When They Touch Me Novels & Stories

"I've spent three weeks wanting exactly this, wanting you. All of you, not just the careful, guarded pieces you've let the world see." Something broke open in his expression at that, raw and unguarded, and the careful slowness between them gave way at last to something more urgent, more certain, both of them finally, fully choosing each other without hesitation or fear standing between them anymore. His hands found the delicate clasps of her dress with careful, reverent patience, and she helped him with trembling fingers of her own, the last of the night's formality falling away piece by piece until there was nothing left between them but warmth, and trust, and many years of touch finally, c

“Will you touch me?” Laurel nodded her head and the man brought her fingers to his hard masculinity ready for her. Laurel touched the silky manhood and caressed it. Makes Aaron let out a slightly loud moan. Hearing the groan, she was about to pull back her fingers, but Aaron held her back. “Don't,” muttered Aaron under his breath. “Go on, honey, get to know me. "

He smirks, tracing his thumb along my lips. I shudder when his smooth palm makes contact with my thigh, sliding up. "W….what are you doing?" My lips tremble as the question slips out. The way my skin burns at his touch is strange and the burning sensation that feels within me causes more confusion. Why am I vulnerable to his touch? "I can smell the rejection all over you." He sniffs as he kisses my nape and a moan leaves my mouth before I can control it. The heat intensifies and my wolf's thuds are relentless.

The sensation of both of them touching me at once sent heat rushing through my body. “You are so beautiful,” Julian whispered against my ear. “So responsive.” Marcus sucked harder on my breast while his hand slid between my legs. He rubbed my clit in slow circles. I moaned despite myself. My body was betraying me again. Even after everything, it still wanted them. David’s voice came from the chair, calm and controlled. “Do not hold back, Clara. Let them please you.” Julian turned me around and kissed me deeply. His tongue moved against mine while Marcus pressed against my back, kissing my neck. Their hands were everywhere. Squeezing my breasts. Rubbing between my legs. Sliding over my ass. I

well… Standing there, in front of his statue-worthy body, I felt my knees go weak, my breaths coming out all funny. Henry's grin turned devilish. "Wanna touch?" Before I could even answer, he took my hand and moved it toward... well... Truth be told, that was my first-ever encounter with a guy's private parts in all eighteen years of my existence. My eyes went wide as saucers, and just as I was about to make contact, my hand snapped back like it had a mind of its own.

Something that says, Please choose me. I stand up carefully, my legs still shaky. When I take a step toward him, his entire posture shifts. His arms uncross. His breath slows. I stop in front of him. Then, without warning, I lift my hand and touch his cheek. He goes completely still. My fingers brush the edge of his face, and the second I make contact, a shock of heat runs through me, sharp and electric, down my spine and into my toes. I gasp and jerk back from the rush—but he catches me before I fall.

I watch as he strolls over to me with his long strong legs and my body screams out for him to touch me. For some reason whenever I get stressed, my body screams out touch me when he is near. To me, it's akin to when you see fire and you automatically flinch. So when he walks over somewhat casually, my body vibrates for him. Yes, I said vibrates. "Can you get me the tape over there?" I say as I point over to the table by the door while holding up one of the model's breasts.

His voice vibrated through me, making my brain go all fuzzy. "Huh?" What was I doing here again? Oh right. Aiding him. His hand tugged mine until the cotton finally came in contact with the wound. "You can touch me. I'm not made of glass." Touch him? My brain went back to reminiscing certain movie scenes of how the term touch me went, and my cheeks heated up. Darn those thoughts again... In haze, I ran the cotton over the injury a bit hard, and his hand grasped mine once again.

I took off my coat and tossed it on the chair, then I removed the gloves I put on the moment I got home. His eyebrows shot up, but he watched me quietly, then I stepped closer and said “Touch me.” Cole laughed in confusion. "What?" I stepped even closer to him, "Touch me." “Dude, I’m not gay.” “Touch me, you idiot,” I snapped. “I’m serious.” Cole’s smile slowly disappeared. He stared at me for a second, then realized I wasn’t joking. “What the hell? What’s going on with you?” “Someone touched me tonight,” I said quietly. “It was completely bare and nothing happened. There was no pain or any reaction."

"I'm here. I'm right here." "Burns." Her eyes crack open. Unfocused. Pupils blown wide. "Everything burns." "I know. I'm trying to. . ." "Touch me." The words tumble out fevered and raw. "Please. Your touch... it helps." My jaw clenches. "Nyra, you don't know what you're. . ." "Please." Her fingers tighten on my wrist. "The bond. I can feel it. When you touch me, it doesn't hurt as much."