Intimacy Blanket Novels & Stories

I move closer and carefully pull the blanket higher around her shoulders, wanting her covered. Then I stop cold. “Fuck.” I swallow hard when I see she’s only in her underwear beneath the blanket. The scent of her heat hits me fuller now that I’m this close — the same wild honey and aloe vera thick and sweet and impossible to ignore. Magnus surges again, violent and insistent. I grip the edge of the mattress and force myself to breathe through it, locking every muscle until the worst of the urge passes. Only then do I turn toward the others.

He tossed her a fleece blanket, and she settled into it, relishing the way the soft fabric soothed and warmed her. "You like old movies?" Jared held up two DVD cases. Suspicion and Notorious. "Tough choice­um­Suspicion." She nodded at the Cary Grant and Joan Fontaine flick. He popped the movie into the player and turned the TV on. Once the huge flat-screen was filled with the credits, he joined her on the couch. Rather than sit a few feet away, he lifted up her blanket, eased in beside her, and curled an arm around her waist, tucking her firmly against his side. The sudden intimacy had her entire body tensing, both with apprehension and excitement.

I say as stuff some popcorn into my mouth and he plops beside me inside the same blanket. "Are you going to be in the same blanket with me?" I ask him as my eyes enlarges lifting up to him. "Yeah! I have only one blanket," he says as he shoves in the blanket and pulls me close to him, with his legs spread wide as he pulls me in between his legs and snakes his hands around my stomach and his head nuzzles at the crook of my neck, calmed and relaxed. I can feel his warm and soft breaths hitting against my skin making me red like tomatoes.

The blanket was in between us and just when I turned around to reach for it, I saw Miles reaching for it at the same time. He smiled. “It’s a cold night. I nodded and allowed him to spread out the blanket. I took one end and covered myself while he covered himself with the other end. Now, that we were sharing one blanket, our bodies couldn't strain the blanket else it won’t contain us. We both lay on the bed with our backs while our faces gazed up at the darkness. I’m not sure if it was my breath or Grayham’s but our warm breaths rose in symphony.

It was intimacy, not in actions alone, but in trust, in vulnerability, in letting someone see the fragile edges of yourself and knowing they wouldn’t hurt you. As the night deepened and the stars spilled across the sky, the cold seeped through even our layered blankets. I shivered, and Eric instinctively draped an extra one over my shoulders, pulling me close. I could feel his warmth against me, steady and grounding, and I pressed myself a little closer in response. “Cold?” he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice. “A little,” I admitted, nestling into him. “Then stay with me,” he said simply. And I did.

The thin throw blanket did absolutely nothing against the draft coming from the massive glass windows. Suddenly, a soft rustle broke the silence of the room. Liam tensed up, his eyes snapping open in the darkness. A tall, towering silhouette was standing right beside the couch. Jaxson. Liam scrambled backward against the sofa cushions, his heart hammering violently against his ribs. "What are you doing? I told you to stay away—" Before he could finish, a heavy, incredibly thick velvet duvet was violently dumped right over his head, burying him in a sudden wave of intense, trapped warmth. The blanket smelled faintly of expensive cologne and cedar wood.

They soared into that dimension of happiness, of ecstasy that only they could feel at that moment. As the peak of their passion subsided, the intensity didn't vanish; it transformed into a profound, heavy intimacy. Garette didn't pull away. He stayed tangled with her, his limbs heavy and relaxed, his heart beating a steady, calming rhythm against her back. He pulled the duvet up over them, tucking the edges around her shoulders with a tenderness that felt dangerously real.

, I whispered to him, unable to stop the words from escaping my throat. I was dizzy with the force of attraction, almost heady and wanted to have his cock inside me. The necessary physical intimacy of our naked bodies had established an unconscious connection between them. I caressed him, stroked him, knew the textures of his skin from the roughness of slightly stubbled cheeks to the sleekness of his shoulders. The sharing of the blanket had caused some unavoidable contact of the most sexually intimate parts, which provoked my omega to act boldly, take charge.

Like always it seemed like a far away dream to be able to achieve this level of intimacy and honesty between us but after the small progress that I had today I wondered if it could be possible. My emotions once again all over the place in between wanting him and resisting him as I decided to call it a night and getting up I decided to put a blanket over him. I wondered if I should go into his room to get his blanket but thinking against it I entered mine and bringing out the blanket that I was using I yawned at the tiredness now consuming me again. Placing the photo frame down on the floor beside his limply fallen arm I put the blanket over him slowly making sure that he was completely cover

"The blanket." Paige gets up and shuffles her feet to the bedroom. When she returns, she brings Owen's blanket. My eyes wander to her hardened nipples poking through the fabric of her shirt due to the cold. She sits back on the sofa and stretches the blanket to cover Owen with it. However, when she pulls it up to his neck, he prefers to go with her, and even though it annoys me, if being with her helps him fall asleep, it's best for him. Paige lays him against her body and holds the blanket up to his neck, but she doesn't stop looking at me. She gazes at me with those big, dark eyes, and her small hand reaches out towards me, opening and closing her fingers. I simply extend my hand, and her