Your Fingertips Across My Skin Lyrics นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And just like John Legend sang in his slow, titillating music, I was more than eager to give her ‘All of me’. John Legend’s lyrics kept on sinking deeper and deeper into our souls, absorbing us and drowning us completely into its magic… ‘…my head’s underwater, but I’m breathing fine. You’re crazy and I’m out of my mind…’ And as the titillating lyrics got into her, Trina’s hands began its sensual, erotic ministrations on my body. Her touch was featherlight, yet it burned like fire against my skin. The heat from her palms seared into my skin like hot coals as she ever so slowly and sensuously moved her hands all over my chest, eliciting a deep, guttural moan from my lips.

************** I went to bed immediately after I took a shower. I picked up my pbone and scrolled through F******k. Only artists came out because they are the only ones I love and followed. I was busy looking at the pictures when someone texted. From: 09********* "Hello! Are you still awake? How are you?" I frowned when I read the text. I didn’t reply because I didn’t know who's texting me. I opened my Spotify to listen some music. I chose "Butterfly" by BTS. The song is too good. I couldn't understand the lyrics but I was enjoying it. My mood lifted up but someone ruined it. I got a text again from an unknown number.

It's pumping so hard that I feel as though it's going to explode. I have him Yes, I fucking have him His skin trembles beneath my fingertips. I'll feel him break and shatter and he is going to love me for it! Until every inch of our bodies is burned into each other. * *

My fingers danced across his back, over his shoulders, down his arms, and back up again. The scent of his skin, a musky mixture of sweat and cedar, filled my senses. I inhaled deeply, my lungs yearning for more. "I want you to fuck me again," I whispered against his mouth, pleading. "I want you to punish me for being an idiot, can you do that?" I asked in a demanding voice.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of you” Her fingers curve around the hem of my shirt as she slides it up my back. “I need to feel your skin, Damian”

Dripping down your body like gold Slowly steaming up the windows My skin on your skin, again and again Sweat for me, sweat for me And once again, he closed his eyes, but this time, instead of his usual deadpan facade, he was smirking as the lyrics dripped out from his beautiful mouth. Love it when I tear off your clothes Slowly steaming up the windows My skin on your skin, again and again Sweat for me, sweat for me Zev was making my mind swirl with unimaginable fantasies. The lyrics of his song and the way he sung it made the burning passion inside me ablaze.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * You're the color of my blood * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * My blood froze and all my senses stilled, unlike the sparks that erupted everywhere we touched. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * You're the cure, you're the pain You're the only thing I wanna touch Never knew that it could mean so much, so much * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I found myself so close to him, our lips lingering only inches away from each other’s that my breath caught in my throat.

I huffed in aggravation. He laughed and kissed down the hollow of my cleavage. Embracing my sides in his grip. Splaying his fingers as he learned each crevice with those fingertips, tasting each part of my skin as he worked his lips in a path down the slope of my belly, rising as I breathed so quickly. His fingertips touched me in a way that was the merest brush of callused tips along sensitive skin. Making me yearn for more. I held my breath. Wiggling some. Greedily trying to seek more of it.

I feel like a stranger in my own skin, the desire is strong, insatiable. I’m naked under my flared dress, making it easier for him to touch me, and when Kingston slips his fingers inside me I almost die. Relief floods my brain and I whisper thanks to the heavens. My hips jerk, riding his fingers slowly and biting my lip to keep from moaning out loud, but the sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of my wet pussy is unmistakable. They can probably hear it over the soft music, but I don’t seem to care still. I’m willing to deal with the embarrassment after I come.

From the last time he touched me and tasted me and - “Ah~” I can’t help it as a short airy moan escapes me when his fingers continue to brush, a little more confident, over the thick material that separates them from my bare skin, from my core.