Quý Cô Khó Gần Novels & Stories

“So, do you want to tell me now?” My lower lip trembles as I stare up at my friend, the disappointment on her pretty face growing as it becomes clear to both of us I cannot do what she asks. I don’t even know what’s wrong with me, I want to let her in, I just can’t figure out how to find the words. “I’m sorry, Kiera.” I murmur, “It’s not you… it’s me. I guess I just don’t know how to be close to people.”

She probably doesn’t give a shit about what keeps me up at night. “Well, now I can share the burden,” I look deep into her eyes. “Don’t be so sure, Magnus,” she narrows them. “I don’t plan on staying here long.” “Is that so, little girl?” I move even closer, her body almost touching mine. She swallows again and her look drifts over my chest. She is struggling and I am high on her confusion. Many women have wanted to be this close to me. And the one I want close is fighting me.

Gaze soft and almost mesmerized. We’re closer than I realized. Too close. So close our lips are barely a breath apart.

This sofa is extra soft, so I have no difficulty sitting down. I feel a little awkward being so close to Gaga, but she's still the one who brought me to the lush sofa. If not for her overly exaggerated closeness, I wouldn't be able to sit easily like this. “You cannot leave your makeup set without your assistants being on guard. We don't want anyone to disfigure this beautiful face….” What the heck! She's just touching my cheeks as if I'm an item on display. Does this woman have a mental problem, or does she just not understand boundaries?

She finally managed to skip ahead, but her hands were shaking "It's inappropriate." "Why? We're both adults." "This is different." "How?" She didn't answer, but I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she was gripping the remote like it was the only thíng keeping her grounded. I shifted closer, closing the distance between us on the couch. "You're getting affected," I said, my voice low and teasing. "I am not." "You are," I moved even closer, and she didn't pull away, "Your face is red, Your breathing's faster, You keep squeezing your thighs together "

It will make our marking and mating night easier and more comfortable for her. I’ll have to slowly work on her letting me near her neck too. I know last night scared her, so we’ll take it slow and get her comfortable with me touching her…everywhere. The thought is doing nothing to help my growing problem. I’m so hard it’s almost painful and impossible to hide in my loose-fitting clothes. When she’s dressed, I stand where I am. “Are you coming with me?” She asks me.

she demanded, sounding petulant. “Someone’s in a hurry,” I teased. “Going somewhere, baby?” I added, and she rolled her eyes and pouted her lips. “I’m kidding, okay?” I cooed. Intimacy became a struggle for us since her stomach started expanding like a balloon. Either we had to do it on fours, in a sitting position, or from behind so as not to put pressure on the babies.

My nipples harden and ache, but not as much as my cunt because that’s where his eyes are zeroed on. I take a long breath before I slowly sink my fingers between my folds, watching his expression. I’m suddenly transported to the first night we met. He had asked me back then to touch myself in his car that night and he had watched me. But today I can’t seem to do it, even when I twist my clit and roll my hips. I think it’s because he’s there and he’s watching with his jaw set in a line. Although I want him to watch me, to see me, to want me and then fuck me hard like I know he would. So why can’t I do it? What’s wrong?

The two were dumbfounded. “Do you have someone in mind? We can grab him for you, you know?” Chanu answered seriously. “That’s the problem,” she groaned. “I don’t see anyone I can even get close with. How much more to have sex with?” She raised her hands in hopelessness. “Have you guys done it? Tell me, what do I do?” They have been together close and inseparable, but they have never come to a point discussing such matters about sex. It did not pop out, nor did it appear necessary to be discussed.

I said. "I know how it sounds," she said. "Tell me what it feels like," I said. She turned toward me. "Like when you are very close to something but not quite touching it," she said. "Like the distance between almost and actually. The bond at night feels." She stopped. "It feels like it wants to close that distance."