Hugs From Behind 소설 & 이야기

He turned away. That is when I did the most unexpected stupid thing. I hugged him from behind. I slipped my hand in his shirt between the buttons. I touched his bare chest. I run my hands on his chest. He clutched my hand and swirled me around. I was now standing in front of him. I cannot ignore the heat and tension in the air between us. He pierced my heart with his eyes. I am not going to stop him this time. I was already wet and ready for him.

I appreciate the fact that I am part of something bigger, something that might help shape our future. We’ve talked and kissed far too many times since yesterday. If we didn’t have duties to attend to, I swear I would’ve insisted we both stay in bed for the entire day—just to hold each other a little longer, to pretend that everything is still normal. He approaches quietly, closing the distance behind me. Before I can turn around, he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me gently into a hug from behind. His embrace is firm, warm, reassuring, and I feel his chest rise and fall as he presses his face into my hair.

will we ever make it out of this? I couldn't just stand there and I couldn't leave him alone either, so I walked closer and stepped into the shower. I walked up behind him; Slowly and gently, my arms snaked around his waist as I hugged him from the back. I felt him tense a bit, his muscles jerked in an alert at my touch like he wasn't expecting it at all. "It's me," I whispered before my lips feathered over his back and left a soft kiss there. My heart did crazy, erratic things and the small sound that worked up my throat was tortured as I pressed my forehead against his back, my fingers lingered over the wet skin of his stomach before his hand came and hovered over mine.

Now, when I was determined to sign it, no pen presented itself to me. "Do you know that you're the worst person I've ever known?" I uttered through gritted teeth. Out of frustration, I punched him in the chest. He tried to dodge, but I still managed to hit him. As weakness seeped into my body, his actions were swift and purposeful. He reached out, his touch firm yet gentle, firmly grasping my trembling hands. Without hesitation, he turned around and stood behind me, pulling me closer to him. It felt as though he was fitting himself against my back, forming an intimate connection as he tenderly embraced me from behind.

Bear back position. First, he was holding my waist that was moving and he himself was moving my waist so that his length would go in and out of my ass. He thrust while hugging me in the back. Then now, it's him. His length is going in and out of my back. I'm still biting my thumb. To pile on my thumb the feeling I'm trying to hide now. But I'm still moaning. “Spencer.... Ohhhh—Ahhh—AHH—Ahhhh—huhuhmpp—HMMM—OHH!”

“Hey babe. Didn't know you'll be back so soon.” Wesley hugged me from behind and kissed my cheeks. Fuck. Wesley is here too?

He would rather fuck my best friend and former servant, rather than his wife. "Lizzbeth." My face, which previously felt very heavy and could only look down, in a second turned up as fast as a blink of an eye. My gaze focussed on the one hand that locked my movements from behind when I was just about to open this door. "H-hilbert?" I said numbly. My eyes hardly even blinked when I realized that he was standing behind me with his bare body. That means the hard thing and bumping my bum behind this was his penis! He stood hugging me from behind with an erect penis!

My back found solace against his chest, a comforting embrace that spoke volumes of our mutual trust and connection. As we posed, his cheeks brushed against mine, a tender moment frozen in time. Another frame captured a more intimate stance — our faces held in close proximity, lips almost touching, foreheads gently touching. My arms, like a delicate vine, snaked around his neck, while his strong embrace circled my waist, resting just above my bum.

He told her, as he rubbed her back. As they hugged, a camera suddenly clicked. The moment the camera clicked, the picture was sent. A smirk stayed on the face of the person behind the camera.