Touch And Feel Novels & Stories

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.

In this intimate act, they not only care for me but also cleanse themselves, symbolizing the profound bond we share. Afterward, they wrap me in a soft towel, their touch sending waves of pleasure through my sensitive skin. Their hands move with a delicate precision, rubbing away any remaining moisture and leaving me feeling pampered and cherished. As I revel in their tender care, soft moans of delight escape my lips, a testament to the pleasure their touch brings.

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.

I was so shocked that I grabbed my hand and shouted. "Don't touch me!" The maids quickly went to check us. "Ma'am, are you okay?" I breathe heavily. "W-water" I said. Someone handed me water and I saw It was him. I immediately took and drank it. "Are you okay, ma'am?" "I'm okay." Out of breath I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ---" "I still don't want to eat because I'm still full and I have to look at something now. So please, don't touch me"

Each touch was deliberate, sending sparks of electricity through me. I felt his fingers brush over my chest, barely grazing the sensitive peak through my shirt. The contact was light, teasing, but it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I gasped against his lips, my body arching into his touch, craving more. Leo didn’t hesitate. His hand slipped under my shirt, the warmth of his palm pressing against my skin. His fingers found the hardened nub, rolling it gently between them, drawing another moan from me. The sensation was almost too much, and yet not enough. I needed more of him, more of this.

He felt his heartbeat, fast and loud. So you feel something when I touch you, huh?

The realization flooded my system with warmth. Touch me.

Rochelle My body is aching to be touched, not in the normal way with a hug, no it wants his touch, his huge hands to feel every inch of its skin. The scent that I’ve been craving finally arrives, it feels as if it was taken away for too long and my body arches towards it. I feel his large, strong hand holding mine and the contact is divine, but I want more, so much more of his touch. I try to speak but I can’t, but my body can move and that’s all I care to understand.

“Not like this.” His thumb brushes across my cheek, his touch light but filled with so much emotion. “Neither have I.” His voice is rough, yet there's a tenderness in it that makes my heart swell. I feel his hands slide down my arms, his fingers tracing every curve and line as though memorizing me. My skin tingles under his touch, a warmth building between us that’s both comforting and exhilarating. I move closer, our bodies barely a breath apart, and the heat between us rises.

"What happened?" "I left," Piper said simply. "And I decided that if the world was going to see me, it would be on my terms. Not theirs." Julian studied her. "This collection is called THE MEASURE OF A TOUCH. What does that mean?" Piper swallowed hard. "It means that contact—human connection—leaves marks. Some people touch your life and make you better. Others leave scars. But either way, you're changed. And you have to decide what to do with that."