Pleas Touch Me Novels & Stories

My breathing slows, slows, and it is mine, it is mine, it is mine, it is mine, it is mine, it is mine. He touches my hand, and the touch is enough, is enough, is enough. I let go.

Pleasure sparked low in my belly, but it stayed just out of reach, building without breaking. “Please,” I whispered, voice shaky and needy. He tilted his head slightly, eyes darkening further. “Please what?” I swallowed hard, cheeks burning, but I didn’t look away. “Please… touch me properly. Don’t tease.” A low rumble vibrated in his chest—almost a growl. His fingers stilled for a heartbeat, then pressed firmer. He slid two fingers along my folds, gathering the wetness there, before circling my clit again with slow, deliberate pressure. The friction was perfect now—firm but careful, exactly what I needed.

Don't Let Me Down - The Chainsmokers, Daya 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 Gerald pumped my body so slowly and serene. I bit my lip. I want to sigh, but this is not a fiery lovemaking session for release. It's a very intimate sex session, one that can climb mountains, swim in marshes, sink into the ocean, and of course, know where to go home.

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“Yeah?” “Can you…” I didn’t know what I was doing but maybe that’s how I’ll get out of this dark shadow looming over me. “Can you touch me?” It wasn’t out of lust. It was desperation. A plea for stillness inside the storm of my thoughts and to escape my reality. And I couldn't think of anything else, maybe his touch and the pleasure he could give me will settle something inside me. . ____ A. Gupta There is double update today!!

"Tell me if you want to slow down. Any moment. I mean that." "I don't want to slow down," she whispered against his mouth, her hands sliding beneath the open collar of his shirt, feeling his heartbeat racing beneath her palm. "I've spent three weeks wanting exactly this, wanting you. All of you, not just the careful, guarded pieces you've let the world see."

"Only you. I want you to come closer and touch me." His pants pooled around his legs and he was only on his boxers now. I increased my pace, wanting to rile him up harder so he'd come to me. He was going to right?

Grace I’m not this kind of person. I’m not this kind of person. I’m not— “Oh my god,” I moaned, cutting off my own thoughts. My fingers moved faster, sliding in and out of me while I rubbed myself shamelessly against the thick bulge beneath me. My other hand was clenched in his shirt, holding onto something, as I drowned in pleasure. Wetness seeped from me, soaking through his trousers, and all I could think was—

“Touch me, Nick. Please. Touch me” Nick didn’t tease me, his fingers found my clit, rubbing slowly. I moaned, my hips bucking, the pleasure sharp and electric. He slid two fingers inside me, curling them, pumping slowly, his thumb still working my clit. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he said roughly with his eyes locked on my face. “Love how you feel.” I gripped his shoulders, riding his fingers, my boobs bouncing slightly. “Nick I need your cock,” I begged, my voice shaking, my pussy clenching around his fingers.

"And I've barely touched you." I arched into his touch, a desperate sound escaping my throat. His thumb circled my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I was already close, already teetering on the edge just from his kiss and his touch. "Please," I gasped. "Please what?" His voice was rough with desire. "Please touch you? Please taste you? Please fuck you until you can't remember your own name?" "All of it," I moaned. "Everything."