Novel Touch Novels & Stories

“I can see how much you crave my touch. Don’t worry, you’ll get all of me tonight.” I opened my mouth to protest, but the ecstatic sensation his mere touch sent my body caused me to go mute again. Pushing my panties aside, his finger teased my wet pussy, rubbing against my now slippery clit in circles. I gulped, feeling hot and flushed. This was the first time anyone had had access to the intimate areas of my body. Fun fact; I had never even touched myself before. So, it was safe to say that Nikolai was the first person to ever touch me this way.

She walked back to her desk, regretting why he had to show up and why she had to let him touch her, now her once peaceful body is on fire, begging for a touch and not just any touch but a man's touch, his touch. She touched her boobs which he had fondled and she wanted more, wanted him to touch her more. It's been so long but the thing is, he is the only man she had let to touch her, she finds going to another really difficult. She climbed on her stool and picked up her book, determined to forget about his touch just now and just like she said, she has to find someone better or die alo

I can feel his touch as he cleans me, but it's nothing sensual, but delicate. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

“I dare you to touch me first. Anywhere you want.” My hands moved before my brain caught up. I slid them under the hem of her sports bra, palms gliding over the warm, smooth skin of her ribs, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. Nova inhaled sharply, her grin fading into something more open, more raw. “Fuck, yes,” she breathed, leaning into my touch. “Like that. Don’t be gentle just because it’s me.”

My eyes misted up as I touched the tattoos on his athletic chest. His touch grew slower, almost cautious. His lips moved gently along my neck, sending me a warm rush. Each peck from him was so intense, making my breathing heavier, clearly audible in our quiet room, accompanied only by the sound of my racing heart. My hands moved uncontrollably, exploring the surface of his hard, muscular chest. My fingers traced the contours of the tattoos etched into his skin. The tattoo was so familiar to me that I could touch it without even opening my eyes.

The noise stopped in my head but one question popped up, why did the girl sit behind me where there were so many vacant chairs inside? The question faded when I realized that was not my concern. So, I went back to reading until such time I finished doing my research. When I was done, I gathered all the books I took, I even fixed my jacket. When I was about to bring them back to the shelves, I stood up and carried them when accidently, the girl and I bumped to each other. So, technically, he touched me, I touched her. Due to excessive fear combined with surprise, I froze like I was under a spell wherein I was motionless. I could not even breathe; the fact that we touched each other, for sure,

I found myself following Cool to the library. He immediately checked if there is anyone there before he closed the door and started to whisper some inaudible words as flying books came flying towards us. "What are you doing?" I asked while trying to stop myself from ducking every time a flying book came rushing to us. "You try and search for something, too. Telepathy or mind reading." He said and lifted his eyes from the book and frantically looked at me. "You being able to talk inside my head ain't normal, Fhyra. I haven't heard about a Flamia or Glacia that can do such things." He said seriously.

Lorenzo just gazed at him, his expression a mystery, while Kingsley returned the stare with a puzzled tilt of his head. Lorenzo finally moved, his finger tracing lightly down the side of Kingsley’s face, from temple to jaw, the touch feather-soft and electric. A shiver zipped down Kingsley’s spine; he closed his eyes, surrendering to the caress, his breath steadying. When he reopened them, Lorenzo’s eyes held the same steady watch. Kingsley wasn’t great at reading faces, but the tenderness shining in Lorenzo’s gaze was impossible to miss, like a quiet glow in the dim room.

Protected and safe was like a warm blanket over ice-cold skin. After Norwell straddled Rhylent's leg and Chasm's leg, she pressed their knees together. She then leaned until her chest brushed Chasm's pecs. Her fingers continued to pet his ultrasensitive skin. Up and down, Norwell caressed and enticed. The touch danced over his sack and then to his shaft. Her thumb rimmed the head lightly. She circled the hole at the tip.

Then, she adds another finger—stretching, widening and preparing Hannah's pussy for her. “Your pussy feels like satin, baby” Serenity whispered, her nose inches away from Hannah's pussy. The smell of Hannah's arousal was like a drug to Serenity, and she was high, fighting a silent dilemma; replace her finger with her tongue and overdose on Hannah's juices, or have her finger twirl her juices before leaking her fingers clean.