Talk To Me Tenderly Novels & Stories

she teased softly. His chuckle was low and warm. “I have to learn some of these modern terms for your sake, mate.” “There it is,” she said, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Yes, mate,” he replied, playing along. A quiet laugh slipped past her lips—light and fragile, but real. “That’s my girl,” he said, his voice a tender caress. Her muscles had begun to loosen beneath his touch, but suddenly she tensed again. “Talk to me,” he urged gently. “I felt you tense around me.”

Tanis Zaid to her slowly because she's afraid someone will hear their conversation. " I'm fine . Don't worry Tania . I will be fine ." Elina smile to the girl to comfort her . Both then turn on their communication devices.

When it came— B: you’re drunk. A small, quiet laugh slipped out of my lips. I answered at once. Me: maybeee Paused. Then— Me: but that doesn’t mean im lying I swallowed. Then leaned forward slightly, moving my fingers with more urgency now, sending them one at a time. Me: you’re… easy to talk to Me: you’re kind Me: you don’t push Me: you don’t make things hard I watched the typing bubble flicker again..Then—

“Please wait.” Prying my hands from his torso, he hunches a bit so we are at the same height. His hands lower to my shoulders. “You hurt my feelings, Gracie. You really hurt my feelings. And I’m very disappointed. I’m mad at you.” My lower lips tremble and a tear leaks to my cheek. “I don’t want to talk to you right now.” “I’m sorry.” I swipe a hand over my cheek. His thumb trails the path the lone tear creates on my cheek. “I know,” he whispers and straightens up. “But I’m still hurt. You have to learn to talk to me. It doesn’t matter what, if it bugs you, tell me.”

The soft glow of his phone screen illuminated his face, revealing the mix of emotions etched on his features. "Abigail, I'd like to see you. I want to talk to you about something important," Larry's voice, transmitted through the digital realm, carried a nuanced melody of vulnerability. The message, a plea for connection in the wake of loss, hung in the air, awaiting Abigail's response.

Up her arms, I trace the goosebumps rising on her skin, trying to pour every ounce of tenderness I have into my touch. I’ve never been gentle with anyone, but for her I want to be. I need to be. She’s my mushroom. My Rain. “Let it all out,” I continue, my voice rough around the edges but softer than I’ve ever made it for anyone. “I’ve got you. I’m right here. Let it out.” Gentle. I have to be gentle. I’ve taken her roughly before, claimed her in ways that left bruises and screams, when I let myself get carried away but now?

That realization burns. I exhale sharply, forcing myself to soften my grip. My thumb brushes against her jaw, a fleeting, almost reluctant attempt at comfort. "I need you to listen to me," I say, my voice low and firm. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’ll never hurt you.” My words seem to relax her a bit but not entirely. She softens against me, her body becoming almost pliable.

We collapsed sideways in a heap of limbs and sweat and thundering hearts. For a long time there was only the sound of air returning to our lungs. He eased out carefully, dealt with the condom, and returned with a warm cloth, cleaning me with a tenderness that made my eyes sting. Then he pulled the sheet over both of us and gathered me against his chest, my leg thrown over his hip, his palm spread wide on the small of my back. “Talk to me,” he said into my hair. “Anything. Soreness, feelings, fear, pride. Do not go quiet if the quiet is heavy.”

Was I going to get the same treatment too ? However, what really shocked me out of my socks, was when Joy spoke out of the blue. “My heart is the most tender commodity. You broke it once, you might break it again.” “Oh Joy !” I breathed out tenderly, feeling a surge of hope crawl in my own heart. The two simple words bore no trace of discomfort, just overflowed with tenderness and emotion. “I would never hurt something so precious to me,” I added as I traced my lips along her cheeks and lingered them close to her lips.

"In a few days. When you're healed. Then I'll make love to you properly. Slow and gentle. Show you it's not always rough and desperate. That it can be tender. Beautiful. Perfect." "I'd like that." "Good. Now let's get you to bed. You need rest."