Touch And Feel Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

The tip of his finger dipped into my hole, feeling me just for a second and I heard him groan. “Fuck.” Without so much as a warning, a finger was plunged into me. I gasped, tensing at the sudden intrusion. But Damian was relentless, adding another finger before I could adjust to the first one. With his fingers inside me, his palm against my clit and lips on my skin, my senses were beginning to feel overwhelmed. I choked on air, letting my hips move because I wanted more.

The lines between desire and reason blurred, and I found myself succumbing to the magnetic pull he exerted over me. His fingers, long and sinewy, reached out and brushed against the fabric of my shirt. The touch was feather-light, yet electrifying. It sent a cascade of goosebumps along my skin, awakening a dormant fire within me. I gasped, unable to control the tremor that coursed through my body. His touch continued, gliding along my soft, exposed skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. I closed my eyes, unable to resist the sensations that overwhelmed me. Every nerve ending sparked to life as his fingers traced invisible patterns, setting my senses ablaze.

I answer. We float in a void that isn't empty. It is filled with galaxies of data—memories, dreams, the collective unconscious of the network. "We stayed," he says, reaching for me. "We chose," I say. He touches me. In the physical world, touch is friction. Electron repulsion. Here, touch is merger. His hand passes into my arm. Our codes intertwine. I feel his thought process. I feel his desire—not as a biological urge, but as a fundamental law of this universe. I want you.

Touch. What a delicate sense. The feeling of someone touching my body left me breathless… I couldn’t see or hear; all I could do was feel. Lips making their way down my body. Hands caressing my skin as if I were a fragile doll that could break any moment. I felt the person causing these strange feelings come up to my ear and whisper, “I want you.” The voice was deep and husky. I didn’t know who the owner was, but my body ached for whoever he was. My lips parted,

Touch piled upon touch until I was vibrating all on my own, never quite reaching too much, never quite enough to push me over the edge Jonathan was carefully constructing under me. It came slowly and planned; fingertips trailing down my arm once, grounding and warm before pulling away. Bass vibrating over skin, hard enough to feel for a moment before he pulled back. Every time my body pushed harder, he gave back in return, drawing me back down with words, or a hand, or even just the room itself.

How his touches make me feel. When I’m falling, then hitting the soft earth below, a rumble vibrates through my chest and I grip the softness of my cloud. The feel of it against my skin is cool and I welcome it. I rub my heavy breasts and moan with how good it feels. Maybe sharing a body with a human won’t be so bad after all! “Hazel,” I hear, as his warm fingers dance across my belly. “Siiiiiiimoooone,” I snap, not wanting to be confused with any other female!

I need to earn her trust back. Tears flowed down her cheeks and I wiped it away using my bare hands but it couldn't stop flowing. Hazel leaned for more of my touch and there was no doubt she was longing for my touch as much as I longed for hers….