Touch Me Novels & Stories

I move to drop the tray on the mini table when his hands close around my wrist, sending mini sparks flying across my body in response to the mate bond. "Wait," he says. "Actually — wait." The whole rooftop seems to lean in a fraction, the way crowds do when they smell a scene about to happen. "Elias—" "You know what," his voice climbs, eyes glinting with the particular cruelty that alcohol always dragged out of him, "I don't actually want that." He knocks the bowl clean out of my hands. It hit the floor with a crack loud enough to cut through the music — broth splashing across the marble, across my shoes, up the hem of the gray dress his mother had approved that very afternoon. A few people

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"

“Plеаѕе, touch mе please…” I muѕt have ѕаіd the magic words bесаuѕе bеfоrе I know it, hе’ѕ thumbіng mу nіррlеѕ, squeezing and rubbing аn еxԛuіѕіtе tunе оf torture. I lоvе thе еѕсаре his hаndѕ offers me.

I felt him touch my hand carefully. I shut my eyes and gulped, trying to pull out my voice to answer him. I was having a hard time producing a sound but I still tried. "I... I-I'm fine," I weakly answered. I saw in Zadkiro's eyes that he was relieved upon hearing my answer. He looked at the woman behind him and I saw them looking at each other. I roamed my eyes around and that's when I noticed that there was an IVF injected into my left hand, it may be the reason why it felt numb.

Wet. The touch of the skin sends a jolt through all the nerve pathways that lie beneath my skin. He hugs my body from behind, wrapping his sturdy arms around my stomach and his other hand up to one of my breasts. His lips were on my shoulder, kissing my sensitive ache skin. I bit my lip, I opened my mouth to the passion he was sending my way. His squeeze was sensual, the twist of his fingers on my stomach hot. His hardness against my ass cheeks makes my wet part twitch.

I move my leg back from his shoulder to where I am straddling him in the chair as I pull my top back off. I see his hands shaking. He wants to touch me so badly, but he knows he isn’t allowed to. I can touch him, and it is unhinging him just like I wanted. Just as the chorus hits, I begin rocking and grinding up and down on him before turning and sitting in his lap so my back is up against his chest. I grab his hands and bring them to my breasts and put his hands on them and squeeze his hands over them as I continue to grind up on him. I let his hands go and push them away right as the lyrics to the song say, ‘they can look but they just can’t touch it’ and le

I was speechless. “Touching is not having sex. You can touch me, Carmelo.” I said. He looked at me for a second. “Say that again.” I moved closer to him, removing the robe from my body and the distance between us. “You. Can. Touch. Me.” I said. He let out a breathy laugh, something shining in his eyes. Then his hands reached for mine, a smile breaking on his face. His fingers grazed my skin up to my shoulder, erupting a strong sensation all the while holding my gaze.

I move my fingers to touch the bite and close my eyes for a few seconds, trying to compose myself. The water is the exact temperature I like as I lay down allowing my body to relax. I close my eyes, remembering Jagger’s touch, and I slowly move my hand up and down my body, mimicking his touch. Obviously, it feels ten thousand times better when he touches me. Jagger has the touch of an angel, and he is capable of giving me an orgasm without even barely touching me.

Just a heavily edited version of the truth. He reached across the table, his fingers brushing mine. His touch is gentle, almost tentative, and I flinch but don't withdraw my hand. I waited for the charged jolt to shoot through me, but it didn’t send electricity through my veins. It doesn’t make my pulse stutter. It doesn’t do anything at all. It was just like every other touch… ordinary, but I faked a smile, pretending I welcomed his touch. If anything, I was repulsed by it, but I stayed put.

The touch reignites the sparks, and I feel the creampie inside me, a secret reminder of our intense sex. Still craving his touch, I pull him closer to me, dragging him by his shirt. Our lips meet, soft at first, then it deepens. His hands roam under my shirt, cupping my breast, his thumb on my nipple. While I rub at his bulge. “One more time?” he asks, whispering against my mouth.