Touch And Feel Novels & Stories

I felt the heat of his touch directly on my soft belly after he boldly pulled up my shirt. He ran his fingers up and down the plain of my stomach as I moaned. It tickled a little, but it felt so good for him to touch me like this. His touches felt gentle and relaxing. He was taking thing slowly and although it wasn’t like him, I found his change in pace intriguing and pleasurable.

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.

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….

I can't help but moan his name because of the sensation I'm feeling right now. "Fuck baby, that's it. Moan my name," he huskily said before taking a bite of the other one while massaging the one he took earlier with one hand. I don't know where to turn my head because I feel so good. "J-Jake, Ohhhh!" I screamed when he suddenly inserted his two fingers into me and quickly took them out while his mouth and hands continued to pleasure my breasts. I caught my breath when he stopped inserting his finger and removed it. "Why did you stop?" frustration is now visible in my voice.

I felt goosebumps in the area where his fingertips accidentally touched me. Moving his fingers in a quick motion, he untied my gown and I moaned even louder. His fingers pulled the cloth down, revealing my chest, and touched my hardened bud. I cried with the sensational touch. It felt like my body was longing for this touch since inception. It was threatening and exciting in different ways. I didn't know if it was velina or the genuine feeling. But, whatever it was, it was strong enough to make me beg for more, make me easy to be controlled by him.

But the moment my fingers make contact with his skin, my thoughts scatter. His arm is solid beneath my touch, the muscles firm and warm under my palm. My hand hesitates, my breath catching in my throat as my fingers unconsciously brush over the curve of his bicep. The smoothness of his skin contrasts with the strength beneath it, and I can feel every ridge, every subtle movement as I press my fingertips against him. I know I should stop—I should wake him up and demand answers. But I’m distracted, captivated by the simple act of touching him. The sparks I always feel around him seem to intensify now, humming faintly against my fingertips and spreading up my arm.