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Intimate Touches - part 3
You wake up in Kincaid’s arms, feeling his warmth and the softness of his skin against your own. You trace his palm with your fingertips, remembering the passionate night you shared.
‘Good morning,’ he whispers, kissing your forehead. ‘Did you sleep well?’
You nod, smiling up at him. ‘Yes, I did. How about you?’
He grins. ‘I slept great.’ His eyes sparkle with mischief as he adds, ‘Especially considering how we spent the night.’
You blush and laugh, your heart racing as you remember the intense pleasure you experienced together.
‘So,’ Kincaid says, running his fingers through your hair. ‘Tell me more about your first experience with Quirofilia.’
You share stories about your first experiences with this kink and how it has shaped your desires. As you talk, you can’t help but notice the way his hands move – they’re so graceful and confident, each gesture a testament to his passion for hands.
‘It’s amazing how much our lives have been influenced by this one thing,’ Kincaid muses. ‘I never would have imagined that my love for hands could lead me to something like this.’
You nod in agreement, feeling a deep connection with him as you explore each other’s hands more intimately throughout the day.
Later that evening, you decide to play a game where you take turns blindfolding each other and exploring each other’s bodies using only your hands. The anticipation builds as Kincaid ties the silk scarf around your eyes, leaving you in darkness.
His fingers dance along your skin, teasingly close to your most sensitive areas. ‘You’re driving me crazy,’ you moan, arching your back towards his touch.
He chuckles softly. ‘Good things come to those who wait.’ His hands continue their exploration, and you gasp as he finally brushes against your swollen clit.
‘Oh god, Kincaid,’ you breathe, your hips bucking towards his touch. ‘That feels incredible.’
He whispers encouragingly in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. ‘Just relax and enjoy it. I’ll make sure you feel good.’
As he continues to stroke and tease you, you lose yourself in the sensations, your body responding eagerly to his skilled touch.
Finally, you can’t take it anymore. You cry out, your body shuddering with pleasure as waves of ecstasy wash over you. Moments later, Kincaid reaches his own climax, groaning loudly as he spills onto his stomach.
You both lie there, panting and spent, basking in the afterglow of your shared orgasm.
‘That was incredible,’ you whisper, tracing patterns on Kincaid’s chest with your fingertips. ‘I can’t believe how much this has deepened our connection.’
He nods, his eyes shining with emotion. ‘Me neither. I never thought something like this could happen to me.’
As you drift off to sleep, you trace patterns on Kincaid’s chest with your fingertips, feeling the warmth of his skin and the rise and fall of his breathing. You can’t help but smile as you realize that this is only the beginning of your journey together – a journey filled with passion, exploration, and an unyielding love for hands.
You wake up in Kincaid’s arms, the warmth of his body pressed against yours. As you trace patterns on his chest with your fingertips, you feel the softness of his skin and the rise and fall of his breathing. His hand rests gently on your hip, his fingers curled around your waist.
You smile as you remember the passionate night you shared – exploring each other’s hands more intimately than ever before. The dim lighting and soft music playing in the background create an intimate and sensual atmosphere, perfect for continuing your journey of discovery.
Kincaid stirs awake, his eyes meeting yours. ‘Good morning,’ he whispers, his voice rough with sleep.
‘Morning,’ you reply, your fingers still tracing lazy circles on his chest.
He smiles and leans in to kiss you, his lips soft and warm against yours. You feel a shiver run down your spine as his hand moves up your back, his fingers tangling in your hair.
After a moment, he pulls away and looks at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. ‘I have an idea,’ he says, sitting up and reaching for something on the bedside table.
You watch as he retrieves two silk scarves – one black, one red – and holds them up with a grin. ‘How about we take turns blindfolding each other?’ he suggests. ‘We can explore each other’s bodies using only our hands.’
Your heart skips a beat at the thought of being unable to see, relying solely on touch to navigate Kincaid’s body. You nod eagerly, your pulse racing with anticipation.
Kincaid ties the black scarf around his eyes, plunging the room into darkness for him. He lies back down on the bed, his arms stretched out above his head. ‘Your turn,’ he says, his voice slightly unsteady.
You take a deep breath and tie the red scarf around your own eyes, feeling the soft fabric against your skin. The room is now pitch black for you too, and you can hear the sound of your own breathing amplified in your ears.
Reaching out with both hands, you find Kincaid’s chest, his heart beating fast beneath your fingers. You trace the outline of his pecs, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath your touch. As you move lower, you explore the ridges of his abs, marveling at the feel of his skin against yours.
Kincaid lets out a soft moan as you continue your exploration, your hands roaming over every inch of his body. You can feel the tension building between you, the blindfold heightening your senses and making every touch more intense.
After several minutes, Kincaid reaches up and gently removes your scarf. The room is bathed in soft light once again, and you blink a few times as your eyes adjust.
He smiles at you, his own eyes still covered by the black scarf. ‘Your turn,’ he whispers.
You lie down on the bed, feeling nervous but excited as Kincaid’s hands begin to explore your body. His touch is gentle yet firm, his fingers skimming over your skin with precision and care.
He starts at your shoulders, massaging the tension out of your muscles before moving down to your breasts. You gasp as he cups them in his hands, his thumbs circling your nipples until they become hard and erect.
Kincaid’s hands continue their journey, caressing your stomach, hips, and thighs. He pauses at the apex of your legs, his fingers tracing the outline of your underwear before slipping them off completely.
You feel exposed and vulnerable, but also incredibly turned on by the sensation of Kincaid’s hands on your bare skin. His fingers tease your entrance, circling it with feather-light touches that make you squirm with desire.
Suddenly, he removes his scarf and looks at you with hungry eyes. ‘I want to see you,’ he says, his voice low and rough. ‘I want to watch as I touch you.’
You nod, feeling a rush of excitement course through your body. Kincaid positions himself between your legs, his fingers once again exploring your folds with precision and care.
As he touches you, you can’t help but let out soft moans of pleasure. The combination of his skilled hands and the intensity of his gaze is almost too much to bear.
Kincaid leans in closer, his lips brushing against your inner thigh as he whispers, ‘I’m going to make you come using only my hands.’
With those words, he redoubles his efforts, his fingers plunging into your depths with increasing speed and force. You can feel the pressure building inside you, the sensation of his touch becoming more and more intense.
Suddenly, you feel a wave of pleasure crash over you, your body shuddering as you reach orgasm. Kincaid’s fingers continue to move inside you, prolonging your climax until you can barely breathe.
As the last tremors subside, you look up at him, your eyes filled with gratitude and awe. ‘That was … incredible,’ you manage to say between gasps for air.
Kincaid smiles and leans in to kiss you, his lips still tasting of salt and desire. ‘I’m not done yet,’ he says, his voice filled with determination. ‘It’s my turn.’
You nod, eager to explore every inch of him as he did for you. You start at his chest, your hands roaming over his skin with the same intensity and care that he showed you.
As you touch him, you can feel his body responding to your every move – his breath quickening, his muscles tensing beneath your fingers. You trace a line down his stomach, feeling the ridges of his abs before reaching the waistband of his pants.
Slowly, deliberately, you unbutton his pants and slide them off, revealing his erect cock. You can’t help but marvel at its size and beauty, the veins pulsing beneath the surface as it throbs with desire.
You wrap your hand around it, feeling the heat of his skin against yours. Kincaid lets out a low groan as you begin to stroke him, your movements slow and deliberate.
As you touch him, you explore every inch of his length with your hands, feeling the silky smoothness of his skin and the hardness of his shaft. You can feel the tension building inside him, his body tensing as he gets closer and closer to the edge.
Suddenly, Kincaid’s hand wraps around yours, stilling your movements. ‘I want to come with you,’ he says, his voice barely a whisper. ‘I want us to experience this together.’
You nod, understanding what he means. You position yourself above him, your legs straddling his hips as you guide his cock inside you. As he fills you, you feel a rush of pleasure course through your body, the sensation of being joined with him almost too much to bear.
Kincaid’s hands move to your hips, guiding your movements as you begin to ride him with increasing speed and force. You can feel the pressure building inside you once again, the combination of his skilled touch and the deep, penetrating sensation of his cock driving you closer and closer to the edge.
Suddenly, you feel a wave of pleasure crash over you, your body shuddering as you reach orgasm. Kincaid’s hands tighten their grip on your hips, his own release coming in hot, powerful bursts inside you.
As the last tremors subside, you collapse onto his chest, your breath coming in ragged gasps. His arms wrap around you, holding you close as you both try to catch your breath.
In that moment, you feel a deep connection with Kincaid – one that transcends mere physical pleasure. You know that this is only the beginning of your journey together, a journey filled with passion, exploration, and an unyielding love for hands.