Plese Touch Me Novels & Stories

"P-please... I want to... I want to touch you too." Zheme shook his head, thumb flicking the rigid peak of her breast as his tongue slid down her chest. His hot mouth replaced his finger, his tongue expertly circling her nipple drawing moan after moan from her lips. "Ple-ase..." She moaned out and Zheme leaned back to lustfully stare at her. "Please for what?" Lexie swallowed, legs trembling as her desire strived to overcome her. "Please can I touch you?" Zheme sighed, hands leaving her body to drop by his sides. "Why are you so adamant to touch me today?"

"I want you to put your hands between your legs, into your panties... touch yourself." My palms turn clammy, and it takes a little motion from me for my phone not to fall out of my hand. "W...what?" I stutter. "Touch yourself!"

“Yes… You can touch me again.” He peeks at my lip playfully after hearing my response, and I almost want to smile because it feels like I’ve overcome a difficult obstacle. All this made me breathless like I’ve run a marathon. Is this how you should feel when having sex with someone you love? Everything Elliot has done so far has no words that I can describe, and it might not even make sense if I tried, but all of this is just the beginning. I want him, and he wants me. It sounds so childish, but it gives me these butterflies in my stomach, and I know he feels the same way. He’s touched every inch of me because going further and it would be odd for others if they heard that it was the best fe

"T-touch me. Do it. Please." I pinch her nipple. Gardenia arches her back, groaning low in her throat, and then I'm cupping her breast, kneading it and weighing it in my palm. Fuck. One touch won't be enough. One taste won't be enough. Any foolish notion I had that this could happen just once, that we could simply get it out of our systems–it melts away into the heated air.

I threw my head backwards as my sweat stick some part of my hair to my face “Please” spank “What” spank “Please, please touch me” His freedom my hand and suddenly wrapped his hand around my throat, turning my head to stare at him backwards, “Are you going to allow another man to touch you again?” “No, no, no I promise” “Good girl, not even yourself, you're not allowed to do so, only me has the right to touch this body cause you know why…..you belong to me”

Touch yourself for me. Slide your fingers between your legs and feel how fucking soaked you are. Feel the slick, slippery heat coating your fingertips as you stroke your swollen clit in slow circles. That little jolt of pleasure when you press harder… that’s me. That deep, aching throb inside your pussy when you push two fingers in… that’s me owning you from afar, even though I’m not physically there.

I wish I was there to lick you off. BESTIE : Okay, touch yourself baby. Me : Okay. BESTIE : Are you touching yourself? ME: Yes. BESTIE: Good girl. BESTIE: Tell me what you're feeling. ME: Wet. ME: So wet for you. BESTIE: Where are you touching? ME: Just… outside. ME: Circling. BESTIE: Slower or faster? ME: Slow. ME: Like you do. BESTIE: I love the way you feel when you're slow. The way you arch into my hand. The way you beg for more.

“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?”

"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.

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.