” I ask. “What makes you think I will?” he asks. “I am beautiful” I whispered and chuckled. He shook his head and laughed. “Don't worry, I won't fall, though I can't guarantee that you won't,“ I said and slowly placed a finger on his chest, then took it down till I got to the tip of his trousers. I used it to pull him closer and grin as he quickly held the wall so he wouldn't bump into me.

We didn't move until her footsteps faded completely. He dropped his hand from my mouth. We stared at each other. His hair was wrecked – my fault. My shirt was untucked and my bra was pushed up and I could still feel the ghost of his thumb on my nipple. "We need actual boundaries," I said. Breathless. Unconvincing. "You set them." He was breathing just as hard. His hand was still under my shirt, resting against my ribs like he'd forgotten it was there. Or didn't want to move it. "I'll break them. That's how this works."