The Way I Want To Touch You Novels & Stories

“Tell me what you want.” “You. I want you.” “You have me.” Another slow circle that made my hips buck. “But I want to hear you say exactly what you want me to do.” I couldn’t think straight enough to be embarrassed. “Touch me. Please just touch me.” “I am touching you.” “More—” Two fingers slid inside me and I cried out and didn’t care that the driver was right there. “Like this?” He curled them and hit a spot that made me see stars. “Is this what you wanted?”

"W-what do you want more than anything?" She'd gotten close enough that they were just a breath away from each other, and because she couldn't handle it anymore, she reached out, touching his neck the way he'd touched hers in Southern Delights, forcing his eyes to meet hers. "I want you. I want you to touch me. I want you to give me the orgasm I'm so good at giving myself." "I'm goin' to hell," she heard the whisper seconds before he curled one hand behind her neck and curled the other around her hip, pulling her so that their two bodies might as well have been one.

"O what you it needs? Say- me O what you he wants." I breathed bottom It is closed you eyes. He you knew O what I I wanted. He really I would go me to do to say that in loud voice ? “Touch me, Vidar,” I begged. “Please, I need you to touch me.” “I’m touching you, baby.” Your hands smoothed my hips what they were exposed for the my skirt coiled now around my waist. Sparks if followed. "You are going to have what be more specific.” That one son of the bitch.

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Gideon’s hands slid under the camisole, lifting it over my head, while Matt’s lips trailed down my neck, his breath hot against my skin. We moved to the bed, a tangle of limbs and heat. It was overwhelming, but in the best way—like every part of me was being seen, touched, wanted. Gideon’s playfulness came through in the way he teased, his fingers light but deliberate, while Matt was all intensity, his touch firm, grounding.

She watched him give her right to strangers time and again until she forced herself to bury her desires. But with Bastian planting fervent kisses all over her neck, Amy felt shivers up her spine. She forgot her hatred, her anger, and resentment for Bastian as she shook like a leaf in his arms and allowed him access to her body. As her p**sy became wet, she began to gasp for air while Bastian slipped the light fabric down her body, exposing her full and juicy breasts to his hungry eyes. He ran his palms over her breasts and Amy closed her eyes as she felt a wave of electricity shoot through her body

The sensation of both of them touching me at once sent heat rushing through my body. “You are so beautiful,” Julian whispered against my ear. “So responsive.” Marcus sucked harder on my breast while his hand slid between my legs. He rubbed my clit in slow circles. I moaned despite myself. My body was betraying me again. Even after everything, it still wanted them. David’s voice came from the chair, calm and controlled. “Do not hold back, Clara. Let them please you.” Julian turned me around and kissed me deeply. His tongue moved against mine while Marcus pressed against my back, kissing my neck. Their hands were everywhere. Squeezing my breasts. Rubbing between my legs. Sliding over my ass. I

“Touch yourself, baby.” What? “Spread your legs. Rub your clit. I want to watch you finger fuck yourself with my cock in your mouth.”