My Love My Touch Novels & Stories

So baby, come light me up And maybe I'll let you on it A little bit dangerous, But baby, that's how I want it A little less conversation, and A little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you Into you Into you Got everyone watchin' us So baby, let's keep it secret A little bit scandalous But baby, don't let them see it A little less conversation and A little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you… ❤❤Emir point of view❤❤ The moment my lips touched the soft, delicate skin of her forehead, I knew I was in trouble. My heart was pumping blood furiously, making it beat at an alarming rate. I didn't know why I always felt that way when I touched her. For haven's sake, that was just a kiss that

He proves to me that he can wait for us, that he loves me dearly. I was drowned in his touch and I won't be able to escape from his playful haptic, well, I don't want to escape either. THE END

"Because I wish to. Because your pain is one to which I can identify. And because… you are important to me." He lifted his hand, sweeping a strand of hair into place behind her ear. His fingers grazed against her skin, a feather but not. His voice dropped. "I don't deserve you." "You deserve love, Adrian. Everyone does." He leaned in at an angle, defying gravity. And then, their foreheads touched. No kiss yet. Just the touch of heat, of souls extending. "I don't know how to love someone anymore," he breathed. Elara whispered back, “Then we’ll start with this. Just being.”

Mine to hold, mine to touch, and mine to call. I lost all my self-control before I devoured myself all into her and her being mine. The love we made was the most amazing night I have spent in my entire life so far. The peace of her having in my arms, under my touch, under my sight, and with marks of mine, she looks too beautiful to handle.

“What do you want?” “Please, James, Don’t chase me away. Hear me out” Loli wore a grieved face when she spoke. Having grown up with her, I could not be hard on her. “Come in. Be fast” she entered the room but touched his hand by mistake. His body vibrated from the touch. His entire body felt the need. He felt her touch give him the cold feeling he needed. Thinking of the strange situation and the way Loli had worn her clothes and her coming to him at the right moment

She moaned, head falling back, arms locking around my shoulders. Shower water misted us. Our warm, slick skin slipped and slid. Hips rolling, colliding, slow and needy rises and falls. Releasing her nipples, I buried my face in her throat and gripped her hip to push her lower, keeping her seated on my thigh and my cock locked within her. She groaned against me, my name like velvet on her lips. Her love for me was a caress of whispers in my ear, a promise made with intention. I ran my hands down her spine to the wide flare of her hips and cushion of her ass and dug in, laying claim to get outside with my touch and get inside with my cock, to her soul with my love they was an unbreakable vow.

Our gazes locked. My heart hammered wildly against my ribcage. “W-What are you doing?” I stammered. I did not want him to remove his hands from my lips, but he did. I instantly craved another contact. Yeah. He was right. I want him to touch me. Always. “You said your love language is physical touch. Remind me to always touch you. I wanted to fill your love tank, kitten.” Fill my love tank and then what? Leave me hanging? Divorce me after six months?

Rich touching her the way she'd dreamed about for months, maybe years. Her fingers found her breasts through the thin cotton of her nightgown, cupping their weight, squeezing gently. She tweaked her nipples lightly, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, and felt the shiver run down her spine like lightning. They hardened under her touch, sensitive and aching. In her mind, he was the one doing this. His hands on her body. His mouth following where his fingers led. "That's it," she imagined him saying, his voice that deep baritone that made her knees weak. "Show me what you need."

But I had nothing left in my body, and instead, the thoughts of someone touching me haunted my dreams. "Flower." A searing touch caressed my skin. Soft, strong fingers traced my skin and I sighed softly. "Sam." I whispered back, smiling at the glorious skin to skin contact. My love language was physical touch, and it had been excruciating not to be touched for so long.

While Bryan moaned so sweetly like his wife never touched him that way before. They continued in their mood for a long while, and Adrien quickly went to the door to make sure that it was locked, to prevent anyone coming in to see what they were doing inside. Bryan could not wait for her to go and return, he followed her as she was walking towards the door. Holding her soft and standing boobs made Bryan's mood for sex with her increased. He turned Adrien around after she was done locking the door, and pulled off her gown forcefully, and quickly dipped two of his fingers into her pussy, and she moaned like crazy... Bryan did not stop there, he kept dipping in and out Adrien's pussy with his fi