A Kiss On The Lips Drink Novels & Stories

My eyes drift, and I see Liam standing at the far end, his hands in his pockets, his face emotionless as he strides toward us. I catch a glimpse of Greg sitting on a bar stool at the mini bar. He’s holding a glass, probably filled with whiskey, and his eyes are fixed on us. Liam stops just inches from me. Suddenly, he pulls me into his arms, cups my face, and locks his lips with mine in a kiss. This is no ordinary kiss. It’s a deep, passionate French kiss. Liam bites my lip, making me moan. He pries my mouth open and sucks on my tongue, exploring every inch of it.

" He mumbled once more. He wanted it as much as I did. "Want this kiss?" I sought his permission, wrapping my hands around his neck. "Depends. I have to take eleven shots of beer if I refuse. Maybe, it's worth the risk." He shrugged. I closed my eyes as he leaned towards me, ready to connect our lips. I did not care about how long the kiss was supposed to last, instead I paid attention to how it tasted so great. He'd recently had a mint flavoured substance I could tell. I supported our intense lip sucking by cupping his cheeks in my hand while he placed his hand on my waist.

he whispers, his lips laying a kiss on the side of my neck. Pulling back from our hug I grin, I could smell the liquor on him. Without thinking, I kiss him, his lips welcoming me with lust and starvation. I've wondered what kissing him would be like, and it's just like I thought, his lips are soft, his tongue fast, and he tastes of Scotch liquor. Pulling back Cassian watches me with wide eyes. “For good performance.” I tell him, swiping my tongue over my lips. “Thanks for the scotch, enjoy the show Cass.” I wink.

“Let’s find out.” He leaned in, his mouth claiming hers with a fierce urgency that stole her breath. It wasn't a gentle kiss, but a primal, possessive act. His lips were soft, yet demanding, tasting of sandalwood and a faint, intoxicating hint of whiskey. He angled his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue, hot and insistent, plunging into her mouth.

Holding it to his lips I said, "One sip, one kiss." I said showing my fingers. He got up slightly and rested his back on the headboard. "No. One kiss, one sip." He said, challenging. I twitched my lips and puffed my cheeks. Kissing his lips for five seconds, I asked him to drink. Thank god, he took a sip and weirdly twisted his jaws. I giggled. He raised his brows and asked me to come close. Oh, time for a kiss! I kissed him on his forehead lovingly this time and he smiled. Just like this, he finished the full glass with my kisses all over his face. I was about to get up when he asked,

As the sunlight danced across Krystal's face, Adrian leaned in, closing the distance between them, and planted a tender kiss upon her lips. The kiss carried the essence of their love, a delicate blend of affection, passion, and sweet devotion. It started softly, a gentle exploration of each other's lips, the warmth spreading from their mouths to envelop their entire beings. As the intensity grew, their lips moved in perfect sync, a symphony of desire that resonated within their souls.

This kiss blew that kiss out of the water. This was a waterfall kiss. His lips were firm and confident, his tongue tasting and caressing like he couldn't get enough of my taste. I moaned softly, whimpering at his sensual touch that was driving me wild. I'd never been kissed like this before. Finally, I was getting to kiss Leo. My Leo, the man I had loved for years. And here was the proof that he cared for me right back. My hand caressed his jaw, feeling the end of day stubble that rasped against my lips. I loved how masculine and strong he was.

It felt intoxicating. I couldn't bear the delay any longer that I connected my lips to his, he quickly gave access to the kiss sucking on my bottom lip. The warmth and softness of his lips on mine supercedes the cold that was hitting on my skin. I wanted more of it, more of him and I felt I wasn't getting enough as i pressed my lips harder on his and he returned the same energy. I have never been a fan of alcohol but the taste of it on his lips made me an addict.

I whispered, my eyes fixed on his lips, longing for the connection. With no more hesitation, Drex closed the distance between us. Our lips met, and it was electric. His kiss was passionate, his lips moving with a blend of roughness and tenderness. I surrendered to the intensity of the moment, our mouths exploring each other as the world outside faded into insignificance. Drex's tongue sought entry into my mouth, and I granted it willingly, the taste of beer mingling with our shared desire. It was a deliciously intoxicating blend, and as the kiss deepened, it was impossible to resist the chemistry between us. Yum!

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her: