Slipping Through My Fingers Novels & Stories

I reached for the handle and opened the door, the space welcomed me with its usual stillness. I stumbled in, shutting the door behind me, I reached for the lock but missed, my fingers slipped once, then again. I tried to focus, click the lock I told myself, just click it. My hand hovered over the lock, but my fingers were slow and clumsy. I pressed it down, hoping it held. I leaned against the door for a moment, closing my eyes. My head throbbed, the dizziness swelled and dipped like waves rolling beneath my skin. I moved toward the bed, pulling at the straps of my heels, one slipped off, then the other.

I want to beg, to plead, but I only moan, and then, like rain on the desert, I feel the relief of your fingers slipping into my wet warmth, caressing me. Your fingers tease, gliding up and down, running over my dripping pussy, across my throbbing clit. I gasp in pleasure. I throw my head back, let my hips begin to rock in time with your fingers. My hips lift as your fingers slide inside of me, curling back, finding my sensitive g-spot, causing me to gasp and shudder.

I stuck my tongue out and tried to reach for the drop I could feel cascading down my cheek, but it wasn’t accessible. My fingers began to slip, the cold, damp surface offering little grip as panic surged through me. In an instant, I lost my footing completely, leaving only my desperate fingers to cling to the edge—my only barrier between life and the churning abyss below. “Cassie, I can’t! I’m falling!” I called out, my voice trembling.

Her fingers thread through my hair, pushing me deeper between her legs, her hips rolling around me, riding my fingers. I thrust deeper, faster, making her scream louder. Her walls clench around my fingers, her arousal dripping down my fingers. She comes with a choked cry, her entire body shuddering as she pulses around my fingers, begging for more. I go slower, swallowing every drop of her orgasm. When her body starts to relax, I pick up the pace, working my fingers inside her while she whimpers repeatedly, begging me to let her come again. She's completely dazed now, riding my fingers with a slow, punishing pace.

When I see Reese Chapman again, it is exactly three years after I sever our mate bond. It is also the third year since I completely seal my wolf and hide at the edge of the Shadow pack territory, living as an insignificant healer. Tonight, the air in the clinic feels heavy and icy under his overwhelming aura. He carries a lightly injured female companion in his arms and forcibly takes over the best VIP ward in the clinic. During my shift, he summons me three times through his guards. The first time, he coldly orders, "There are wolfsbane fragments on the bedsheets. Change them." I send an apprentice herbalist to handle it. Two hours later, he has a nurse relay another order. "The smell

My nipples tightened as my forearm brushed against them. I slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of my underwear. The fabric was soaked. My fingers slid through wetness immediately…hot, slippery, thick. I pulled my hand back for a second and looked at my fingertips in the dim light. They were glossy, coated in my own slick, strands of it stretching between my fingers.

When I open my mouth, I am even shocked at the immense calm that accompanies my words. “How did you manage for her to slip away from your fingers? In a place where you’ve had her surrounded?” He splays his fingers to gesture. “Like a poof of air…she vanished. I can’t believe you, Je…Jay. They have been messing with that flower for years, you know what it can do.” My hands curl into a tight fist, my fingernails digging crescent ridges into my palm to hold back the scalding heat roaring through my veins.

THALIA I was going to fall. My fingers slipped against the wet stone ledge, the rain making everything slippery and far more treacherous. This was insane. This was absolutely insane. But I didn't let go. Instead, I gritted my teeth, adjusted my grip, and jumped down.

I slipped my middle finger back in her easily. "I wish you could see this view," I told her, "my cock slipping in and out, the lips of your hot little pussy clasping it and pulling out with each stroke. My finger, going in and out of that little brown hole. This is amazing." With that, I slipped my index finger in with the middle. She handled it pretty easy, with a few grunts, and after a few moments she was pushing back.

The floor seems to tilt very gently to one side and then correct itself and then tilt again. I open my mouth to say something. I don't know what. The bottle slips from my fingers. And then the floor comes up and I don't feel it when I hit it.