I Just Wanna Touch You Novels & Stories

My body buzzes when I receive a brutal moan. Every touch, every ghost of warm breath that soaks in skin, feels like how the song drops of jupiter was meant to sound. The chorus rang in me ears from downstairs when Nate touches me. Nate boyishly grins, a cocky look manifested under the surface at the sound that slipped past my lips. It's enough to make my fingers tighten on his golden brown hair. "Just doing what feels good. Like you said." "Well don't stop," I concede and lay back flat on my bed. The view of his mouth grazing over my skin is a sight I will see whenever I close my eyes.

Rich touching her the way she'd dreamed about for months, maybe years. Her fingers found her breasts through the thin cotton of her nightgown, cupping their weight, squeezing gently. She tweaked her nipples lightly, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, and felt the shiver run down her spine like lightning. They hardened under her touch, sensitive and aching. In her mind, he was the one doing this. His hands on her body. His mouth following where his fingers led. "That's it," she imagined him saying, his voice that deep baritone that made her knees weak. "Show me what you need."

Pressing his forehead against mine, he pleaded sweetly, "Stop studying. Just relish the joy of ultimate freedom and recklessness with me, will you?" Waves of exhilaration washed over me. So that was all he wanted.

That had been easy to deal with. This kiss was different. It offered instead of taking. He applied just enough pressure to make her want to lean in and do a little demanding of her own. Without meaning to, she reached up and rested her hands on his shoulders. He pulled her close until they were touching all over. Shoulder to knee, man to woman. He was hard and unyielding, a combination she found wildly erotic. One of his hands slipped through her hair, tangling in the waves. The other moved up and down her back. Slowly, so slowly. Not touching anything significant, but still...touching.

I don't know why, but every time I look into your eyes I see a thousand falling shooting stars and yes I love you. "Will you be mine?" He presented his soothing charming smile with a platinum design as always I'm lost in deep black. I'll just sweep you off your feet and fix you with my love. My only one, There's no one else. My only one, There's no one else. You are my only one. It's just there no one else. Oh oh, my only one.

Sometimes I run (sometimes) Sometimes I hide Sometimes I'm scared of you But all I really want is to hold you tight (hold you tight) Treat you right, be with you day and night (day and night) ---

For once I wished I could control it but I lost that control the moment I let him touch me. I roughly clean up the last bit of my mess on his jeans. "Like what?" I could detect the thickness of amusement in his voice as he spoke. My eye draw back to his face and I whispered. "Like you want to fuck me right now." His voice is raspy as he responds, eyes darkening into desire. "That's exactly what I want to do." I sucked in a sharp breath, my lungs filling with air as I stared at him. His jaw clenches, something I've noted he does when he's restraining himself.

Holy fuck, I felt myself reborn again. And with my fingers touching it, the scene looked even perfect. Enough to make me almost cum. “Let’s see how you sing when my tongue touches this,” I said and without a shit’s delay, I plundered Amanda in her raw form. “Ahhhh! Cord!” she voiced out, her hands grabbing my head as if to push me away. But I held my ground. “Easy now. I am just getting started, Amanda.” “Fuck,” she scowled, but a scowl mixed with an erotic face.

She hissed then she turn around and I saw a guy taller than me in few inches. The guy looks likes one of those what Chloe said to me, worship the ground she walk? Yeah yeah something like that. Funny is that she think that I will intimidating with a guy? Huh? Is she looking down on me? A guy? Really? I think she told something on him, makes him grin and nodded at her. "So a few stitches on your babe!" She said while kissing the guy just right in front of me. What the fuck? These guys seriously disgusting pigs.

"T-touch me. Do it. Please." I pinch her nipple. Gardenia arches her back, groaning low in her throat, and then I'm cupping her breast, kneading it and weighing it in my palm. Fuck. One touch won't be enough. One taste won't be enough. Any foolish notion I had that this could happen just once, that we could simply get it out of our systems–it melts away into the heated air.