I Pulled You Closer To My Chest Novels & Stories

I held her hand and placed another hand on her waist. "I...I'm really here.", I stuttered and pulled her close to me. . #TBC

“Until then, I won't risk my neck to get close to you.” I turned to leave the secret room, but his hand shot out and caught my wrist. He pulled me close, so close that my breasts crushed his wide chest. The heat of his upper body seeped through my thin shirt.

That someone would want to isolate her even more. I sat beside her, pulling her gently to my chest before she could protest. The shock of the contact was enough to make her freeze, but I didn’t care. Not this time. I was done with letting her suffer. She tensed, but I didn’t let go. I wasn’t going to. Not after everything. “Shh…” I murmured, pressing her gently into me, my chest humming with the strange satisfaction of her proximity. “It’s okay.” Her body was stiff in my arms, her resistance only making me tighten my hold a little more. I wanted to keep her close. I wanted to stay like this forever, but I knew better than to push her too far.

I want to hold her waist and pull her close to me. “You were saying something, go on,” I encouraged. “Well, I …” she paused, “can you move back?” She asked slowly. I frown, was she not comfortable? The thought of her being irritated by my presence made me angry and I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her to myself. “I like you closer,” I said.

My chest ached in that moment, a sharp, sudden pang that made me catch my breath. He leaned a little closer, pulling me toward him, “Even if you belonged to someone else… I’d fight to have you by my side.” I froze for a moment, my mind racing. He pulled back slightly as though trying to read my face.. But my instincts kicked in and I..

I signed, “Come closer!” She looked scared and taken aback, “Why? Why shut the door? What do you want to do?” I stepped towards her and pulled her by the waist. She tried to pull her from me, I pressed her small head on my chest. I wrapped my other hand around her back, pressing her petite body to my huge body. I carried one of her hands and forced it into my shirt. I moved it slowly on my chest. “Stop!! let go..!!” She struggled. I bet she didn't want Dylan to see us this close. “What are you doing!!” She barked.

My chest tightened, I seemed to be out of breath. "This time, can't you think of what I want?" I couldn't move when he stood up and stepped closer to me. I looked up at him and sighed when I realized how close we were. Our faces are just inches away from each other. As our bodies almost stick together. I backed away and leaned against the drawer in the back. But that move didn't help. He stepped forward and brought himself even closer to me. Then he crouched and rested his forehead on my shoulder.

"I want you now. Always now." I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer. "Then have me." He did.

And when I didn't budge, he pulled me closer to his chest while I tried to pull away, not because I was mad at him or shy, but because I was covered in his cum and I didn't want him to smear it in my cums. He tried to pull me closer to him again, and I refused but spoke out. “I don't want your clothes to be smeared by your cum.” “I saw that before pulling you closer to me,” he responded swiftly, and I had no choice but to inch closer and rest my head on his chest. I mumbled into his chest. “Are you mad at me?” His both hands gripped my shoulders, he stared and let go of one hand, bringing it to my head, ironing my hair.

I say. Orvyn nods, then pulls me close to his chest.