Komik Touch Touch You Novels & Stories

Wow… that was… I swallowed hard, and the sheet of notes in my hand once again proved useful. “The more you forbid me from touching, the more I want to. And if you think it’s unfair, you’re welcome to touch me back instead~” Below it was a small line of text: You may touch. It felt like some kind of royal pardon… Well then, no need for me to hold back. Before the discarded instruction sheet had even finished fluttering to the floor, my fingertips were already firmly pressed against his sculpted abs.

Emma arched slightly, whispering, "Touch me baby... just like this." Alex's hand slipped inside, fingers moving over Emma's panties, feeling the damp warmth seeping through the fabric. She rubbed in gentle circles over the cotton, pressing against Emma's clit until it swelled under the touch. Emma moaned softly, her hand mirroring the path, dipping into Alex's waistband to stroke her slick folds, parting them tenderly to circle her entrance.

“Tell me what you want, Piper. Use your words.” I squirmed under his touch, the combination of liquor and his dominant presence making me bold yet pliant. “I want to be touched,” I whispered, my nipples tightening against the thin fabric of my dress. His fingers continued their teasing ascent, stopping just short of where I needed him. A small whimper escaped me. “Please, Lucian… touch me more.”

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Maya touch the ring and necklace through the clothes. “May I ask you something else first?” “Sure,” “Did that guy rape you?” Gia asks directly. “He did.” Maya admits. “I did something to him. I don’t think he will manage to have an erection soon.” “What do you mean?” “I am not sure how to explain but Thomas somehow planted the idea in my mind. Once he slows to think what he tried doing, he will notice.” Maya said smiling briefly. “Your link with Thomas is powerful.” Gia said thoughtful.

Truson’s bouncers came rushing in. Suddenly, all four men paled and walked away, mumbling something about coming back later. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Aron asked, turning to face me. I shook my head. I wasn’t hurt—just deeply shaken. Then, someone handed me a fish skewer. Another shoved grilled squid into Aron’s mouth. I burst out laughing. Aron tried to punch Art, who was grinning smugly. “Want to switch? You don’t like squid?” I asked.

Micah’s eyes shut tight. “You said I’d never get to touch you.” A kiss on his hipbone. “That you’d rather die.” “Maybe I still would,” Micah whispered. “But your cock’s hard again.” Roman gripped it suddenly, not tight, but firm. Micah gasped, half in shock, half in betrayal. He wasn’t ready. His body was. That was the problem. “That’s not consent,” Micah said. His voice cracked. Luca’s hand stilled.