A Touch Of Sweetness Free Novels & Stories

it. “Suck it... Ahh... That’s right...” She leaned on the top of me and I almost coughed when she released a lot of juice. I open my eyes from what she did. I don’t know how to scrape her liquids, but it doesn’t smell. It tastes sweet like honey, and I don’t doubt drinking it all.

Hold his sobs that he had been able to last. Fathan did not want to ask a lot of questions, he immediately won Adel's head then put his chest. Holding the girl's body he at this time he knew was fragile. "Not daddy, just cry. Because, all the sweet ones are not all sweet. Love is unique, there is a sweet rainbow. Then, disappeared like a stifling fog. What am I right, Del? " Adel was silent, unconsciously he felt their arms. Warm, it feels like he has felt this. But, this is very different. As if he had felt the sun that was as warm as this sun.

A game of chess with water. He closed the distance until the space between us was the width of a heartbeat. “So you tasted freedom and found it…sweet?” He reached out, not touching, just letting his fingers hover near the fabric at my shoulder. The air between us charged like two poles of a magnet. I swallowed. “It tasted like food,” I said. It was the truth, but it wasn’t the whole truth. I wanted to say: it tasted like the part of me you never let me keep. I wanted to tell him how the silk felt, how the coffee warmed something in me that had been cold for so long. I wanted to spit the words at him and watch them stick.

“Fuck everything, I want you right now.” He dipped his head in the crook of her neck, getting aroused by that sour fragrance of oranges rising from her hot skin. The sourness of orange and the sweetness of vanilla found in the heat of her body made her serve like a pie.

“You’re so sweet, Elena. I bet you taste even better.” Taslah’s hand slipped down Elena’s arm to her waist, her thumb brushing against the soft flesh, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. She stepped closer, the scent of sex and champagne thick in the air around them. “Come with me. We won’t bite. Much.”

“You smell so fucking sweet. Owning you one day will be the sweetest triumph of my life.” “You’ll never own me.” Tristan pressed his lips to my skin. Then his tongue darted out, licking along my pulse point. He sucked and nibbled on my throat, his fingers cupping my head, tilting it to the side. My eyes fluttered shut. The sensations were foreign and mesmerizing. Tristan’s mouth on my throat seemed to send shockwaves through my body, creating sensations I’d never experienced before. His warm body pressed into me, his scent flooding my nose.

The sweet smell that was a bit musky and the taste of it that I enjoyed. Moonlight has a perfectly trimmed hairline, where the hair will not interfere with what I do with my beautiful little goddess of love. I started teasing my tongue again, passing Jade’s love flower parting on my tongue, like eating ice cream, nice and slow until I reached the special little love button. Slowly, then pushing hard the teaser and licking his peanut, flicking it faster and faster, drying it to see what aroused it, bringing it to the hot lust it wanted.

she begged. I didn't have time to dig deeper before she smashed our lips together. Those soft, silky lips devoured me. Burning me from the inside and I couldn't stop it, I didn't want to. Snaking my hand around her waist and pulling her flush against me as I tugged on her bottom lip, colliding my tongue with hers. The taste of strawberry daiquiri tickling my taste buds from the sweetness she emits. It was euphoric, my brain, a mess with only thoughts of her as our lips danced together. A gentle slow dance that heated and turned into something sensual.

He reached past me, grabbed the printout held it up between us with one hand while the other kept teasing me through my panties, applying slow maddening pressure. “Read the headline,” he said. My voice came out shaky. “‘Unlock Summer: Bold Flavors, Zero Guilt’…” He hummed against my neck, approving. Fingers slipped under the lace now found my bare clit. Circled once. “Keep going.” I tried as much as I could, to keep my voice steady. “‘Our new line of low-sugar… ah…’” He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them forward to hit that spot that made my toes curl in my heels.

Of course, Brooklyn doesn't think that's possible, but I won't give up this time. As cheesy as I secretly am, I listened to "fight song" by Rachel Platten on the way here to gain confidence. And now I'm panting and armed with Daria's weakness—Ben & Jerry's strawberry cheesecake. I know she hates my guts for leaving her for three months without a word exchanged, but can she fight her inner cravings?