I Can't Sleep Until I Feel Your Touch Novels & Stories

A longing I couldn’t ignore. His hand reached out, hesitating for a brief second before he gently placed it on the edge of the bed, close enough to touch my arm. His fingers brushed against my skin, and the touch sent a jolt of warmth through me. I didn’t pull away. Iwanted to but I couldn't. The air between us shifted again, thick with the weight of unspoken words, and for a moment, I wondered if he could hear the thunderous beating of my heart. Was he feeling the same pull?

Now that he was for sure having his fantasies met by his own perverted me, I returned my ire towards the hulking beast in front of me. “You do not get to do that. You know what I told you. I have to let them touch to a certain extent, it never goes beyond a certain point before I put them to sleep. They have to feel what I really feel like so that they are not surprised by my actions. He’s spelled right now. He is currently dreaming about his version of me. Do you want me to show you exactly how this is done? Huh?” I asked him, crossing my arms in front of my chest as he only just stared back at me.

That's why I jumped on my bed and feel it's softness. My body seems find it's haven. All my muscles that been compressed, relaxes once it touch the soothing feeling it brings. My lashes are already heavy. I can sleep in a minute by now. Thanks to that someone, who just devoted me. You really save my night. But even before I sleep off, I heard someone say something. 'My Pleasure, Mi Amor' *** © Skies Ambrielle Your votes and comments are highly appreciated! Thank you for reading 8-)

“The rule tonight is simple,” he murmured. “You see nothing. You control nothing. You only feel. And you don’t come until you beg.” Without sight, my other senses went into hyperdrive. The smell of whiskey, sandalwood, and masculine sweat. The sound of breathing. But the touch… the touch destroyed me.

He stopped kissing her neck to feel her touch. Her touch felt so heavenly. She felt him taking breath through his mouth. His body was reacting very well. She stopped touching him when she felt his thing on her lower stomach getting alive. Suddenly fear hit her hard. " Ivan, I am sleepy," saying that she closed her eyes and didn't dare to move her hand from his back. Her heart was beating fastly and loudly against his hard chest. He lifted his face to see her face but finding her closed eyes he smirked. Tonight is the last night that they will sleep without doing anything. From tomorrow every night will be his.

Asher climaxed shortly after, filling me with his seed for the second time tonight. Asher's arms snak*d around my torso, his lips pressing against my hair. I wondered when this need--this incessant desire to touch him, to feel him within me would end, if it ever would. I could spend an eternity in this bed, an eternity familiarizing myself with his body--with the husky noises that fell from his lips. As the trembling in my limbs stilled, I fell into a blissful, dreamless sleep.

This is not how I fell asleep. I do know one thing: I am safe with him like a pearl tucked away in a clam. Nothing can penetrate his shell and swipe me. No monster from my dream can spill out and get me. I soak this feeling in before my need to fully wake up is no longer an excuse. I murmur, "Don't you have to go?" He says, "No," as his arm flexes and as his hand slides upward, bringing my shirt up with it. Instinctively, I place my hand on top of his, halting him from accidentally groping me in his sleepy haze.

Fat juicy goosebumps under the trails of his touch, distractingly painful yet so enticing. I squirmed as his tongue traveled from lips, down my neck and camping at the intricate curves of my waist. His hot breath formed a mist at the painful spots he had bitten and I curled my toes and bit my lips together. It was dark, I could barely see his face but I recognize his touch even from the dead of my sleep. It instantly lights me up, sets me on an all consuming fire that ignites my soul and through out my entire being. I gripped me hair and anchoring him even closer to me, because I needed the warmth of his skin warming the iciness out of mine.

When I can’t take it anymore, I’ll roll you over, put your legs on my shoulders, and plow you through the mattress. My face burns as I imagine him pushing me onto my back with him still inside of me. In my mind, he holds up my legs, lifting me up, while he bucks into me with wild abandon. I can’t… The images are too vivid. I have to touch myself. I drop my breast and slip my fingers down under my sleep shorts and my panties. The minute I touch my clit, I moan. Another message comes in. Are you touching yourself? Does thinking of me fucking you into the mattress make you so hot you can’t resist?

Adrian's voice snarled. It stopped. The images stopped. But the feeling of lust remained. It roared through my body like wildfire, and there was not enough water to douse it. The body behind me was still rigid and I heard another sharp inhale. Touch. I just wanted someone to touch me. And I was so hot. Like, burning hot. "Adrian. I'm so hot." I pleaded. A hand landed on my hip and I jerked back. "Fuck. Little dove, sleep." The hand released my hip for a second to snap the fingers and then settled back on my hip. Sleep took me in an instant.