The Chocolate Touch Novels & Stories

Something I had been impatiently waiting for her to do. I really felt bad for punching her cute little throbbing clitoris. Not that I wanted to. I was so drowned in the oceans of my deep dark thoughts, I did not realise when I pinched her so hard that she screamed loudly. I had to do something to make it right. And in a moment like that, I had nothing else to do but to show some more love for her beautiful little clitoris. She was technically so stunning not just from outside, but from inside as well. I had seen pink nipples all my life. But I had never tasted a chocolate brown nipple. And to be honest, it was more delicious than the chocolate brownie. And I was obsessed with chocolate brown

I told him, keeping my head on his chest, still hugging him. He hugged me back, keeping both his hands on my back, rubbing it. It feels nice whenever he touches me. His touch soothes my heart. I don't know what to call this feeling, but I know I have started to like him. “Does it mean from now onwards, you are going to listen to everything I say?” His husky voice reached my ear and I looked up from his chest, our lips just an inch away.

That got my eyes slowly dimming at his touch with my body moving to his rhythm. His finger came down to my shirt, slowly unbuttoning them one at a time. "Don't you have a meeting to attend to?" I asked, gradually drifting into his charm. When he unhooked the fourth button, i felt his hand going under my top, reaching for my right boob. His hand came around it, giving a gentle squeeze, causing my body to sway at his touch. "The meeting can wait." His lips came down on my neck with kisses, trailing my skin with his tempting and Icy touch.

He smirks, tracing his thumb along my lips. I shudder when his smooth palm makes contact with my thigh, sliding up. "W….what are you doing?" My lips tremble as the question slips out. The way my skin burns at his touch is strange and the burning sensation that feels within me causes more confusion. Why am I vulnerable to his touch? "I can smell the rejection all over you." He sniffs as he kisses my nape and a moan leaves my mouth before I can control it. The heat intensifies and my wolf's thuds are relentless.

faded. Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging gently, making me groan against her lips. I traced down her spine with slow, possessive touches, and she shivered into me, leaning into the feeling of being wanted, being challenged. Her hands wandered to my chest, gripping the fabric, feeling the strength beneath, and she whispered against my lips, "Do not quit.”

When his fingers dipped into my underwear, I grit my teeth. “You’re so wet, Nova,” he said softly, lips and nose pressed into my neck. Damian was the one touching me, but he sounded just as affected as I was. His finger slipped past my clit, finding my hole where he spread my arousal around. I peered down, seeing his tattooed hand disappearing into my lacy underwear. I smirked—I liked how that looked. The tip of his finger dipped into my hole, feeling me just for a second and I heard him groan.

I closed my eyes. I hated how good it felt. His palms worked down to my lower back, then my thighs. My body melted under him. My mind didn’t. He leaned close. “Better?” I nodded, too dazed to answer out loud. He broke a piece of the chocolate and pressed it gently to my lips. I opened my mouth, let the taste melt on my tongue, dark, bittersweet, spiced with something I couldn’t name. He let his fingers linger just a second longer at the corner of my mouth.

He was listening to Kate talk about something that happened at school, nodding occasionally, the picture of parental attention. Carol's fingers slipped beneath the elastic of her panties. The first touch against her bare skin made her bite the inside of her cheek to keep from gasping. She was so wet, so ready, just from sitting next to him. Her fingers found her clit, already swollen and sensitive, and she began to rub in slow, careful circles.

The kiss got hot, nearly desperate. "Mmm. Nico." I groaned, inhaling sharply as his hand gripped my left breast. My body seemed to be on fire. Warm and seductive, his lips went down my neck. He murmured against my skin, "You taste so sweet. Do you want me to stop?" He asked, but his hand is still on my boobs. Between my thighs, a wave of heat gathered as his fingers skimmed over my nipples. Ah... Nico. No.. please continue, it feels... so good, I murmured while gasping. I did not even realize my clothes vanished away and left me in nothing but my bare, flimsy panties.

Clinton’s hands moved to Jensen’s ribs, fingertips tracing lazy patterns that slowly grew more possessive, more demanding. One hand slipped down Jensen’s side, dipping beneath the waterline, and Jensen gasped as fingers found the sensitive curve of his hip bone. Clinton’s touch was light but deliberate, teasing, exploring, as if memorizing every contour of Jensen’s body. Then, without warning, his fingers slid lower, cupping Jensen’s hardness through the water, thumb pressing gentle circles on the swollen head. Jensen arched back into the touch, hips pushing forward as the waves of pleasure built, every nerve ending alight with sensation. The water rippled and splashed with the force of thei