Pleas Touch Me Novels & Stories

Each touch was deliberate, sending sparks of electricity through me. I felt his fingers brush over my chest, barely grazing the sensitive peak through my shirt. The contact was light, teasing, but it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I gasped against his lips, my body arching into his touch, craving more. Leo didn’t hesitate. His hand slipped under my shirt, the warmth of his palm pressing against my skin. His fingers found the hardened nub, rolling it gently between them, drawing another moan from me. The sensation was almost too much, and yet not enough. I needed more of him, more of this.

“That’s what you’ll be screaming by the time I’m done with you.” “Cade,” I repeat, my tone coming out as a beg. “Please,” I add. I need to feel him. I need him to touch me. My breasts feel so tight and heavy by the way he looks at me hungrily. My clit throbs so painfully I’m about to slide my fingers through my wetness just to give myself some release. “Please what?” “Please touch me.” He runs his fingers over the sensitive skin between my thighs, just far enough from the spot I’m so desperate for him that I know he’s trying to tease me. “Do you want me to touch you or taste you?”

“P-please touch me.” “My little slut wants more, hm?” he teased, untying the bikini and baring my breasts to him. My cheeks turned hot under his roving gaze and I wanted to hide away. With my hands tied up against the headboard, my chest was stretched out, my pebbled nipples poking the air. “I love your perky tits, Princess. Look how gorgeous they are. Fuck.”

Isabella dug her nails into my skin, the creaking filling the car and drowning out the outside world. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her chest rising and falling in quick succession, her full breasts brushing against my shirt with the temptation of a soft-core show. I noticed her size was exactly what I expected and how easy it was to conquer her. Owning her. Once and for all. But my brain realized that she was the friend of my enemy... the forbidden one, and the one not to be touched. Touched. I had touched her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and carried her out of Beau Maxwell's club. The vibrations had already coated the underside of my skin and gathered in my core to form a dema

I can't use it to make her let go of me. I tapped her hands that was covering my mouth. She got so much stronger because of our trainings lately. "Stop playing around," Cool scolded before he arranged the things they brought in to the room. Sassy finally let go of me and gave me a warning glare but I just laughed it off and walked towards Cool to help him instead. "What are these?" I asked while scanning the thing they brought, it was like a small knife but it wasn't actually sharp. "This is a samad. It works like how a sword or knife does, but it can only take effect with Fantasians." He explained.

I picked up a grape, coated it in chocolate, and held it near his mouth without touching him. “Let’s see,” I said. “Sir, I need your professional opinion.” Jacob hesitated for a second—not from lack of desire, but from respect. His eyes searched mine, asking without words. I looked at him playfully, biting my lip. He took the grape slowly, never breaking eye contact. “It tastes good,” he said with a faint smile. “Now the strawberry,” I added, offering it to him. “Still tastes good.” “The grape or the strawberry?” “I was referring to you, miss,” he replied, placing his hands on either side of my thighs—without touching me.

“Every night… touching myself thinking about you… imagining you taking me like this… backstage… after a show… claiming me as yours.” Min-jae groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest and straight into mine. He added a second finger, curling them expertly against that sensitive spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes. His palm pressed firmly against my clit, grinding in perfect rhythm as he pumped his fingers faster, deeper, wet sounds filling the quiet room.

That’s the reaction I was hoping for. I walk slowly to the guys standing in place. I slowly place my hand on First Guy’s face and tilt his head downwards to face me. While holding him, I reach out my other hand and signal Thirst Trap to move closer so I can touch both of them. “I want you guys to touch me together.”

"Show me what you need." Slowly, she pulled her nightgown up, bunching the fabric around her waist. The cool air hit her exposed skin, raising goosebumps across her thighs. She let her legs fall open, shameless in her solitude, and let her fingers trail down her stomach to the curly hair between her legs. She played with it first, tugging gently, savoring the slight pain mixed with pleasure. Her hips lifted involuntarily, seeking more contact, more friction, more of everything.

“Touch me.” Alex's hand slid up my side, fingers tracing the curve of my waist. His mouth found my neck, nipping at my skin in a way that usually set me on fire, but tonight, the sensation felt muted, distant. I bit down on my lip, rolling my hips to match his rhythm, trying to force myself to feel more, to shut out the chaos spiraling inside me.