Just One Touch Pure Romance Novels & Stories

His lips remained on my ear, his breath caressing my skin like a gentle touch I could never get enough of. “Touch yourself,” he whispered. “Let me see you touch yourself.” I obeyed. My lips fell open as my thumb reached my clit. The sounds that came out of me were shameless. I was dripping, and these juices did exactly what they were supposed to. I pressed my palm against the whole of my pussy, rubbing the wetness on every spot I could find. Lucas pushed his leg in between mine, spreading it wide for me. His mouth was on my breast, his tongue teasing my nipple endlessly.

The bed was so incredibly large that it I could lay on it and make the smallest dent. Romeo closed the door quickly and grabbed my body bringing me closer to him and invading my lips with kisses. Deep lustfull kisses. Every time he touched me, butterflies filled my stomach and went around my whole body. He slowly made his way down to my neck gliding his tongue across my delicate skin. I got goosebumps under his touch. His hand then began to make its own way down to my underwear and going underneath the dress as if it weren't there

To beg him to move his hand a little higher, to tease and massage one of those hard little points that longs for the attention of his fingers. Oh, God. I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe that I'm standing in a fitting room in an insanely expensive gown and aching for Roman Everet to touch me. I can't believe that Roman Everet is touching me, that it's his finger gently grazing the underside of my breast. That is certainly not professional, no matter the arrangement between us.

The intense pressure sets the romance into a raw, loving frenzy. His other hand drifts to my tit. He squeezes the flesh. He pinches the nipple. The sting shoots straight to my core. I scream. My body trembles uncontrollably. He thrusts faster. His cock becomes an unstoppable force. The desk shakes beneath us. Papers fly to the floor in a chaotic flutter. He swells inside me. The thickness stretches me even further. My pussy pulses with wet heat. It clenches around him. He leans in. He kisses me deep. His tongue fucks my mouth. The taste of him blends coffee and pure want. The romance shines through. His love shows in every touch and every thrust. Our bodies dance in a beautiful rhythm of hea

He gently cupped her shoulder, his touch sending a current of warmth through her. Slowly, Ruben tilted her face towards him, his hand caressing her cheek. Their gazes locked, and time seemed to stand still. His thumb brushed against her lips, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. At that moment, all Arlet could feel was the electrifying touch of his fingers teasing her very core. Her lush eyes fluttered closed, savoring the exquisite sensation he had gifted her. His touch had the power to awaken every dormant corner of her body, stirring desires she had long kept hidden. It was a delicate dance of anticipation, where every nerve ending craved his touch.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

She couldn’t believe this was happening. His fingers found their target, brushing against her wetness, and she nearly gasped aloud. Her hips twitched and his grip tightened on the phone. “Yes, I understand,” Roman said into the phone, his tone businesslike. “We’ll have the numbers by the end of the day.” His fingers circled slowly around her clit, drawing a soft whimper from her lips. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk appearing on his lips as he continued his call. He was enjoying this.

Memories of him making love to her played like a reel inside her head, which made her blush heavily and at the same time turned her on. He tilted her chin, making her eyes meet his and then planted a kiss on her lips. But the next thing she knows, he commanded her ro strip. “Strip.” She didn't liked the way he said that word. But she said nothing and grinding her teeth, she started to remove her clothes one by one. Once the dress was gone, she was going for the stockings when Carson stopped her. “Leave the stocking and heels” he murmured. He snaked his arm around her bare waist and pulled her closer. The contact of her breast touching him, made her nipples hard. Her skin was heated with his

“Jealous?” His eyes are on Mason’s back. “He talks to you like he still has a shot.” “He doesn’t.” I press closer, let my breast brush his arm. “You know that.” Roman turns to me, voice dropping so only I can hear. “Then why the fuck is he looking at you like he wants to peel that dress off you right here?” I bite my lip, smile slow. “Because he can look. But he can’t touch. Only you get to touch.”

My eyes widened, but I kept my face neutral, smiling at something Richard was saying. Roman’s fingers reached the edge of my panties. He didn’t ask. He simply pushed them aside and dragged two thick fingers through my folds. I was already wet. His touch was slow. Deliberate. Teasing. While his mother talked about the upcoming charity season, Roman circled my clit with his thumb, then pushed two fingers inside me. I gripped my fork tighter, biting the inside of my cheek to stay quiet. He curled his fingers, stroking that perfect spot he knew so well. My thighs trembled. I tried to focus on my plate, but pleasure was building fast. Hot, dangerous, forbidden.