Aphmau Kisses Novels & Stories

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

The man's tears increased which calmed the woman. "Chaos. I-I don't mean I'm going away, I-we can't talk anymore. We can still be friends--" "Friend?" The man laughed simply "So you treat me as a friend? Just a friend?" His gaze deepened on the woman. "Chaos, listen--" The woman's eyes widened when the man suddenly kissed her. It touched both of her cheeks and even more covered her entire lip. Khione had her eyes open, while Hades continue to savor the moment. He can taste the sweetness of her lips, the softness of it.

My strength paled compared to his, but I wanted my point made. “Moja mała myszko, jak myślisz, co robisz?” Aamon smirked. Fuck, Aamon was hot when he did that. I quickly forgot about my legs and began to kiss his neck, squirming on top of him as I did. Aamon groaned and forcefully flipped me onto my back on the bed, his weight pinning me down. He feverishly brushed my hair away from my face and began to ravish me with deep, passionate kisses. Our bodies melted together as he claimed me, his desire growing with each touch. Despite my soreness, I was still eager and wet for him. I eagerly moved my hips, grinding against his pulsing member as we kissed with unbridled lust and desire.

Grabbing her jaw he leaned closer to her face as his breath fanned her lips and Hooriya involuntary moved forward for the warmth of his lips making him smirk as he fulfilled her unspoken plea. The kiss was deep, passionate, and demanding as they panted but Hamza didn't stop. His lips landed on her jaw and then trailed down her neck. His kisses became hungrier, making her breathing sparse. His veiny hand found its way to her chest as he squeezed her left bosom, the girl jolted in her place and her hands shot up to his shoulders. A whimpering moan escaped her lips when he squeezed it again before massaging it, his thumb stroking her tender flesh.

*** The chauffeur matched the breaks the very moment he pulled into the massive garage of Xavier Le Premiere square. “Here we go, pussies”. He said and wore a pussy mask. He, too, was in for the party. “Come get the door, dick”. Laura said in response, sparking a sort of confusion in my unseen mind. How could a chauffeur call his passenger such weird name, pussy? He alighted and got the door for us, and we alighted, but while I made for the massive ground, Laura stayed back and stole a couple of kisses from the man, before coming after me.

he asked. She smiled. "Definitely less worried." Declan smiled and pressed his free hand into the small of her back, kissing down her jaw line. Amara let out a slightly surprised breath. "Your kisses..." she murmured. "My kisses what?" he said against her skin, then pressed his lips against her, softly sucking near her neck. Amara couldn't respond with words for a few moments, then exhaled again. "Magic. You- your kisses are magic." "How?" His lips continued to move along her skin, now giving light kisses.

Everything felt wrong but I could not stop wanting to feel his lips on mine. Without leaving my cheek, he brought his lips toward me but stopped at a distance as if he was asking me for permission. Instead of pulling myself away, I shut my eyes, and then it happened. My heart skipped a beat when his lips touched mine. It was so good that it felt unreal. I kissed him back with the same passion and he deepened his kiss in which I lost myself. It happened. I got my first kiss from a mafia heir.

My eyes closed on their own as I savor every second his delicate sweet lips touched mine. Memories of me and Grip kissing rushed like a river in my mind. With all the scenarios, what caught my attention was the first time he kissed me. It wasn’t clear but the feelings were. I could hear Gugu’s vague voice and him cursing as though the kiss was forbidden. At that very moment, I felt like I was Aurora granted with true love’s kiss that awakened me from a deep slumber. “Serra? Are you there?” Amara’s voice was followed by the door cracking open.

It looked like no one lived here. But Amara didn’t seem to notice. She stepped inside. Turned to face me. The moonlight through the windows caught her face, illuminating the scar on her collarbone, the shadows under her eyes, the soft curve of her lips. “Damon.” “Yeah?” “Stop thinking.” She kissed me. The first time I’d kissed Amara five years ago, in the forest behind the pack house, when we were young and stupid and believed in fate, it had been gentle. Tentative. The kiss of two people who had all the time in the world.

She was flabbergasted at just how turned on she was by the kiss; it totally snuck up on her. Thrilled that her kiss had disarmed her, Kimberly mounted her cousin, and her tongue ventured farther into that docile mouth. She gasped excitedly into their kiss as she tasted Amber, as she collected her sap into her own mouth. She coated her palate with the sweet fluids, appreciating the little kick left by the vodka. Amber released a low cry of sex before her tongue dipped into Kimberly's minty nectar. Kimberly replied with her own sensual moan as they tangled erotically, mingling their fluids before either girl gulped it down.