A Kiss On The Lips Drink Novels & Stories

I press my lips to his quickly, tasting the diet coke that is so addicting. I don't let the kiss get much farther, because we have a dinner to go too.

His hand softly massaged my ass - making me to feel hot as butterflies swelled in my stomach. He planted a soft kiss on my lips, as we connected properly - passionately kissing each other hungrily. I honestly missed the warmth I derived from his lips and the feelings it left behind. My arms gradually embraced him tightly as I dived deeper in this kiss, pressing myself into him. Our lips were connected, with our tongues twirling on each other - as soft moans filled the air.

Soon alcohol consumed my remaining senses and I felt into a very deep slumber. She is standing merely few inches away from me but it doesn't make a difference as our breathe got mingle with each other's.Slowly our lips brush and a wave of desire pass through my nerves. I want her so badly.I capture her soft strawberry flavoured lips for a passionate kiss.A single kiss on her skin can make me go wild and intimate with her. Leaving her lips ,I kiss her just below the right ear and she tilted her neck to the left side giving me the most needed space.

I ordered the special again, both the drink and the Jamaican Patty, and Bastian requested a whiskey and coke with his food. “So you left Charlotte here alone with Leo drinking those,” Bastian said as the waiter returned with our drinks and meal. Bastian raised his eyebrow at the very girly but delicious fruity drink with an umbrella in front of me. I pushed it toward him and he took a sip. His disgusted face told me what he thought of the fruity alcohol. “Poor guy's shirt never stood a chance.” I giggled quietly and sipped on my drink. “Poor Charlotte.” “She'll be fine,” he assured me. “They'll figure it out eventually. They really are perfect for one another.”

I just wanted to think of my drink, the soft taste, and nothing but the taste, no her, no him. Focusing on the taste, it was apple-flavored with a hint of mango. It reminded me of her lips, even if it had no mango. Those lips, I had yet to get the full version of that kiss. It was more of a six-second peck, enough to memorize the feeling of her lips on mine and the slight taste of apple. Definitely her lip gloss, but still… she owed me a kiss, just one kiss. Would that be too hard to ask? Has he kissed her before? Was it accidentally or intentionally? Did she enjoy it? Was he any good?

I beamed into his bright green eyes and took a still breath before speaking. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready,” I told him, placing my hands on his shoulders and drawing his lips near to mine. Slowly, like the setting sun and the ocean horizon, our lips came together on his island. The soft scent of a tropical island, the waves, and the beach mingled with his cologne and I knew that I would forever be in love with his island kisses.

“No matter what. I’d always come back.” And then, he pulled her in, and their lips met in a kiss that was unlike any they’d ever shared before. It wasn’t a kiss of passion or desire, not exactly. It was a kiss of survival, a kiss of gratitude, a kiss that said I’m here, you’re here, we made it. It was a kiss that tasted of smoke and tears and cold water, but it was also a kiss that tasted of love, of hope, of the future that was still waiting for them.

I can see his tattoos under his collarbones. "So, what else do you wanna drink?" He asks. "We've got Daniels, Walker.." He continues to blabber about drinks but I didn't really pay attention to it. I was just staring at his lips. Fuck those lips are so plump and so pinkish. So kissable. I honestly wanna taste his lips. I wanna kiss them so hard until I'm breathing in the air he's breathing out. I want my sex to be pressed against those luscious lips. Fuck I wanna ride his face.

The same guy who was the most friendly with teachers and also left many girls in his grade, and even juniors like her, weak in the knees. Lizzy's eyes dropped to his lips and her heart paused its race at the sight of the alcohol droplets that lingered on it, causing it to glisten. She held his face closer, then, slowly and nervously, she used her tongue to lick off the liquid on his lips. The texture of his lips made her ignore the sugary taste of the alcohol and she took his lips in her mouth again, going deeper. After kissing him for a few seconds, she decided to take another look at his drunken face.

Xander I did not want to stop swallowing her lips. The taste, the softness and her light moans was making my little guy rise to the occasion. I knew i should not have made the first move immediately i walked in but the sight of that perfect body and those glossed lips was something i could not resist. I was happy that she consented to the kiss, the way she responded and matched my pace was incredible. “What drink would you want?” “What drinks do you have?”