My Love My Touch Novels & Stories

he continues to thrust into me while I stare back at us, the mess we have become, the mess that I love so much. “Did he touch you when you went to see him yesterday?” His voice rings out again as he slows the pace of his thrusting but his hand continues to tease my breast with my back arched against him. “My hand” A low growl leaves his mouth and Malachi slams into me again, tears immediately wells up in my eyes. Gosh, I love this, I love how my body is vibrating against his. “No one dares to touch you again, princess” “Yes sir”

Anger penetrates me, exuding so everybody can see it. "Yet... I nearly figured you wouldn't be," Liam stands up majestically, and afterward connects with one finger and strokes my cheek. Energy ejects under his touch, bubbling underneath my skin. I almost gag at the abrupt flood of want that nearly overpowers me. For what reason does his touch influence me?

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.

After a few seconds of silence, I heard his voice again, “ What's wrong in touching her !!. Yes !!. I have every right to touch her. Even I have rights to do more than touching. Now I just want to touch her lips to know how it feels in real. Umm!!. I know, nothing is wrong in it.” He is speaking with whom !!. Does he love that girl so deeply !!. Of course, he loves her so much, that's why without even realizing he is sitting near me with her memories. Who is that girl !!. Anyway, she is very lucky to get his love. My thoughts were paralysed by a sudden touch on my lips. Is he touching my lips while thinking his lover ??. He rubbed my lips softly for a few seconds and murmured,

Finally. I swiped my hands up and down his arms, up to his chest and down his stomach. I felt him flinch at my touch. I looked down. His body looked like a masterpiece. I grazed my fingers up his happy trail, over his nipples, squeezing gently, and up to his neck. He hissed as if my touch burned him in a good way. My eyes found his again. His lust evaporated the moment he met my gaze. His cerulean blue eyes only held pure, unadulterated love, and for the first time in my life, I wanted to surrender myself totally and completely to someone.

He saw the flinch in her eyes and proceeded slowly, their eyes staying on each other. While making slow love to her, he had his thumb on her sweet spot and brought Ann to climax, despite the pain of losing her virginity. “I love you,” Paris said after climaxing, wrapping his arms tightly around her. “Remember me in your dreams,” Paris whispered, compelling her in the hope that Mr. Ondrink will miss it. ***

His grip on my hand was making my body electrified, wanting to be pulled by his warmth. “I know you will never love me, but… can’t you let me love you?” he asked. I sighed and decided to turn and face him, removing his hand away from my wrist. He watched me do it, and I can’t deny that it affected me big time. It hurts to see him believing that I do not want his touch when it is the only thing I have ever wanted. Love. “Have I not told you from the first day we consolidated this stupid contract?” I sardonically asked. “You can’t fall in love with me!”

Alland pulled the tip of the vibrator and he slowly pulled it out. “Ahh,” Camella sighed as the thing came out of her body. Alland brought his face closer and inhaled the scent of the girl's sensitive area. The fresh mint aroma entered his sense of smell. Alland stuck out his tongue and brushed the girl's clitoris with his tongue. "Ahh," the girl sighed as she felt a touch on her sensitive spot. Alland quickly swarmed Camella's, sucking the girl's sensitive spot, occasionally his tongue dipped into her. Alland did it so skillfully, how often did he do this?

His touch was both demanding and tender, his fingertips dancing across my skin like silk. With a feather-light touch, his fingers brushed against the delicate folds of my pussy, teasing and testing my readiness. Each stroke sent a jolt of electricity through my body, igniting a desire that pulsed within me. His touch was skilled and intuitive, knowing exactly how to elicit moans from me. Felix's possessive nature seemed to intensify as his fingers explored me. His voice, husky and laced with desire, pierced the air. "You're mine, Mia," he growled, his breath hot against my ear. "Every inch of you belongs to me."

Rushed footsteps. I felt warm arms holding me. Pressing on where I was shot. I knew that touch. I knew his voice. Even if it's sounded distant. Nico. I wanted to tell him, that I was okay. I wanted to tell him not to cry. Not to worry about me. But my lips wouldn’t move. My chest burned. But I didn’t feel fear. Not with him. Just pain. And love. And the ache of knowing if this was my last breath… at least I was in his arms.