I Pulled You Closer To My Chest Novels & Stories

I couldn't stop myself as I held his face and pulled him closer, breathing really hard, gasping for more. Maybe a little hooking up isn't bad.

He pulled me close to his body, keeping my head close to his chest. I didn’t fight it. Right now, being touched by him and being this close to him felt like the most insignificant thing that could happen to me.

Our chests grazed with each exhale, the magnetic force of our proximity defying reason. Determined, I challenged him, pushing myself even closer. The charged atmosphere pulsed with an energy that caught him off guard. An audible inhale escaped him, his visible swallow betraying the impact of our proximity. A playful smirk danced on my lips, reveling in the subtle shift of power dynamics.

“Show me your tricks another day.” I could feel his smile widened, clearly amused by my response. He leaned closer, his voice a whisper against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “tonight, I think I’ll just keep you close.” Before I could respond, he swiftly pulled me toward him by my waist, and I found myself pressed against his chest, stunned by the sudden shift. The warmth of his body enveloped me, and my heart raced as I felt his breath against my ear. “Do you really think you can resist me?” he murmured, his voice laced with playful challenge.

He answered pulling me even closer. At this point we were basically the same person we were so close. I shoved my face more into his chest. "No." I said forcefully to him. He sighed and brought me up closer to his face. Both my hands went to his cheeks. "Your wall is still up my love." He whispered huskily. "Ha...oops." I grinned. I slowly breathed and broke it down and calmed myself so he could hear me now. Better? I push to him raising an eyebrow.

Your face looks normal though, but still, geeze. "Why'd you move away? Come closer!" Without a warning, you pulled my upper body that was away on you closer to your chest. You even have the guts to let out a laugh. Geeze. Out of fright, I fixed my eyes infront of me instead while you placed your chin at the top of my shoulder.

But before I could fully turn, his hand tightened slightly, and he pulled me closer. “Don’t do that,” he said. “Do what?” I asked, my voice softer now. “Don’t look away from me.” “I wasn’t,” I said, even though we both knew I had. He pulled me even closer. Now there was barely any space between us. Close enough that I could see every detail of his face, every shift in his expression. Close enough that I could feel the steady warmth of him, the quiet pull of something I didn’t want to name.

Claiming me as his. His grip in my hair loosened, his rough edges melting into something softer as he pulled me back against his chest. His lips found my shoulder, kissing away the sting where his teeth had been. I moaned, shivering as his arm slid around my waist, holding me close to him while his thrusts slowed but hit deeper, each one deliberate, sending chills up my spine.

“Do you know how proud I am of you, Chiara?” The tenderness in his expression nearly undid me. He moved closer again. I should have stepped back. Instead, I stayed exactly where I was. Because the warmth burning inside him was already spreading through me too. Another step. Then another. Until finally, he stood close enough to slide an arm gently around my waist and pull me against him.

Instead, I removed my hands from his chest. Now, he leaned closer. Close enough that I could feel his breath. Close enough that neither of us could pretend this was just about teenage rivalry anymore. “You think you can stop now,” he said. “You can't.” Something flickered in his eyes, something deeper than what I've been seeing. Without warning, his hand gripped my shirt collar, pulling me forward. Our faces were inches apart now. But for a fleeting second, neither of us moved. Then he closed the distance between us.