Pleas Touch Me Novels & Stories

He wants me. I can see it in his dark eyes. Fuck fuck fuck! The air between us feels charged, electric. Like I can reach out and touch it, feel a shock for the first time. I don’t know what made me, but I reached out and touched his arm. Shivers coursed through my body. “Warm,” I whispered. The first time I’m feeling someone’s warmth. It’s so nice. I wrapped my hand around his wrist, pressing my fingertips into his pulse point. “You’re so warm,”

“Come for me, baby. I’m right here to catch you. Just let it happen.” “Please,” I whisper. His touch becomes rougher, and my moans turn more wanton. He makes me unable to recognize myself as he pushes me over the edge. “Nicholas,” I moan as my muscles tighten around his fingers, pleasure rushing through my body in a way it never has before.

"Just touch me. I'm going insane here." His restraint snaps. With a growl, he tears my panties away, his hand immediately finding me, fingers slipping inside with a force that makes me gasp. His palm presses against my clit, and I arch into him, crying out in bliss. This is what I needed. His touch is wild, unrelenting, pushing me toward the edge faster than I can stop it. This is what heaven feels like.

"Please touch me. Please make me come." I let her request hang in the air for several seconds, making her anticipation build, before finally responding. "No."

She swallowed and barely pushed out: - Yes. - Are you touching me? - waiting for me, according to the nod, continued in a whisper, from which everything cramped inside: - I think it will be fair if I can touch you, don't you think? - noticing how I froze, said: - Let me touch you, baby. I want this like crazy. Let me touch you.

"Already wet." I should be embarrassed. Should something. But the second his fingers slide through my slickness, all I can do is moan, my nails digging into the table. "Please.." "Please what?" His breath is hot against my inner thigh, his tongue following the path his fingers just took. "Use your words, hermosa." "Touch me," I beg, my voice breaking. "Fuck, please touch me."

"I'm not saying we have to go all the way, just... you've never touched me. I need you to touch me." When he still didn't touch me, I finally relented. "Yes, damnit. Yes, I'm begging. Please touch me. Please."

"You're bleeding." I suddenly tasted copper in my mouth. My lips were puffy and swollen, I had to feel it. I stared dumbfounded. I couldn't decide what was important. The fact that my body ached for more, or the fact that I was literally a wet mess. "I should probably get going now," he opened this door again. This time, looking rather disturbed. "Wait," I stopped him. "You can't just leave me like this." I grabbed him for a quick kiss. Placing my hands on his hair, I caressed it gently. I didn't know what this man was doing to me. "Please just have sex with me, I'll do anything"

“I—can you please just touch me? I need to feel something” I smile. What a cutie. He reads into my thoughts. “Am I?”, he smirks and my smile drops. “Do you want this or not?!”, I roll my eyes but he’s quick to respond. “Please make love to me!”

His touch was both mesmerizing and tantalizing, sending waves of pleasure that seemed to defy the bounds of human experience. As Marius continued his expert caresses and exploration of my core, I found myself lost in a whirlwind of pleasure and desire. Each touch, each movement, was a symphony of sensations that left me breathless and craving more. It was a dance of passion and connection, a moment where time seemed to stand still as we delved deeper into the depths of our desires.