A Kiss On The Lips Drink Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

Her luscious lips lightly kissed his face. “Ten ceramic bottles are enough to get a kiss from you. Once you’ve seen what’s in the bottles, you’ll have to give yourself to me.” He looked at her and chuckled.

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.

he asked, his voice low and husky. Trixie leaned forward, her elbows on the bar, giving him a generous view of her cleavage. "Surprise me," she purred, her lips curving into a seductive smile. The bartender mixed a drink with practiced ease, his fingers brushing against Trixie's as he slid the glass towards her. "It's called a Devil's Kiss," he said, his eyes locked on hers. "Careful, it's potent." Trixie took a sip, the alcohol burning a trail down her throat. She licked her lips, savoring the taste. "Delicious," she murmured, her eyes never leaving the bartender's.

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.

"Kiss or Kill! Kiss or Kill!" The stranger looked me over once, just once, but it felt like a challenge. And before he could reply, I stood up and smashed my lips to his, the act feeling both impulsive and drawn-out. It was a split-second act, a stupid one, but it felt longer than it meant to be. The bar howled, and I quickly pulled back, my heart racing wildly. His whiskey-infused taste still on my lips, leaving me completely bewildered and my heart pounding in my chest.

His touch was careful, deliberate, and carried a depth of love that seemed to plea for something beyond mere physical intimacy. There was a softness in every movement of his lips, a subtlety that spoke volumes. Each kiss felt like an expression of a profound emotion, an unspoken longing, and a sincere desire to connect on a level that transcended the immediate moment. His lips conveyed a story, a narrative of patience, care, and a fervent plea for understanding and acceptance.

"Never mind, Ever. Do whatever makes you happy, she's a good person." I was going to ask him more questions, but she began strutting towards us. "Ah, I see you both are together." She said, standing next to Felix. "Yes," I responded, my eyes sparkling. "Congratulations to you both once again, I got you guys this drink and I want you to take it while the party goes on." She handed us a very expensive wine. "Is it alcoholic?" I immediately asked, tapping my fingers nervously. "Do you not take alcohol?" Gina asked with a chuckle.