I Pulled You Closer To My Chest Novels & Stories

He took my hand and pulled me into a warm embrace, holding me tightly against his chest. I felt a rush of relief as I leaned into him, the tension leaving my body. I buried my face in his chest, feeling his heartbeat against my cheek. It was a soothing rhythm that chased away my fears and doubts. I clung to him, feeling his strength and love, and knowing that he would always be there for me, no matter what.

He promised, pulling my back into his chest. Is this what love feels like?

I sucked in a slow, controlled breath, locking my jaw, forcing my face to stay blank. But my chest? My chest was fucking burning. It was her. It was always her. And I didn’t know if I wanted to fucking run or pull her closer until she felt it too.

I was expecting her to pull away but instead, she softened against me, her body trembling under my touch. I pulled closer to my body, feeling her boobs against my chest, the feeling almost drove me wild, I buried my face against her neck, inhaling her scent. She tilted slightly, giving me more space, as though inviting me closer without saying a word. The more she yielded, the harder it became to hold back.

straight through my chest. My hands tighten around her. I pull her closer and closer, until there’s no space left between us. I don’t even realize we’re moving at first. It happens unconsciously… instinctively. One step, then another. Her back brushes the wall beside the door… then slips past it. My lips never leave hers. I don’t let them. I can’t. She clings to me just as desperately, her fingers threading into my hair, pulling slightly, and that small action sends a sharp rush of heat through me.

My chest tightened with a love so fierce it almost hurt. He noticed me staring and pulled me close, letting my head rest against his chest. His arms wrapped around me firmly, and in that moment, I felt more anchored and cherished than I ever had in my life. "Are you still mad at me?" he asked gently, his voice soft enough to make my cheeks warm.

He doesn't even allow her anywhere within two inches radius of him. A smile stretched on my lips and as I shuffled closer to him, with how closely pressed we were, Goddess help a needle if it could pass through us. He stirred and his arms that had been laying by his side moved to my waist to pull me closer to him and he moved to bury his face on my breast, continuing his sleep. My cheeks turned tomato red and my heart was beating like a fucking war drum at the moment.

I whispered her name, the pad of my thumb smoothing the lines from over her forehead. Her chest heaved out and she shook her head, "No, please," She mumbled again, pressing her eyes tighter and I pulled her shivering body to me, she became so close, her sweaty forehead pressed up against mine. She whimpered and I tightened my hold over her, "I've got you," I mumbled, my lips an inch away from hers due to the closeness.

He was looking at me. He is looking at your lips. Dourh. I involuntarily moved back a little and smiled tightly. 'Well, thanks for your compliments and...' I was cut off when he moved closer to me, one of his hands on my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. I looked up. 'You were saying?' Ehn? Was I saying something? What was that? I looked down and cleared my throat. 'You might want to move back a little.' He moved even closer so we were practically chest to chest. I avoided looking at him. I focused my attention on his chest.

She pushes her face into my chest as if trying to hide away – but not from me…from someone in particular. I try to pull her away gently away from my chest , but this makes her lowly screech and lunge her head to my chest again. It as if she finds comfort being this close to me. Instead of pulling her away , I change my tact tics and try rubbing her back in a soothing manner. This seems to work as I feel her back muscles begin to loosen up a bit. She relaxes in my arms ,however she is still a crying mess.