Slipping Through My Fingers Novels & Stories

I need it so bad I can’t even get a full breath of air. I reach down and push my skirt higher, my hands fumbling with the leather. My fingers are trembling as I slide my panties to the side. My skin feels so sensitive that even the light touch makes me jump. The second my fingers touch my center, I let out a long, broken moan that turns into a sob. I’m a mess. I’m so wet that my fingers slide easily over my swollen, aching lips.

I said more to myself than anything. I wasn’t falling again, not tonight. I continued step by step until finally my fingers brushed against a corner. I turned my head slightly to see it was another window. Hope flickered in my chest. “Please,” I whispered softly. I adjusted my stance, shifting my weight carefully as one hand moved to test it. The frame creaked slightly as I pushed. My breath caught but it didn’t open fully. “Come on…” I pushed harder and the window gave slightly more this time. I slid my fingers into the gap, pulling gently, easing it open further until there was space to enter.

His eyes held mine, demanding an unbroken connection as he continued, "Keep your focus on me as I fuck you with my fingers." His words sent a shiver through me, a mix of anticipation and trepidation. It seemed nearly implausible, as I was already stretched by the presence of his two robust fingers. I yearned to ask him a question, to inquire about the feasibility of this endeavor, but time slipped away as his intention came to fruition. Another digit was introduced within me, accompanied by a momentary pang of discomfort. However, he skillfully manipulated his fingers, orchestrating a dance that transformed the initial discomfort into a crescendo of pleasure.

He mutters as he slips my panties to the side, and I gasp when he thrusts two fingers inside my pussy. "Hmm," James groans as he holds my gaze, his fingers slipping in and out of me, and cries of his name leave my lips as I begin to rock against his fingers. He chuckles, "Such a naughty little girl." His eyes roam across mine as he adds, "My naughty little girl." His whisper of the words sends a warm sensation through me, mixed with the feeling of ecstasy that his fingers give me, and I feel my high near as pleasure overwhelms my body.

Deangelo. I woke up and saw the gentle sunlight streaming through the curtains. The dream I had just had slipped away, leaving me with a lingering feeling that something important had happened. I felt frustrated as I tried to remember the details, but they kept slipping away like puzzle pieces that didn't quite fit. I sat up in bed, the sheets gathered around me, and let my mind wander through the maze of my thoughts. Images flashed in my mind, like quick glimpses of a forgotten past, but they were elusive, slipping away before I could grasp them.

Slowly, my fingers trailed underneath my skirt and into my clit. My lips pursed as my finger slowly flicked the nub. My body arched as I nearly shrieked. Oh Hati, even just with my fingers, I felt like releasing my seeds! My eyes shut as my fingers started playing the bundle of nerves. I surpressed my moans by biting my lower lip yet I couldn't stop mewling sounds released from my throat. But oh Hati, the feeling of my finger dampened by its wet nub felt…heavenly.

I want to savor the moment with him. I continue to work my t*ts alternating between the two. I start to work myself back to the edge and as I get closer, Reece whispers “Add another finger.” I almost came right then. I slide another finger in and can’t hold back the little noises that come from my mouth. I start to work faster and I can hear the sounds of my juices on my fingers.

Sliding my fingers over the screen, I tried forgetting his hands on my body and his heart beating against mine. Like that was ever going to happen.

“What interesting kinds?” “The same kinds like the works things you have.” “It sounds complicated.” “It sounds like all things that are things are complicated.” “Do you know what else is complicated?” “Please don't let it be another thing.” “My fingers sliding into my panties.” “I hope you in the fucking bathroom.” “I am running my fingers through my smooth lips, they are wet and so soft, I can feel every bit of my tender skin.” “Ava? Are you in the bathroom?” “They are aching for you to touch them.”

The day passes like a blink and it feels like time is sand in my fingertips, that I can’t stop from filtering away no matter how hard I try. Clinging on with anxious determination, yet it slips right through. Like an awful countdown to something I don’t want but can’t run from, and I know this is inevitable and everything before was leading us back to this moment.