Novel & Cerita I Can't Sleep Until I Feel Your Touch

I lowered my head, my mouth replacing my fingers, tasting her, sucking her dry. Afterwards, I kissed her and pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her. She fell asleep immediately. I lay still, staring at her face in the dim light. I watched her for a long time. Eventually, I fell into a deep sleep. I woke to a strange sensation: a soft, feather-light touch tracing my chest, then my abdomen. My eyes were still closed, but I was fully aware. A slow smile touched my lips. “Do you like what you see?” I muttered, my voice rough from sleep but laced with a cold, possessive edge.

I can’t go any further without having her full consent. “I want more,” she whispers with lips swollen. “You’re not in your right mind, baby,” I say, stroking her cheek. “Plus, you’ll probably forget everything that happens. And I don’t want that. I want you to remember exactly how I touch you. Exactly how I fuck you.” She shudders visibly at my words. “So go to sleep, baby.” She leans further into my chest, nuzzling closer. I stroke her hair slowly, fingers threading through the soft strands. Her breathing finally evens out and her body relaxes completely against mine.

But I can feel everything. How did we get here? His fingers were playing, pushing hard enough that I could feel his touch all the way to the tips of my toes. Every part of my body became too alert. How did he think this would help me sleep? I'm totally awake now, my pulse is pounding and my heart is racing, and he's touching, rubbing me in a way that causes my hips to twitch. He drags his hand and slips into my underwear. I looked into his eyes that were staring at me intently and misty. His palm brushed against the bare flesh of my lower abdomen. The long fingers stopped at the throbbing point and moved in a slow and steady circle.

My eyes were droopy and I could feel sleep engulfing me. Fingers tracing down the length of my arm woke me up, I looked up at Jaxon through my hooded and droopy eyes. I pushed his hand away and tried to focus on my sleep, just a few minutes and you will be in oblivion. I continued encouraging myself despite the fingers that traced my arm and went up my chin until a thumb was pressed against my bottom lip. Jaxon's single touch to my skin was able to light an entire city for months, the electricity that buzzed in my veins was unbelievable.

“I know.” We stayed like that for a while as our bodies tangled, our legs brushing as we sank deeper into the couch cushions. At some point, he began absentmindedly tracing circles on the back of my hand with his thumb. It was the smallest gesture, but it made my entire body feel like it had melted into him. “You know,” I said, “if you keep touching me like this, I might actually fall asleep right here.” “I dare you,” he murmured. “I’d drool on your shirt.”

Richard said. I paused for a moment, allowing myself to fully absorb the question. The intensity of his touch has awakened a multitude of emotions within me. I take a deep breath, searching for the right words to convey my feelings. "When you touch me like this," I begin, "I feel an overwhelming sense of comfort and security. It's as if all my worries and fears melt away, leaving only a profound sense of connection and affection."

The claim settles, undeniable, resonating in my blood. I have never felt this after feeding or coupling. This quiet satiation, bordering vulnerability. Time slips, minutes, hours, her scent deepening in sleep, stirring me slow and insistent. I touch her, gently. My fingers trace her hip, waist, caressing until she stirs. Her eyes flutter open, at first unfocused, a small sound escaping her lips. “Shh, sleepy girl,” I whisper, lips brushing the curve of her ear. “Let me wake you properly.”

Victoria was asleep in her lace panties and a small top, her lean body stretched across the bed. I wanted her, but if I gave in, she’d know it wasn’t really a punishment. I cursed myself, decided to take a shower instead, trying to control myself. I walked out of the shower and into the bedroom, catching a glimpse of her back, got into bed, and closed my eyes. Fuck. I can’t sleep. She turned, and her body heat touched mine. My hands automatically went on her. I couldn’t stop touching her. Cadmus, stop, I want to sleep.

I hum, kissing her forehead. I don't want to pull out, hence, as we're tangled, I pull her up to rest on my chest. My fingers run through her hair, the touch comforting. I don't want to sleep to avoid lashing out at her when the dreams come, but nature confiscates that will from me, and I fall asleep. And not for once did they come. ___ I feel something ticklish on my face, and I try to make it stop, but it pulls away. Then comes a soft giggle.

I swore long time ago not to fall in the same trap again but old habitsdie hard and the same goes for sleeping desires! Shit!!......Because of this girl I've broken so many rules in one day?! To many i would say....but god she tastes good!! Her body became wax in my hands and I could feel her sleeping arousal awaken by my touch! As well as my own for her!!.....I'm so freaking doomed!