Touch And Feel Novels & Stories

His touch is gentle, yet firm, as if trying to memorize every curve and line. I close my eyes, feeling the warmth of his breath against my skin, and for a brief moment, I allow myself to get lost in the feeling of his embrace. His hands move down to my waist, pulling me closer, and I can feel the hardness of his desire pressing against me. Despite the turmoil of emotions inside, my body responds to his touch, the chemistry between us undeniable.

I let him slide in beside me and wrap his arm around my shoulders. For the first time in a long time, I felt something like hope. But hope was a dangerous thing. And Victor Hale was not a man who let things go.

She could feel the streams down her panties already. “Ohh, f**k Roberto ... .yes, yea” eyes closed, voice tender, as his fingers had its way into her panties, sliding through her already wet hole. They stumbled backward together, mouths still fused, until the wall caught her gently, her hand already finding its way on his zipper and Roberto's lips left hers only to trail hot and insistent along her jaw, down the line of her throat, drawing a low, unsteady sound from her that she barely recognized as her own voice. He moved his finger in and out of her hole, his hands mapped her body like something he needed to memorize all over again, reverent even in his urgency, and Alicia arched into ever

Focus. Then it comes again—this time not just sound, but touch. A breeze, but heavier. The brush of fingers ghosting across my cheek, slow, deliberate, sensual. My breath catches hard in my throat, my skin prickling as though fire traces the path. I snap my head around, eyes wide, teeth biting down hard on my bottom lip. My whole body vibrates with the effort to resist, to not show the way I’m unraveling. “Okay. That’s it. I cannot deal with this.” The words break free under my breath.

“Just like that.” He begins to move his finger, a slow, shallow in-and-out that stretches me in an unfamiliar, dizzying way. The initial shock ebbs, replaced by a feeling of intense, intimate fullness. Another wave of slick coolness, and then a second finger joins the first, stretching me wider. I moan, the sound muffled by the sofa. It’s a lot. It’s everything. My body is singing with the overload of sensation—the memory of his possession from before, the new, claiming touch now.

A spark of emotion lit up his face as he passed a glance at me. "When the bond snaps, it echoes. You can hear it like a clap of thunder during a storm. And then sparks, no, that's too light of a word, electricity holds your body captive. It doesn't hurt or anything. It feels amazing like a rush of power stroking every body part. All you want to do after the first touch is feel more of that unfiltered pleasure. Touching them becomes a drug and you become the addict whose fingers itch to get your hands on your next fix."

The separation of the two has never happened. Andy pushed the menu in front of Harris, "Choose a drink!" Harris waved his hand, "I don't drink anything; I have to go home after talking. Tonight, my company has a small party." Andy nodded when he heard that and assessed Harris, just like when they were still in love. Suddenly, Andy's hand reached out, wanting to touch his cheek. Harris jerked backward, the air thick with embarrassment. Andy curled his lips into a smile, narrowing his eyes, and gently stroked Harris' cheek with his thumb.

His eyes hooded and he leaned into the touch, but he’d obviously gathered that I wanted a moment, because he didn’t speak, and he didn’t move to touch me back. He was right… I could feel him. Not just under my palm, not just under my fingertips as I played them along his jaw to his mouth and traced his full lips with my thumb. Not just where my belly brushed against him when I leaned up so I could comb my fingers through his hair. Every time I touched him, everywhere… it tingled under my fingers, as if some kind of electricity existed between us, a power that grew when we touched.

he said slowly, deliberately, “Not to survive “ His words curled around my spine like silk ribbons tugged too tight. “Do you want to know why?” “Yes” “ it's gets the blood pumping , It’s one of the few things in the world that uses all five senses without risking your life, everything is heightened , Touch…” His fingers slid up again—slow, torturous—gliding over my underwear, across my entrance. My breath caught in my throat like a scream I wasn’t brave enough to let out. “Smell…” he said, his fingers vanishing. I heard him inhale, slow and deep, through his nose.

I couldn’t force myself to relax no matter how I tried. I shuddered when I finally felt his hot wet mouth on my folds. “Fuck, I knew you would taste this good”. He groaned against my clit. Tightening his grip on my ass, he buried his mouth on my clit and practically devoured me. “Oh God,” I gasped as the contact sent a wave of pleasure coursing through my veins. It felt crude, intimate, sensual and oh, so good. I had read about oral sex in novels, and I had even seen it happen in movies but I never knew it felt this good.