Novel & Cerita A Forbidden Taste Of You

“That’s how much I want you.” The sensation was incredible. She was whimpering, her hips bucking on the counter. He rubbed her faster, his fingers working a magic that had her on the very edge of an orgasm. Then he stopped. “Taste it,” he commanded, holding his slick fingers up to her lips. Without hesitation, she leaned forward and licked the mixture of his juices and her own from his fingers. The taste was musky, salty, and utterly forbidden. The act was so degrading, so intimate, it sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through her.

My fingers dig into her hips, sliding up to cup her juicy ass, squeezing the firm flesh through the denim before I spin her around and pin her against the counter. I crush my mouth to hers, tasting the sweetness of her lips, warm and plush, as our tongues tangle in a hungry kiss. She moans into me, her nails scraping my back, and I break away just enough to growl, “Fuck, you taste so good, like forbidden fruit I shouldn't have.”

She was mine. She climbed onto the bed and straddled my face. Her thighs on either side of my head. Her pussy was already glistening with how much she wanted this. "Eat me," she said, not asked. I pulled her down and my tongue found her immediately. She tasted like everything good. Like desire and honey and something uniquely Mila that made me feel like I could come just from this. I licked her slowly, deliberately, taking my time with her. My tongue circled her clit while she made these soft sounds that made my entire body vibrate.

My tongue flicked over her clit, then lower, pushing inside her tight entrance. She tasted like everything I'd been missing without knowing I'd been missing it. Fuck! I had a new flavour and it was pineapple. I pulled back just enough to look up at her. Water still streamed down my face but I didn't care. "You taste even better than when I licked you yesterday." I pushed two fingers inside her while my mouth returned to her clit. I pumped my fingers deep, curling them to hit that spot I knew made her see stars. My tongue worked in devastating slow circles around her clit.

Blythe pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation as she seemed to lose control. Kai didn’t hesitate. He immediately began to devour her eagerly, his tongue skillfully exploring her folds and sending waves of intense sensation through Blythe's body. She arched in response, her hands gripping his hair tightly as the pleasure surged through her. The intensity of the sensations was overwhelming, and she pressed his face even closer to her core, urging him deeper.

Why does the forbidden always have to taste the sweetest and so irresistible? Her teeth nip at my bottom lip, the tip of her tongue slipping out next and seeking entrance into my mouth. She wants this. She wants me. My heart soars. And I let her in…. I allow her to search and taste the whiskey in my mouth. On my tongue. It is a certain kind of madness to crave someone you know you can never have. Someone you know you should not have. But I do not want to let go. Not in a million years. Or in a billion. Never.

“You’re impossible.” XXX

Alex and I couldn't look into each other's eyes as it felt so awkward. “Who made the meal?” Alex asked probably to lighten the mood. “Taste it first!” Harper answered. I had a taste of the meal by myself. I could see Alex struggling in digesting the meal. I spat mine out as well. The spaghetti was overcooked, it tasted flavorless, and really salty. “Are you okay?” Harper handed him a handkerchief so he could spit it out. “It's fine,” Alex replied, swallowing it with distress. “It's all Ivy's fault. She oversalted it intentionally!” Harper shouted at me.

*** Eden sat across from me in the private part of the café, she was sipping her coffee while I folded my arms and thought about the best way to break up with her. “You're been silent. There's something wrong, so start talking,” She said with a raised eyebrow as she watched me. Eden was very perceptive and it was difficult to get past the piercing eyes that were watching me like they could see through me. She hated when it seemed like I was making a fool out of her so I decided to be direct. “We should stop seeing each other,” I said and watched her, waiting for her reaction. She furrowed her brows. “Stop seeing each other? What does that even mean? You want to stop seeing me? Do you need a

Like he owned it. “Do you know what you taste like?” he murmured, lips brushing my skin. “Like something I should never have touched. Sweet. Soft. Too damn pure.” My thighs clenched around his waist, pulling him closer, and he hissed through his teeth. “Then don’t stop,” I whispered against his neck. “If I’m a mistake, make it worth it.” His breath hitched. “Damn it, Evelyn.” He pulled me into his arms, lifting me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around him as he walked me to the bed. I didn’t stop kissing. I couldn’t. His mouth was addictive. Pain and pleasure. Regret and relief.