Talk To Me Tenderly 소설 & 이야기

A tenderness I never thought he could have. "Are you okay?" His voice was gentle, his thumb brushing away the tears I didn't even realize had fallen. He softly tucked my hair to my ear, his knuckles brushing my cheek with a tenderness that sent warmth spreading through me. I nodded, too overwhelmed to even speak. Nicholas passed me a glass of water, and I drank it slowly, my hands still trembling as I wrapped them around the cup.

Wrappin' my arms around 'er from behind, I pull 'er close, leanin’ my head against 'ers. “Talk to me, Tiny Demon,” I whisper against 'er ear. “You don’t have to face it alone.”

"Your calls work. I trust them. Trust this night too. Come closer." He moved nearer on the couch. "Closer feels safe. Team weight eases when I talk it out. You always know what to say back." "Know because I see you," I told him. "Strong on ice. Strong here. Kiss me slow. No rush." Kade kissed me gentle. "Slow and real. No toxicity tonight. Just comfort. You need it after suspension." "Need it with you," I answered. "Tell me more team stories. Keep words flowing."

That made it easier for him to do whatever he wanted with my body. He held my waist with one hand and touched my face with the other. “Babe, I missed you...” He kissed me gently as his hand slid down my neck. I shuddered and quickly pushed him away. “What are you doing? We’re in the dorm! My friends are still here!” As soon as I said that, my friends turned away and pretended not to see anything. This only made Austin more eager. “What’s wrong with that? You’re my baby...”

He took a step back, giving me some space, and I could feel the tension easing from the air around us. My throat tightened as I searched for the right words. “I care about you Todd. You’re my best friend and after how I had acted and behaved, I didn’t want you to suffer. Not for me.” I whispered. My voice wavered as tears formed in my eyes. Todd’s face softened, his own eyes glistening with emotion. “Did you ask for him to talk to me?” he asked, his voice trembling. I shook my head, feeling a flicker of hope in my heart. “No, I never even considered it.” I give him a small smile and he opens his arms to me. I beam, brushing back my tears as I walk towards him and pull him into a hug. We stan

Her eyes fluttered as she tried to speak but stopped, the words caught in her throat. "Talk to me or I will stop," I coaxed, a low hiss escaping my lips as she dug her fingers into my back. Her touch, firm and insistent, felt so good against my skin, igniting a fire within me. "No.., umm but..," she hesitated, her nails digging into my back as I maintained a steady rhythm, grinding against her slowly. The friction, the heat, was almost too much to bear. "You're perfect, Mini. Don't think so much because I will love you at the end of the day no matter what," I reassured her, my breaths coming out heavily with the intensity of the moment.

I was already warm from anticipation—the hint of leather in the air, the Red Room humming on the other side of the wall—but this was the part I’d grown to appreciate as much as the ropes and blindfolds: the careful, deliberate talk that made everything else possible. “Alright,” I said, tucking a stray curl behind my ear. “Parachutes. What do you want to know?” “Not what I want,” he corrected gently. “What you need.” His gaze searched my face, attentive, unblinking. “Aftercare. Tonight’s likely to be deeper. More denial, some restraint. If you drift into subspace, how should I bring you back? What touch helps? What words help? What doesn’t?” I took a breath, surprised by how quickly answers r

“Trust me. Let me help. I know you, Jandro… better than you think.” His breath hitches, barely audible. Then, with a subtle movement, he leans just enough into me, the barest hint of surrender, letting me explore the edges of that pent-up desire. I tease, whisper, brush, and coax, letting my mouth do what my hands cannot. I feel him soften beneath my touch, the tension unraveling in tiny, torturous waves that leave both of us burning.

“Sounds good.” He turned off the shower, grabbed a towel from the hook right next to the sliding glass door. Tenderly, as if she was made of porcelain, as if she was the most precious thing he’d ever touched, he toweled her off, being especially gentle between her legs. Tessa stood still, her body loose and almost boneless under his ministrations.

But I wanted this so much - I wanted to feel him inside me. "Tell me if it's uncomfortable, okay?" He spoke tenderly while running his member along my entire intimacy, and I widened my eyes at him while feeling my body tingle. "Easy, I hope it won't be, but I know I'm big and I don't want you to feel pain. We'll go slowly." I closed my eyes and prepared myself. "Open your eyes, my sweet!" His requests were irresistible to me. I opened my eyes, and he locked me in his gaze.