Talk To Me Tenderly Novels & Stories

The soft light illuminated the room, and his handsome face. He adjusted his body, his leg stretched forward, his back resting against the headboard. He pulled me closer to him, his arm snaking around my waist, and started stroking my hair, his touch a familiar comfort. "You want to talk to me? I'm listening," he said, his voice gentle and encouraging. "Why are you hesitating? No matter what it is, you know I'll listen. I won't get mad and act out like I do with my men, if that's what you think, so please talk to me. I love when you do that."

Each tender touch ѕеnt ѕhіvеrѕ thrоugh mу body. Thе gentle, rосkіng mоtіоn ѕlоwlу hypnotised me. I curled uр tіght аgаіnѕt hіm аnd lау brеаthіng him іn, juѕt staring uр at the stars.

"You weren't so bold yesterday, were you?" "Ahhh..." I moaned. "Tell me exactly what you want," he said. "Talk to me, girl." "I want... I want you to fill me," I sobbed. My knees were shaking so hard I could barely stand. He moved his hand into my wetness. He was slow and careful. He slid one finger in, then two, stretching me open gently. I let out a long, shaky moan that filled the tiny room. "See?" he rasped. "I can be gentle if you ask nicely."

"Don't get all high and mighty about this, Greg. I've got to lose it sometime, alright? And I want it to be you. Only ever you." Only ever me. Are those angels singing high ahead, or is that just my frazzled brain? "I've got you, honey." My thumb starts moving again, up and down. Up and down. Sinking and sliding through her slick, warm folds. "We'll go slow. I'll be gentle." Tessa's smile is so soft. So trusting. "I know you will."

The tender words he spoke earlier lingered in the air, intertwining with the rhythm of our hearts. With a hint of anticipation in his voice, Roman reached out to me, his fingers gently intertwining with mine. The touch sent shivers down my spine, igniting a spark of longing deep within me. In that moment, words seemed inadequate, unable to capture the depth of our emotions. We spoke a language of touch, of subtle gestures and stolen glances that spoke volumes.

Instead, slowly, she relaxes, melting into me as the tension dissipates, her soft curves molding to the hard planes of my body like she was made to fit there, like we were two halves of a whole, finally reunited. I run my fingers through her hair, marveling at the silky strands that slip through my fingers like water, savoring the warmth of her scalp beneath my fingertips as I massage gentle circles, trying to pour all my love, all my adoration, into the simple touch as though it’ll fix us. We sit this way for a while, the silence heavy but not uncomfortable, both of us lost in the bittersweet ache of a moment that feels both precious and fleeting. Finally, I speak, my voice low and rough, t

she demanded. “Yes it would have.” Gendry said without missing a beat. “I would've tried to make this more...more special for you.” The way he said it, with so much tenderness in his eyes unsettled Tessa greatly. It did something to her chest, and Tessa hated it. She tried her best to keep her expression frustrated. “Have you forgotten one of the rules so soon? No talking about emotions or feelings or any of that bullshit. This is just sex, so just fuck me and get it over and done with, will you?”

"Please, just... stop." Both men fell silent, but their eyes still remained locked in a silent battle. I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. Finally, I summoned the courage to look at my best friend and talk to him in a calm, soothing tone. "Tin-tin, please, I know you're hurt and confused. But you trust me, right? I know I owe you an explanation, but this isn't the time or place. Can we please talk about this later, in private? Pretty please?”

“Are you threatening me?” His voice remained gentle. “Baby, I just want someone to talk to.” Something about his tone made my heart soften. I sighed. “Fine. I’ll sit with you for a while.” “Not sit. You’re coming into the hot spring with me.” His voice held a teasing lilt. “No.” I folded my arms. He stepped closer, brushing his lips against mine as he spoke in a coaxing whisper. “Baby, I won’t do anything. I just want company, that’s all.”

her finger froze over the screen. Then she heard his voice again—low, deep, and impossibly tender. “I miss you. So much.”