Plese Touch Me Novels & Stories

Ace seems to enjoy the sparks erupting at our touch as much as his wolf and I wait just until the sparks start stinging to move my hand back away. “Maybe we can try to breed the first offspring without you touching me. I seem to be able to touch you,” I offer, getting him to crack up. “You are insane. Do you want to torture me? How do you expect me to fuck you without touching you? I wouldn’t stand the chance as my fingers are itching to touch you now, imagine if I am inside you.” He leans closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. “It’s unbearable if I can’t grab you to hold you firmly to be connected with you as much as possible. I want you all over me, every inch of our skins should be touc

I can't sleep and this is the reason why. Breathing quietly to myself, I pull my negligee up until the material bunches up at my hips. And then, I slowly slide down my panties, until they reach my feet. Oh my, now that I'm free down there, my desire is amplified. What I wouldn't give for a large, masculine hand to touch me all over

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.

"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"

“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.

“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!”

I slowly entered him, burying myself to the depth of his heat that had him crying tears in pleasure and pain as I growled loudly in the loved heat. I pounded into Sora hard, fast and mercilessly as he moaned, cried, shuddered, gasped and screamed because his abused prostrate was given no pause or relent just satisfied treatment. "Touch yourself." I growled as Sora who was submissive to his alpha nodded and stroked himself sloppily. "Faster!" I growled as he used both hands, increasing his unsteady sloppy strokes as he desperate cries excited me. "Alpha please... going to cum." Sora desperately pleaded as he stroked himself, his eyes rolling, lips trembling and back arching.

To find out more, Alex stayed there longer. *** The woman grunted several times as someone else did not answer her phone. She continued to grumble. Even so, her attention was slightly distracted when the baby in her arms gave her a cute look. Tamara-the woman, smiled. "You wanted to talk to me, huh?" Tamara was occasionally heard talking to the baby. When she had enough, she placed the baby on a chair. Leaving her free to do whatever she wanted. At that moment, Tamara tried to contact Jeffry again. It was her fourth call, and finally, her phone was answered. Tamara immediately grumbled.

The cool air made me shiver, but my body was already burning. My fingers pinched, tugged, rolled - and I moaned softly, arching into my own touch. That’s it. Let yourself go. Touch yourself like I would. My hand trembled as it drifted lower, tracing down my stomach, over the curve of my hips. “Please…” I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for. Say it louder. “Please.” Good girl. My thighs parted slowly, nervously. My fingers brushed over my panties, and I gasped at how damp they already were.

My touch was gentle yet firm, knowing exactly how to push him over the edge and into a state of pure bliss. “Please...” Henry pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper, his body trembling with anticipation. With a mischievous smile, I whispered back, “Tell me exactly what you want, and I’ll make it happen.” I teased him slowly, savoring every moment of his vulnerability and desire. My hand fisted on his length, but not giving him what he craved just yet.