Touch And Feel Novels & Stories

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.

"She melted against him, her hands gripping his jacket while his other hand slowly slid her back, pressing her against the cold brick wall. His touch was confident, and she arched into him, surrendering to the moment. Her dress hiked up, the fabric sliding to her waist, as his fingers slowly traced the bare skin of her steamy thigh, his touch was ungently rough as she shivered at the touch." Pinky's eyes widened as she read the "ungently rough." It was a new sensation, one she had never experienced. She sat on the floor of her new house, the dust motes dancing in the sunbeams, and read the words as if they were a spell. Then Pinky's eyes widened as she read the "ungently rough." It was as Pi

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.

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.

The electric feeling travels down my body. Into my hands wrapped around the chain. “Holy shit,” I exclaim. Hope fires in my chest as I exclaim excitedly, “Axel, it’s physical touch. Lean into me.” Hesitantly, he does as he’s told. For a moment nothing happens, but then the shock passes through me again. I gasp at the addictive feeling rushing through my veins. I greedily snatch at what Axel gives me, channeling it through my hands and into the cuffs.

The contact had only lasted seconds, but both of us had frozen. It had been the first time physical touch between us had carried noticeable tension. It hadn't been the casual brush of fingers when I had paid my tab, or the accidental bump in a crowded room. This had been deliberate. Her palms had been warm through the thin linen of my tunic, a steady, grounding pressure against my ribs. I felt the faint, rapid thrum of her own pulse, or maybe it had been mine, hammering against her touch.

I felt a swelling desire in me to touch him. He stood right next to me and his hand was so close to mine, I could feel the pull so strong that my pinky finger ached and tingled at the tip. I began to move my hand, hoping for contact. I reached as slowly as I could, reveling in the passion of it. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, I knew he felt it too, the pull, the passion, the electricity. All sounds seemed to fade out and all we wanted to do was to touch.

I turned my gaze back to the blue object in his hands and forced a grateful smile. - Right. - I muttered reaching out my hand to take it, and when I finally grabbed it with my fingers, I could feel not only the pleasant touch of cashmere provided by one of my favorite clothing accessories, but also a pleasant warmth on my fingertips. Very pleasant, actually. Only then I realized that I was touching Liam's hand, without even knowing how my fingers had gotten that far. My body immediately reacted to the touch. The tips of my fingers began itching and an electrical shock was projected from each one of them up to the nape of my neck, down my spine and then through my entire body, until it settle