Romans & histoires I Want To Hold You In My Arms

Like something I’d miss if she ever walked away for good. My cock was still interested. Of course it was. But I ignored it. She said hold me. Not fuck me. So I held her. And for the first time in weeks, months? It felt quiet. Still. She softened in my arms like she’d been waiting for this longer than she wanted to admit. Her body curved into mine. Her hands found my forearm and held it, lightly. Like she needed the anchor. Like maybe I was one. I closed my eyes. I told myself it was just for the night.

The dream state is amazing – but god, please, please just let me hold you in my real arms. I relent, then, instantly – half for the sad, desperate tone of his words, half because I, too, have been craving this. And so I curl up with my mate, tucking my head beneath his chin, and wrapping my arms around him, even letting my legs tangle up with his beneath the covers.

His breathing came in heavy, ragged waves that gradually slowed. My arms came up and held him there without deciding to. This is the man I came here to use. And I’m holding him like I mean it. Or maybe, I am sincere.

“I’m here. I’m not running.” His arms locked around me instantly, holding me like he never wanted to let go.

But most of all, I'm happy in his arms again I just wish I could stay there forever. #

I'm in her arms, holding tightly like a precious thing is a baby. It's me.

I feel myself breaking, let go as he wraps his arms around me pulling me into him. I wrap my arms around him holding on tight. Holding on to somebody who actually cares about me. Something I always dreamed of, but never thought would actually happen. I cry my heart out in his arms.

Soon it will be time again. I yawn and stretch out my arms. I wrap them around his shoulders and hold him tight as I slowly fall asleep hoping that him fuckin me will wake me up because I don’t want to miss a thing!

“I need to feel you. To know you are okay.” “I’m okay.” I circled my arms around the back of his neck. “I’m here.” “I need to be sure. I need to hold you. Feel you.” My heart swelled in my chest. “Whatever you need.”

Élianor She takes me in her arms, she takes me the way you take your daughter, the way you take your child, the way you take your life, your heart, your soul, everything you have, everything you are, everything you will be, forever, for eternity, until the end of time, for everything we have, everything we don't have, everything we will have, if we want, if we dare, if we believe, if we hope, if we love. Her arms are warm, her arms are soft, her arms are those of a mother, the ones I have always searched for, always wanted, always hoped for, always believed in, always loved, without knowing them, without ever having touched them, without ever having felt them, without ever having loved them,