Aphmau Kisses Novels & Stories

the man asked in a hoarse voice. Amy just shook her head in response. Jack, shifting his gaze from her brown eyes to her lips, swallowed hard and whispered softly: - I want to kiss you, feel the taste of your lips, enjoy their softness and tenderness. Emily, as if spellbound, silently watched Jack, who began to lean towards her. Goosebumps ran through her body. Unable to bear his gaze any longer, in the depths of which a passionate fire began to grow, Amy closed her eyes. In a moment, she felt his breath on her skin, and then warm, demanding male lips touched hers - soft and supple.

he whisper between the kiss as he gently took her hot wet tongue so slow sucking on it. “ Aa…Aaron, fasten up a little please” she said because she have never been kissed this slow before. Aaron release her lips smiling. “ fasten what up?” He asked for Amanda to drag him in for another kiss but this time she took the lead, the kiss was hot and passionate as the lips makes sound inside the quiet room until a knock was heard on the door. “Ohwww. who’s that?” Amanda asked not wanting to release the kiss. Aaron smile releasing the kiss because he’s already going out of control which he’s not allowed to.

Waves lapped at our feet as he pulled me further into his lap to kiss me again I wanted to kiss him for eternity with just the sun and the waves as the world. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured reverently, taking a strand of hair and tucking it carefully behind my ear. “So are you,” I replied, blushing. I wished my words were better, but they were still true. His chest was hot and smooth against my bare arms as he pulled me into yet another mind-shattering kiss. “Charlotte is going to wonder where we are,” I said with a giggle as the sun continued her climb. “Let her worry for a moment,” Bastian whispered, his lips going to my throat. I moaned softly as he nipped the delicate flesh. I was t

Then he cleared his throat and took on his intimidating aura again, leaning back on the couch and started speaking. "I just want to talk about some few things. Do's and don'ts for this deal." I think that's what Miss Amara said last time. I nodded in response and waited for her to continue. "First don't; No kissing on the lips." She said it seriously. "Really? Are you serious?" I immediately responded, realizing too late what my answer implied. I bit my lower lip and avoided eye contact, softly saying,

Feeling thrown off balance, Amara pressed her hands against his chest to steady herself. "Oh, wow… That certainly didn't feel like a goodbye kiss to me," she said, her voice husky with the desire he'd so easily stoked. "You're right, precious. It wasn't a goodbye kiss," he admitted and feathered his thumb along her bottom lip in a soft caress. "It was a kiss asking you to take a chance on me, on us. It was a kiss asking you to stay by my side. It was a kiss telling you that I’m here, for you. It was a kiss telling you that you got me."

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“Do it properly, or tomorrow your father wakes to find the debt unpaid.” Her throat tightened. Rage surged in her veins, but so did desperation. Slowly, hesitantly, she lifted her face again. This time, her lips brushed his, soft, fleeting, but real. A kiss. The world seemed to stop. Heat shot through her veins, uninvited, unwanted. For a moment, she felt the strength in his stillness, the danger coiled beneath his restraint. His lips didn’t move against hers, but his hand tightened on her wrist, steadying her as if she might break.

she stammered, her voice filled with remorse. But as Amani moved to cover up her painting, Malakai grabbed her, pulling her into a tight embrace. In that moment, he silenced her self-doubt with a passionate kiss that defied words. It was a kiss filled with urgency and longing, their tongues entwining in a dance that spoke volumes, a kiss that reassured Amani that she had touched Malakai's heart in ways she never thought possible. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back with equal passion. The ardency of their connection was so intense that Amani felt as though she might faint from lack of oxygen. However, air became insignificant as she couldn't bear to part her lips from his.

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:

The stench of blood and terror clung to the air. I went to the first man, the weaker one, the one whose whimpers had filled the room for the past two days. He did not glance at me. Coward! With dramatic caution, I leaned forward, my lips grazing his cheek as I kissed him. Then another on the other cheek. And then one on his forehead. A blessing. A farewell. I inhaled and took a step back, cocking my head to look at what I'd created. Red lipstick stained his sweaty, pale face.