Intertwining Fingers Novels & Stories

she moaned as she grip handful of my hair. I had put in fingers while I continued licking, I grew more daring and slipped in my ring finger too. Three fingers all clawing at her walls as my tongue smacked against her clit. She gripped my hair tightly when she reach her orgasm, I kisses her on the lips as I carefully hovered her on top of me.

napaangat ang baywang niya nang simulan ko siyang i-finger. I slid two of my fingers inside her tight, soaking wet entrance, generating a loud, wet friction sound that filled the small space of the deck. Ang hinlalaki ko naman walang tigil sa paggiling sa kanyang clitorîs, pinahihirapan siya sa sarap. Trina was panting heavily, her head tossing back as she rode the waves of ecstasy from my hand.

Napaawang ang labi ko nang mapagtanto ang gusto niyang mangyari. I swallowed. "You.. want me to hold your hand?" bulong ko. He didn't answer. But his face slightly flushed in darkness. Sa palagay ko'y nakuha ko na ang kailangan kong sagot. And so my hands slowly made its way towards his. It gently brushed against its palm until it completely got a hold of his hand. Sky didn't take long to respond as he was able to swiftly intertwined our fingers. Something clicked in me. I suddenly felt complete. Our joined hands feels so good with each others' warmness. His skin has this affectionate kind of heat.

His hand crawled down to my hand, his fingertips brushed against my palm as he intertwined his fingers around mine. Nakatitig ako sa magkahawak naming kamay. Kahit na madilim ang paningin ko dahil sa sunglasses na suot ko. Bahagyang tumaas ang gilid ng labi ko, inayos ko ang tindig ko at mas dumikit pa sa kaniya.

Nasa loob kami ng isang restaurant at kumakain, pero kahit ngali-ngali ko ng sabsabin ang pagkain sa plato ay hindi ko magawa. Lintik na paano akong makakakain kung hawak hawak niya pa rin ang isa kong kamay tapos chopsticks pa ang gamit. Kakamayin ko na kasi kasi para syang tanga na hindi mabitawan ang kamay ko habang nakikipagdaldalan naman sya sa kabilang linya. His fingers were intertwined with mine, kaya walang kawala. Wala pang humpay ang halik niya sa kamay ko na maghapon ko lang namang hindi hinugasan.

Patient. “Let’s go,” he murmured. But as they walked away, his fingers brushed hers—slow, intentional, asking if she’d let him hold her hand again. She didn’t pull away. This time, she intertwined her fingers with his. “Just… don’t make it a big deal,” she whispered. Rohan’s quiet laugh warmed the cold air. “No promises.”

Our tongues intertwined, swirling in a sensual dance, exploring each other's depths with tender urgency. Humigpit ang pagkakahawak ko sa matigas niyang pagkalalaki, ramdam ko ang pagsinghap niya sa pagitan ng mga halik sa tuwing susubukan kong igalaw ang kamay ko. Mukhang gusto niya ang ginagawa ko.

“How can I deprive them of that favor?” Napatingala si Mr. Ramos at napabuntong hininga. Marahan na inilagay niya ang kamay sa kanyang noo at bahagya siyang tumawa. Dahan-dahan siyang umupo sa kanyang swivel chair at saka ipinatong ang kanyang baba sa magkataklob niyang mga kamay.

The connection between us, the raw power of our desire, is palpable in the air, igniting a fiery passion that demands to be quenched. I suck on his fingers as a reply while he slides them in and out of my mouth. With each thrust of his fingers into my mouth, he match the rhythm of his c*ck plunging deep inside me, creating a symphony of pleasure that reverberates through our bodies. His rhythmic strokes continue, a hypnotic dance between his fingers and my mouth, his c*ck and my c*re. The taste of him, the feel of him, the sound of our combined moans – it's an overwhelming symphony of ecstasy. He joins me soon after, my body going rigid before the familiar warmth of his seed fills me.

“Like letting someone stay. Letting someone be there, even if it’s messy.” Something cracked open in her. Not loudly. Not all at once. But enough. She shifted, slowly, sliding closer until their knees brushed. He turned his body to face her more fully, and this time when their fingers touched, she didn’t pull away. Neither did he. “Is this messy?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah,” Devon said. “But in a good way.” Their hands intertwined, fingers slowly lacing. The fire crackled again, louder this time, like it was urging them forward. And when she leaned in, it wasn’t rushed or uncertain. It was slow. Honest.