My Love And My Touch Novels & Stories

"Start with my chest. Undo the shirt. I want to hear you say it again. That you love me. Not just survival shit. Real love." "I love you," I said, fingers working his buttons open one by one, exposing warm skin. The room's darkness made every brush of touch electric. "Deep love. The kind that hits after everything we've survived. Your sacrifice today... it breaks me and builds me stronger. Does this feel okay? My weight on you?"

I’d always loved that song, especially its beginning. When it came to music and movies, I was a hopeless romantic. I loved all the cheesy stuff, the kind of things that girls enjoyed, which is um... another reason why some people think that I’m gay. That doesn’t make me gay. That’s ridiculous! Who’s to blame if I have better taste?

With those tempting touches lingering on his lips, Jeremy lifted his left hand and held hers. As their gaze at each other is getting deeper, Jeremy's touch on her waist and on her hand is enchantingly pleasurable. From her hand, Jeremy started caressing her bare arm. That soft and snowy skin, while he's desirably touching it, is giving him blazing heat inside him. "I love you, Jeremy." Gail whispered in his steaming ear. That electrifying sensation in his ear rushed in. And with Gail's fearless confession, Jeremy's hand crawled on her gorgeous neck and made Gail lower her face until no more air could come in between them.

Our connection, deeper than words, spoke volumes as our eyes met, communicating a multitude of emotions. With a gentle touch, I caressed his cheek, tracing the contours of his face with my fingertips. It was a tender gesture, a silent reassurance that my love for him knew no bounds. I could feel the tension in his body begin to melt away as he leaned into my touch, seeking solace and comfort.

I don’t utter a word. The drive is odd and I turn on the radio to his car, maybe we need some music ‘ and I’ll always love you ‘ and I wish you joy and happiness but above of this I wish love,' we both reach out to turn it off but our fingers touch, the small contact sends shivers down my spine, and we both retreat abruptly as if the touch torched yet it made my heart flutter.

Our love is a flame that can never be extinguished, consuming us both in its passionate embrace. Henry turns my body, placing me on his lap, his hands exploring every inch of my skin as he whispers sweet nothings in my ear. I move my hands down his back, feeling his muscles tense beneath my touch, and pull him closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us. My fingers graze his hard nipples, sending shivers down his spine as he lets out a low groan of pleasure. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, lost in the intoxicating dance of love and desire.

Regina "There's no need for words, my love. Just know that my feelings for you are deep and unwavering." Richard mumbled softly, his eyes filled with affection. He gently caressed my cheek, conveying his emotions through the tender touch. "Richard...." I mumbled in response, my voice barely audible. The intensity of his gaze and the warmth of his touch overwhelmed me, leaving me speechless. His touch is making me lose all my senses, as if I am floating in a sea of pure bliss. I could feel my heart racing as if it were trying to match the rhythm of his touch. With my eyes closed, I surrendered completely to the intoxicating sensation.

It was as if the universe conspired to create this sacred space for us, a sanctuary where our love could flourish. Gently, I brushed a strand of hair away from Lotus's face, my fingers tracing the delicate curve of her cheek. Her breath hitched in response, her eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions. In that tender exchange, we communicated volumes without uttering a single word. The language of touch became our guide, guiding us towards a realm where vulnerability and passion coexisted harmoniously.

They were his constant companions, and he belonged to them. "You are so beautiful, my love," voices washed over him, spreading warmth deep inside. Their touch on his skin, the gentle caress of their lips against his cheeks, whispered sweet nothings into his ear. Soft kisses made his toes curl as their hands teasingly roamed his body, exploring every inch of flesh within reach. They teased until he whimpered softly and surrendered to their pleasurable assault. Unable to hold back any longer, his own voice begged for release as his body pulsated and throbbed beneath their touch. "I want you too," he heard them whisper, their many voices shaking his core. They couldn't seem to reach him enough.

Never pushed me away. Just wrapped one arm around my waist and kept doing whatever he was doing, like having me plastered to him was the most natural thing in the world. Touch was my love language, and he’d learned to speak it fluently. “Good thing we’re still married, then,” I whispered, brushing my nose against his. He stole the bottle from my hand. “My turn.”