The Licked Hand Novels & Stories

I opened my mouth to say something. Then I saw his hand. He raised his fingers in front of my face, slowly. They glistened under the shower light, slick and dripping with my wetness, and my brain short-circuited so completely that for a full second I just stared at them like I'd forgotten what fingers were. "Lick it." The words landed in my stomach like a dropped stone. I'm sorry what.

He lifts my arm and sniffs my hand before his thick, rough tongue slides out and licks the blood from my palm. My heart almost stops at the strange feeling his tongue evokes. After two blinks, mortification takes over and I attempt to retract my hand. He continues holding me while examining the raw flesh like I'm some unknown specimen beneath a magnifying glass. Before I have a chance to snark something profound, he licks my palm again. Heat travels through my body and I'm about to drop to my knees and rethink the boot kissing when reason returns. "Stop doing that," I snap. "Release me at once!" Apologies are the farthest thing from my mind right now. I've never dealt directly with Shadow Wa

His hands sliding down to squeeze her butt. She licked a stripe up and took his earlobe into his mouth, sucking on it gently He gasped and shuddered in pleasure before pulling away to look at her with hooded eyes. Excitement bloomed in Sera as she watched him lick his lips like he wanted to devour her. She wished he would. As if he heard her thoughts his head dipped low and his lips caught hers. He sucked on her lips like a hungry man while his hands roamed her body before settling on palming a heavy breast.

He said while licking his lower lip and I wanted to close my legs instinctively but his hand made me stop. “You are not allowed to hide from my eyes what rightfully belongs to us,” He said before tracing my nether lips with his finger and I sucked in a deep breath before nodding my head in yes. “Good girl!” With this he dipped his finger in my wetness and pulled them out. His both fingers were glistening with love juices and I looked into his eyes. A smirk appeared on his lips when he slowly put his fingers in his mouth. I gulped hard after looking at the scene. He l*cked his fingers clean and I felt like someone burned a fire in my whole body.

left his fingers there for a second, gently parting my bottom lip. I should've slapped him or at least asked what the heck he was doing. But instead, I froze. My brain stopped functioning, and my hormones apparently took over. Then he pulled his hand away like he just realized what he’d done. A sane person would’ve ended it there, right? But no. Me? I held his hand. And I licked it. I. LICKED. HIS. HAND. Who even does that? Who am I? Let’s blame it on hormones. Ovulation, to be specific. Yes. Blame the ovaries.

Each one embedded precisely into the frequency slot the lily-of-the-valley had reserved for it. She reached out and brushed her fingertip against the web of his hand. There was no callus there. The only callus on his hands was between his right index and middle fingers—worn by years of keystrokes. Its position was exactly symmetrical to the old chilblain scar on her sword-hand.

He radiated heat. He reached down and grabbed my right hand. I tried to yank it back, but his grip was an iron vice. He lifted my hand between us. I hadn't realized I was bleeding. A thin line of red ran down the side of my index finger from where I had gripped the broken crystal decanter. Killian stared at the blood. He lifted my hand to his face. He kept his dark, intense eyes locked entirely on mine as he wrapped his lips around my bleeding finger.

He shuddered like I had put a blade under his ribs. “My turn,” I said. I went down. The stone bit my knees. I opened his trousers and his cock sprang heavy into my hand, thick, veined, the head already slick. Gigantic was not a poet’s word. It was the fact of him, lycan heavy, a weight that made my jaw consider the work. I licked the underside first, base to slit, then took him as deep as I could and used my hand for what my throat could not.

He began licking her hand as soon as we shifted. He was noisy. His licking made loud, lapping noises as he drenched her hand in his saliva. “Yuck,” he whined to me. “I know,” I commiserated with him. The taste of the black skin was gross. But Slade took it like a champion. He licked and licked her hand. Much more quickly, he licked away the black. Then he turned his attention to arm. He licked it, up and down. Then her collarbone. He came to her breasts and hovered for a moment.

He snarls playfully. "No!" I squeal as his hand nears my face. When it appeared that I would not win the fight, I decided to deploy a move of my own. I grabbed his hand as it was about to make contact with my cheek, instead making his fingers come toward my mouth. I lick the cream off of them, slow and sensually, keeping eye contact with him all the while. I think my inner wolf awakening was really just my hoe awakening because I enjoyed every second of him watching me do it.