A Taste Of Sweetness Novels & Stories

“I said a lot of things that night, including how you were the sweetest thing I had ever had. Of course, all of that was a lie. Surely, you didn’t think I was actually telling the truth?” He shook his head. “Will it kill you to be sweet just once? I mean, you’re asking to fuck me, can’t you conjure up any iota of sweetness?” I chuckled as I undid my zip. “You’ll get sweetness from Ivy, not from me. Sweetness doesn’t get you anything. Instead, it gets you played, it ruins you…”

Does it taste as sweet? Elaina lifted one leg, planting the sole of the flat boot she wore on the silk comforter without a second thought. She pushed at her leggings, lifting her hips and yanking them down with the one free hand, because it was going to be way too painful to remove the other hand from her breast. It was awkward and required a lot of moving to get it right, but she finally had the leggings down to the one ankle that was up on the bed. It is sweet. He continued as if he knew she was now open and ready. It’s sweet and you want to be tasted, devoured. You want full consumption and a release that will leave you wilted and sated.

Steve was lost in thoughts. He could not forget the delicate arms with soft warmth wrapped around his neck. He pulled her close and kissed her lips with a compelling hunger he had never experienced in his entire life. He pried her mouth open, plunging into her mouth without hesitation. Saving the sweet vanilla flavour of her velvety tongue. She was like a breath of fresh air, very innocent and refreshing. He deepened the kiss drawing her lower lips into his mouth and sucked greedily.

Keeping my eyes connected with her. The second I taste her on my tongue. I know I am going to be waiting to slide home so I can taste her from the source. I normally have no interest in going down on women, I don't enjoy it. But with her I want to so, I can drink down the best fucking thing to ever grace my lips. She is sweet with a slight bit of saltiness to her. Like salted caramel. Yes, that is exactly what she tastes like. I groan and fight to keep my eyes from leaving her to roll into my head. After I have licked them clean of every drop.

The tip of his tongue ran along the inside of me, then back out, up to my clit… and began lapping, softly, quietly, gently. Back when I was a kid, there were these pieces of sugary bubblegum I used to buy at the store. Little hard pink cylinders, individually wrapped and dusted with sugar. The best part was when you took it out of the wrapper and popped it in your mouth. With that first taste, all the sugar just burst out over your tongue, filling your mouth with unbelievable sweetness. That’s what my pussy felt like now. Sweetness. Sugar. Soft and warm and wet with pleasure as his tongue lapped at me, caressed me, played with me, teased me, pleased me.

It was ownership—her grip tightening around the last thing she could still keep from him. The room tilted again as he tried to push himself forward—tried to make his body obey the urgency in his mind—and his strength betrayed him in the same instant. He drew in a breath too quickly, too shallow, the way drowning men do when they break the surface. At first he only tasted the usual bitterness—herbs, wax, medicine—familiar as a prison. Then something sweeter threaded through it. Faint. Almost imagined. He blinked hard, breath hitching. The sweetness lingered anyway, clinging to the back of his throat like a film. It didn’t belong with the herbs. It was too smooth for sickness. Too deliberate.

Just great. I brushed my teeth to get the bad taste out of my mouth, when I felt a presence behind me. “Are you okay?” Kieran said, standing at the door as I looked at him through the mirror. “I'm fine. It was just the smell of food that made me sick,” I said when I felt him walk over and stand really close to me, causing my senses to go haywire at his touch. “I missed you,” he said as he kissed my shoulder, making me close my eyes and let out an accidental moan.

Something that had tasted power and found it sweeter than anything else in the world. And now i wanted more.

And Adrian kept watching me with that intense, almost devouring gaze, as if he were a part of what I was tasting. “Are you sure you don’t want some?” I asked, licking the inside of the spoon where the syrup had pooled. “I’m not fond of sweets,” he said, mouth curving in a lazy smirk, “but if it comes from you, I’ll enjoy it. Show me how to savor it, Baby. You seem very good at putting on a show.” I bit my lip, then slowly scooped another round of ice cream and brought it close to my mouth. I gave it a soft lick, then closed my eyes as I wrapped my lips around the spoon, letting the sweetness fill my mouth. Cold. Sweet. And… indulgent.

"One kiss, and I'll go." I couldn't move. Just stood there transfixed, eyes set on the fullness of her mouth. Closer again, and I could taste her on my tongue. In the air around me. Those glossy, pink lips with a hint of berry coloring smelled of sweetness. Fruity. "Kiss me." My tone came out harsher than I intended - hunger that lay just underneath the surface now a palpable presence. "Now." And she did. On my next breath, her plump lips brushed once...twice, before pressing firmly.