A Kiss On The Lips Drink Novels & Stories

He grinned "I think it's good I met you when you were drunk, so can I get a kiss?" Gross! how can I kiss a guy I just met "um..." before I could continue his lips landed on mine, they were so soft. He sucked and nibbled on my lips for what seemed like forever, then he leaked my lips seeking for entrance, I patted my lips and he slid his tongue inside ravishing my mouth, both our tongues were fighting for dominance which of course he won. We were still kissing until someone pulled Jasper from me "is this the drink you went to bring?"

It was like we were connected in a way that neither of us fully understood, but neither of us questioned. Then, his eyes snapped open, and in that instant, everything shifted. We both leaned in at the same time, the space between us disappearing as if it had never been there at all. Our lips crashed together with a desperation that took me by surprise. His mouth was warm, tasting of the whiskey he’d been drinking, and I couldn’t stop the groan that escaped me as our kiss deepened. It was messy, needy, driven by the alcohol coursing through our veins and the heat of the moment. A drunk kiss with Kaiser. What the fuck am I doing?

Ethan’s lips crashed into mine, catching me off guard. His kiss was urgent, heated, and filled with a force that made my head spin. I didn’t pull away—instead, I let myself sink into it, my body responding to his touch as his hand cupped the back of my neck, pulling me even closer. The taste of vodka and wine lingered on his lips, mixing with the electric sensation of the kiss.

She played with his hair, drawing her face closer to his and kissed him lightly on the lips. He sucked his lips, tasting what was on them. It tasted sugary to him as he smiled, looking at her. She still had her lip gloss which made them taste sweeter in his mouth. With one of his hands placed on her neck, he drew her face closer to his and sucking her lips again. This time, the kiss was deep and aggressive. He used both of his hands to hold her neck as they engaged in a locked lip kiss.

"What are you doing?" "Sssshhh—" his thumb lands perfectly on my bottom lip, making them shiver. "You better use these pretty lips to moan for me, not to question" My heartbeats increase rapidly. I part my lips to utter something again but get interrupted by his hot mouth crashing over mine. His palms wrap gently around my cheeks to prevent me from moving away from the kiss. He plunges his tongue deep inside my mouth, probing for approval as I part my lips wider to let him in with all my needs. He strokes his tongue into my mouth passionately, giving rise to my longing. The kiss is soft and gentle, unlike all the kisses we shared after meeting for years. I don't know what makes him kiss me s

I am really sorry. Me: It is okay. You are a good kisser by the way. I am okay with the kiss. R: So can I kiss you again when she is looking at us. Me: Yeah. Bust she is looking at us from the beginning. We had a few drinks and he kissed me after a few minutes. This time he kissed me on the lips. He made my lips completely wet. I could feel the pain of his trimmed beard on my mouth and cheeks. His tongue was playing with mine and with his tooth, he sucked my whole tongue and I was having a good time.

The Lizzy he knew was very good at kissing, and they would have a hot kiss. "Kiss me back," asked Asher. Cerise's heart raced. All the blood seemed to run under her feet. She covered her eyes as Asher sucked her lower lip and sucked her tongue. It was disgusting at first, but Cerise tried to move. She took turns sucking Asher's tongue. The man smiled. Even though she was amateur and stiff, Asher felt like he was reunited with Lizzy. Asher pushed Lizzy's body against the wall and squeezed the girl's hair, and it was like he was teaching Lizzy how to kiss.

His hand caught the back of my neck, and he crushed his lips against mine. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was a punishment. It was hard, desperate. He paused for a second and again continued kissing me. But slower this time, tasting of the very wine that had ruined my dress. He didn't just kiss me; he drank from me, sucking the crimson liquid from my lips as if it were the only thing keeping him alive. His body was a wall of muscle, pressing me hard against the cold stone. When he finally broke the kiss, I was gasping for air.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.