Rubbing Back When Hugging Novels & Stories

I start rubbing his large back, sliding my palms slowly and trying to assert more pressure. "But still it's feathery…" I hear him telling me while his head falls backward and I see his eyes are closed. "Feathery, what?" I frown lightly. "Your touch." My eyes grow wide slightly and I try to push more but his hand suddenly holds on to my palm, saying, "You don't need to do it. It's really nice anyway and I'm loving it." "Oh," I continued. I rub his muscular arms, sliding down to his hands and then interlocking his fingers. He takes a sharp intake of breath and I slide my hands up to his arm and then rub his chiseled chest.

Phoenix rubs his hand along the scruff on his jaw. Is he… Nervous? Wait, can I feel his nervousness? It’s mixing with my own excited emotion and it’s very strange. I take a step closer to him, wanting to comfort him. So I throw my arms around his middle and squeeze him. When I do, I can feel his surprise. He hugs me back. Any sign of nervousness is gone. I pull back from the embrace and smile at him. His eyes sparkle with amusement. “Come on.” He grabs my hand and I walk with him from my room.

I noticed him go stiff for a moment, probably shocked that I was hugging him, before I felt him giving into the hug and wrapping his arms around my back His grip on me was tight as he buried his face in my neck. Tears clouded my eyes immediately as a stray tear dropped from my eyes. I blinked back the tears and patted Ethan's back softly. A desperate gasp escaped his lips before he exhaled deeply as we both tried to calm our racing hearts and regulate our breaths. His hands my still gripping my back, and I was still patting his back, we stood there in there unmoving and I noticed our heartbeats slowly beginning to sync, beating against each other's body in the same rhythm.

I wonder how different that will be. “John?” I questioned. “Yes, love?” he asked, rubbing at my hips. I sighed because that felt good. It felt even better when his hand slipped around and under my shirt to rub at my back. “Mmmm.” I let my eyes close, enjoying him rubbing my back. Between work and all the stress of this, I am sure I could use an appointment with a masseuse. However, they might not compare to John’s hands.

Then he turns around, "I think my back side needs a good scrubbing." I take a sponge and more soap and start at his neck, scrubbing his shoulders, working down his back to his buttocks. There I lather up more soap and start rubbing his glutes, letting my fingers probe between his butt cheeks. I rub my finger over his anus as I hear him groan. Brad turns back around, wraps his arm around me and pulls me to him, my breast pressed against his chest. We look into each others eyes, then he kisses me. At first I don't respond, then he kisses me again.

He looked down at me for a few moments before pulling me closer to him, patting my back for what felt like ages. Then what had seemed like only a small gap between our bodies turned into something bigger, warmer. Something called a hug…

“But I know I can only wish for such because you wouldn’t hug me back. Would you? I mean, you hate me, so—“ Slowly, I circled my arms around him, cutting the words from his mouth, and as my fingers splayed across his wide back, he went very still, his breath slowing to a trickle, harsher than usual. I hugged him back. I’d done it. Was there any going back from this? Moments later, as if he was just realizing what I’d done, he pulled me in closer, his fingers pressing into me in a desperate effort to hold me tighter than he already had.

She opened her hands and I made my way into them even though I was reluctant to at first because I didn't want to have body contact with her. She hugged me tightly mumbling a quiet thank you as she rested her head in my upper stomach and I eased up a little into the hug and we stayed that way for a very long time and I thought I was thinking it at first but I soon realised that I wasn't because her hands were seductively rubbing my back. My body tensed back up and I didn't know if she felt it because she kept rubbing my back and I felt her grab me by my butt hidden in my jean and I winced in response, becoming uncomfortable and confused. She pulled up and looked at me, her hands still on my

He only hugged her when she needed and wanted him, such as when she suffered from the Nick phase. But today, he hugged her because he wanted her. The peace in her arms is pleasant. She didn't say anything and hugged him back while wrapping her hands around his back, feeling like heaven. He tightened his grip around her waist while rubbing his cheek against her shoulder—she felt so good. She moved her hand on his back, feeling his broad shoulders while stroking his hair with her fingers.

Keeping his hand on both my hands which got locked into his one because of the roll- he stood back hugging me while still having the phone on the right hand. Blood rushed to my cheeks making them feel warm as I instantly got goosebumps from the sudden warmth that I got. No matter how much we hug each other, the moment he back hugs me- everything wavers in me. Even his normal hugs make me weak at my knees so what can happen when he hugs me back?