Romans & histoires Touch: A Novel

he mumbled against my lips as his hands worked on my body, smooching my boobs through my dress. His lips left mine to trail down my throat, I gasped, arching into him. His hands slid lower, gripping my hips, pulling me against his body. My body betrayed me as a moan escaped my lips when his hands slid underneath my dress. I bite down on my lips, hating the way my body responded to his touch. Hated that I was enjoying this. “Fuck, Sol…” he rasped, his voice rough from being drunk and with lust as his fingers thrust into my wet folds. “Do you see how you respond to my fucking touch? It's crazy.”

And just like that, the walls between them cracked a little more. The following days passed quietly, but something between them had changed. She didn’t talk about the man from the marketplace, and Adrian didn’t ask. But she stayed closer than before. And he let her. One evening, as they sat outside beneath the vast, star-filled sky, she hesitated before reaching out—hesitantly, cautiously—and placed her hand over his. Adrian froze. His body tensed at the unfamiliar warmth of her touch. He wasn’t used to this. Wasn’t used to people touching him without cruelty, without expectation.

He takes the plate, muttering something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like, “We’ll see.” We sit at the table, and for a few blissful seconds, there’s only the sound of forks scraping against plates. But of course, I can’t leave well enough alone. “So,” I say between bites, “about this no touching rule…” He groans. “Not this again.” “I’m just saying—it’s a little dramatic, don’t you think? We’re adults. We can survive the occasional accidental brush of the arm.” “It’s not dramatic,” he says flatly. “It’s simple. No touching means no lines get crossed.”

Could he not watch where he was going? Ignoring him, she bent to retrieve the contents of her purse scattered on the floor. “Here let me help with that” The man said, bending to pick up a pen, just about the same time Yvonne was going to reach for it and their fingers touched. Yvonne froze, her hand suspended midair. At his touch, a slam of shock, almost like electricity, hit her so hard she trembled at the impact, and her wolf howled loudly in her head in joy.

He tried to tap the books in front of him to stop his emotions, he is fluttered again. "C-Clark, did you saw that? You touched the book. Ben! He touched the book. Do it again, Clark. Do it again.'' Sashi said with so much excitement. Ben looked back to her when he heard Sashi scream. He thought there is something wrong so he came back.. "Do it again Clark." Sashi said and when Clark tried to lift the notebook, Ben saw it on his two eyes. It moves. "Damn, you did it." Sashi said with so much happiness.

Tolani also embraced Bisola as well, they both have each other back always, so there is nothing like secret between them, already Bisola knew that she was going to be Tolani Bride maids, and Tolani will also be hers as well when the time came. “He asked of you.” Tolani said and disengaged from Bisola embrace. “I told him that we lived together, so he sent me some gift for you.” “Off course, unless it’s not the Victor I always knew.” Bisola said in a smug tone. “So when I was dropping the gift in your room, I saw this unusual stuff there, and I keep wondering how it got in there.” Tolani said, her expression was undefined. At first Bisola don’t understand Tolani, but then her mind go back to

I felt like Alice in Wonderland as I sauntered into the middle of the hall with Lola right beside me, my girl who lived for moments like this, smiling from ear to ear. “Oya oh, madam, hand over your phone”. I was expelled from my admiration high by Lola’s intrusive demand. “Why?” I shot back in the same commanding tone she’d used. “Because I know you, Ajuri Daniels. You’re going to start reading a novel whenever you have the chance”.

It gave me just a sliver of time to put my hand between our lips and stop him from kissing me. I shoved him back. “What are you doing? You don’t just kiss a girl out of nowhere like that!” I heard the back door slam open, and the deck started to shake. A fist was flying by my face before I could register what was going on. I watched in horror as Aiden smashed his fist into Noah’s face.

He couldn't resist touching her, he found her skin so soft under his touch and traced lines on her waist. He could see her struggling to resist his touch but her body betrayed her, she found herself leaning back for him. His hand wandered up and down her back as she bit down on her lips so as not to remove any sound. She wanted to remain strong and remain in control. She couldn't let him know that she was affected by his touch but the more he gave his attention to her back alone, the more she yearned for him to touch her front too. She wanted his hands everywhere in her body driving her out of her senses.

I said,my voice firm. She nods, her hands on her thighs for balance. I watch her face tighten with effort. A second passes, Then I hear the first trickle. Warm golden piss hits my chest, Splashing against my skin. It's hot, like liquid heat spreading out. The stream is stronger, hitting me right in the center of my chest. running down in rivulets over my nipples and stomach. The smell hits me—sharp, musky, all her. I love it. My chest gets soaked fast.