روايات وقصص ضمن A Kiss On The Lips Drink

She wasted absolutely no time. “Let loose Kiss, it’s fun. I promise” Kylie tries to ease my uncomfort. I try and do as told, suddenly feeling very nervous and overheated. Daniel and Brooks soon find us, drinks in their hands. “I brought you your drink” Daniel smiles, handing me the Strawberry Daiquiri. “Thank you” I kiss his cheek, thankful for the frozen drink. “What are you drinking?” I ask, observing the pink liquid over the ice cubes. “It’s called a Paloma. I wanted to try something different. Its tequila, lime juice and grapefruit soda” He nods.

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.

Suddenly, he parted his lips, inviting me in, a soft grin spread across my face and I accepted, my tongue dancing with his in a slow, sensual movement. As we kissed, I felt like I was devouring him, consuming him, but it wasn’t a violent or aggressive act; it was a tender, loving one. I was eating his lips, tasting the sweetness of his mouth, drinking in the love that flowed from him. His lips were like ripe fruits, juicy and succulent, and I couldn’t get enough of them. I nibbled and nuzzled, my teeth grazing his skin, sending shivers down his spine. He moaned softly, his body melting into mine as I continued to feast on his lips. It was a kiss that was both gentle and intense, a kiss that

I thought he's going to give it to me but he open and drink it. He cup my jaw and kiss me, the water gradually went inside my mouth. I swallowed it without hesitation as I wrapped my arms in his nape, I feel more thirsty. “M-more…” I demanded between our kisses, chasing his lips who suddenly stop and abandoned mine. I watch him taking another sip of water and position himself to kiss me again, I accept it wholeheartedly. I even lick his chin to his jaw when some of the water drip down. We didn't stop even there's no more water involved, he kept kissing my lips hungrily. “Your lips is really addictive, if only I could kiss it whenever and wherever.” He murmured when his lips is busy nibbling

I cupped her face, and the softness of her skin where my hands lay tempted me, as I crushed my lips on hers. The skin beneath her, impossibly soft beneath my fingers, there was a flicker of something wild about it that sparked to life inside me. And in some movement devoid of thought, I crushed my lips to hers. It was electric, bitter with the unmistakable tang of alcohol, yet sweet in a way that left me wanting more. Her lips were warm, unyielding, and soft. Has she been drinking to lift her spirits? I thought, frowning, and deepened the kiss. But—

"Like the drink in your mouth, much more potent, much more healthy and intoxicating than liquor." An instant crimson hue warms my face and his lips tug into a sly knowing smirk. "Help your poor husband quit unhealthy habits by offering plenty of kisses, will you?" "W-What?!" I stammer, eyes widening as he sets aside his glass on the armrest. "Kiss me." He prowls nearer, an intense predatory gleam in his eyes. "Or let me kiss you." "Uh, I-no!" I stutter, deeply regretting my objection to his drink. "Your mouth is contaminated by alcohol!"

She came back holding two glasses of some cold coffee drink with ice-cream floating on top. “Not bad,” he commented taking a sip. “Everyone loves these.” There was a note of anger in her voice. He put away both of their drinks and put his large hand on her nape. “Open up,” came his low voice before he caught her lower lip between his. He sucked on it, then moved to the top lip to suck on. By the time his tongue was seeking her flavor she was responding to his kiss. The kiss was gentle but demanding. He kissed her for a long time making her lips wet and deep red. When she thought he was done, he gave her a peck and left to get himself some cognac.

“That it was, love.” A moment later, Kai’s warmth left me, and I made a soft noise of protest—only for him to return, pressing something cool against my lips. “Drink,” he murmured, brushing damp strands of hair from my face as he tipped a glass of water forward. The first sip was heaven, cooling my throat, washing away the remnants of our passion. I drank greedily, and when I finished, Kai swiped his thumb over my bottom lip, catching a stray droplet before bringing it to his own mouth.

" . . Candy? —Caramelized toffee and dark chocolate. Her lips are placed against the glass, and she takes a sip. Fuck you . Her throat works as she swallows the liquor. I want to taste it on her lips. Hell, I just want to taste her. I lean in, not even fully aware of my movement but spurred on by the need to taste my favorite Irish whiskey from her rather than the glass. But she freezes, and so do I. His brown eyes widen. “Holy shit, that's a good thing. My chest shakes as a laugh breaks free. “Damn, you're a good opportunity for me to taste the drink on your lips. Her mouth curves into a smile as she lifts her glass and takes small sips again. This time, she swallows more, and my cock throb

A silent moan escaped my lips. "You smells so nice...'' he mutters softly...he was teasing me and I hated him for it. I want him to kiss me. I wanted to know the taste of the tongue that teased me but he didn't leave my neck. His left hand was placed on my back and his right hand still held the can of soda.