Towel Wrapped Around Waist Novels & Stories

Wrexler likes my curls to proudly flow around me when he devours my body. I quickly threw my hair up into a messy bun before I heard Tobias' muffled voice outside the bedroom. I slowly made my way to him, he was leaning against the kitchen island wearing nothing but a towel around his waist tenting his well-endowed manhood. I couldn't help but lick my lips as my nipples harden through the silk material as I watched the water droplets flow down his muscular body.

The thought of staying in that bedroom was taking away my senses. “Kitten. Why are you crying?” The handsome who seemed straight out of the cover of a fashion magazine had worry lines on his forehead. He had taken a shower and was wearing his old pajamas. This time instead of that t-shirt his towel was on his shoulders covering his neck and back. Why the towel was not wrapped low around his waist? Why do they show like this in movies? Real life sucks. He brushed his wet hair back with his fingers and held me by my shoulders, “Don’t get scared. Tell me, what will you have for breakfast.”

CHAPTER 106 Alora's POV “Stanley, are you putting on anything under?” I asked as I pointed down, staring right into his eyes, my own wide open. He chuckled. “No, I’m not.” “Ah…!” I screamed as I began to panic, shaking my hands like a chicken about to be slaughtered. “Okay, okay—yes, I’m putting on a towel,” he said, gesturing down. Slowly, I looked down, bracing myself for what I would see. But just then, I saw it—a towel hung around his waist.

Taking a huge deep breath. The door opens, and the sight of him lands low in my body, heavy. Heat and chill collide under my skin. His hair is darkened with water, leaving it tousled and heavy, strands clinging to his forehead. He’s wearing nothing but a white towel, wrapped loosely around his thin waist, the fabric sitting precariously on his hips like it was never meant to last. Droplets track down his chest, caught briefly in the darker hair there, glistening as they follow the lines of him. The water maps him without asking, slipping lower, gathering where his body narrows, the trail of hair thinning as it disappears beneath the edge of the towel. My eyes follow it slowly. My gaze droppi

By the time he stepped back into the living room, her skin was already flushed, her breath coming in soft, shallow gasps, and her panties were damp with need. He wore nothing but a thick white towel that is wrapped low around his waist, tied loosely enough to show the V of muscle leading down from his hips. Water still dripped from the ends of his hair, tracing shiny lines down his neck and over the hard planes of his chest. The towel clung to him, and the heavy, thick outline of his cock was impossible to miss.

I quickly grabbed the gown as I noticed him focusing more on the phone. I sniffed the gown, it was so nice and soft. I felt his hand on my waist as he pulled my towel off and threw it on the floor. "hmm" I grabbed the duvet and wrapped it around my body. I could see the lust in his eyes, he pulled me closer and embraced me, I let go of the duvet and admired his huge shoulder.

Her body shivered a little and he took a towel to wrap around his waist and lead her out immediately so she wouldn't catch a cold. He held her waist as she rested abit on him , he wore her a nightwear and also dressed up, his eyes stared down at her eyes which was wide open staring at him with a clear hooded eyes of lust, he guided her to the bed and sat on it, he didn't know if she felt any better but her burning temperature hasn't reduced.

"First is the ‘Takate Kote’. It's a high box tie for your upper body. It locks your arms behind your back, pulls your shoulders back, and anchors across your chest so your weight is evenly distributed." Roe swallowed hard, her throat still tight from his deep thrusts, but her pussy twitched at the mere sound of his voice explaining it. "And the second?" she rasped out. "The ‘Futomomo’," Elijah continued, running a loop of rope lightly over the curve of her hip. "It’s a leg harness. It wraps around your thighs, pinning your legs in a way that keeps you completely open and spread, taking away any leverage you have to pull away from me."

The waistband rode low, revealing the defined ridges of his abs and the deep lines of his V-cut. His skin was still damp, droplets clinging to his chest and stomach before sliding down into the waistband. The towel draped over his head sent beads of water dripping onto his shoulders, down his torso, and disappearing into his pants. Aria’s cheeks heated instantly. Archer caught her gaze and gave her a knowing half-smile. He rubbed the towel roughly through his hair, then tossed it aside and crossed to her, settling beside her with easy confidence. His arms came around her without thought, pulling her against him. His warm lips brushed under her eye, lingering against her skin as he murmured,

His back was turned to her so he didn’t know she was ogling him from behind. Rex turned with a white towel in hand, the towel was used to dry his hair from his early afternoon shower. Cherry watched in amazement the way he moves his arm up and down and followed the well-defined structures of his natural abs all the way to the V line just stopping right on his pants.