Touch Me 소설 & 이야기

“Touch me. Just touch me Morbius' 'I tell him and it's like the dam floods open. With a harsh growl his hands leave my legs and come up to the straps on my nightgown. He traces my collar bone line and follows it down to my breast as he cups one into his hand. I arch against the gentleness of his touch needing more. So I told him. “More” He yanks the other strap down and both of my breasts are freed as he does it. His hands grab my mounds in his as he rubs over them. When he rubs over my nipples I feel as they tighten in the air and a new rush of wetness coats my thighs. My nails dig into his back as I watch the look of hunger th

“Why?” Why? Why? Well, there are a million different reasons. The manner in which he touched me. The way that he looked at me was strange. the things that we had discussed and shared with one another. But something clicked into place for me when I noticed the way he was looking at me at the moment and how he wasn't touching me. I had told him that I loved him, but he had never told me the same thing in return. To be honest, no.

Am I dreaming? He caught me completely off guard, and I didn’t know where my voice had gone, so I just nodded, still in shock. His cold hand still held mine, and as I looked down at our hands, my heart raced. The chill of his touch sent a strange feeling through my body, almost like I wanted to scream in triumph, as though I had just won in life.

“Touch me.” Alex's hand slid up my side, fingers tracing the curve of my waist. His mouth found my neck, nipping at my skin in a way that usually set me on fire, but tonight, the sensation felt muted, distant. I bit down on my lip, rolling my hips to match his rhythm, trying to force myself to feel more, to shut out the chaos spiraling inside me.

As if bewitched, I reached out to touch the pink spot. "Wait." I looked up at Liam in confusion. "The rules didn't say you could touch it." Liam said calmly, touching his lips. Damn, he was so sexy. I felt choked up. Slowly, I lowered my head, feeling my upper body tremble. My mouth touched one of Liam's n.ipples. Should I stick out my tongue? I hesitated. Liam hummed at that moment. "Hmm?" His tone was indulgent, but I heard the "threat."

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.

Hannah Hannah Morales stirred in her sleep, stretching out her arms. A moan slipped past her throat, pleasure coursing through her body as a tongue warmer than a thousand summers swipe over her sensitive bud, sending electro-waves of desire in every corner of her body, instantly setting her awake.

He bowed his head in shame when he heard my words. "What am I supposed to do to heal the wounds? Please tell me what to do. I'm willing to do anything to heal the wounds. It hurts me as much as it hurts you. Please tell me how to go about it. I'm willing to do it." He pleaded, clinging to my hand so tightly as though he was afraid that I would disappear into thin air. It had been one full week since he last touched me and I hated to admit that his touch still sparked the fire inside me despite everything.

“How they feel when you touch me.” “If I were there right now,” he said slowly, “I’d spread those pretty legs and eat you out so slow, you’d forget your own name.” My breath caught as my hands traveled down, brushing past the skin just below my navel. “I wouldn’t stop until you begged, Dianne.Until you were shaking under me, crying out, not even caring who heard.” “I want you to start touching yourself.” “I already am.” I whispered A deep, low groan rumbled through the phone.

Then came the faintest sound of her moan, and I nearly lost it. “Tell me how you feel.” “It's not the same as your hand,” she moaned out. “No,” I agreed with her, palming myself through my pants. “But pretend it's me touching you. I want to hear you fall apart for me.” “Okay.” “Good,” I said, my voice strained, “touch yourself. Slow. Like I would.” Her soft gasp filled the silence between us, each one pushing me closer to the edge as I palm myself faster.