Chocolate Kisses Movie Novels & Stories

He pulled away and raised up her head before placing his lips on hers. She melted completely into the kiss and ran her hands through his hair. She then suddenly pulled away. "What happened?", He asked. "Chocolate." "What about it?", He asked as he cocked an eyebrow. "I just ate chocolate and you kissed me." Realization dawned on him and he opened his eyes wide. "Oh shit! I totally forgot", he said and chuckled. She was already getting scared. "What happens when you take chocolate?" "Rash appears on my skin." She covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh My God! What do we do?"

The last step of our little IVF injection ritual is for him to reward me with my favorite chocolate bar; unwrap it, put it in my mouth, then kiss me until it melts, or we both melt on the nearest surface we can find for a hot make out session. So that was it, he asked if that same chocolate bar I had years ago still taste the same. For God sake, go buy a new one if this is the last package you have! I'll gladly give you a hundred bucks if one can't make you decide if the taste has changed or not. Why would you come and kiss me for a taste? And why the hell am I returning his kisses, eating his tongue with the same intensity he's doing me, acting like a hormonal teenager who lacks experience

They both leaned closer over the table, the warmth of their drinks mingling with a growing tension in the air. Then, in a moment that felt electric, their eyes locked. The laughter faded away, replaced by something deeper, a silent understanding passing between them. Time seemed to stretch as Marley leaned in slightly, her breath mingling with the scent of chocolate and the liquor she had just drank. Without breaking eye contact, she closed the distance between them, her lips brushing against his in a gentle yet bold kiss. It was soft at first, a hesitant exploration filled with the sweetness of chocolates and the thrill of something new. Jonathan felt a rush of warmth, his heart racing as h

he said, acting nervous around her all of a sudden as they continued to sit there and watch Scarlett Johansson kiss Jonathan Rhys Meyers on screen. Damn, movie! He thought. “So, tell me, what is then that kind, that specific kiss that usually ends in sex? The kind that involves tongues?” Perhaps some people may find her interest in the matter a little odd and, in some way, misplaced since she was already twenty-one years old and shouldn’t be asking about these things anymore. But when she told him she never watched that many movies, what she really meant were that she had only seen a couple since her release from Aishcliff six years ago. And even before then, she had not seen any.

I want it, and now. My hand goes up to her chest and, in one swift movement, I pull down the fabric of her dress, revealing her breasts, the nipples hard and pink. Without hesitation, I take a piece of cake from beside her and rub it over her nipples. I pull my mouth away from hers and fall into her mouth, licking and sucking the chocolate that covers her skin. The taste is addictive. Kiki moans softly, digging her nails into my hair and pulling, encouraging me to continue. I suck harder, alternating between licks and sucks, while my hands explore her thighs, moving up the warm skin until she opens her legs wider for me. Her breathing quickens, her body arches, and her mouth returns to mine

as she need to know why I told to be calm at that time we seen all the movie calmly while she is eating her chocolate and feeding me in middle when the main erotic scene came I'm examining her expressions she is becoming red this is the perfect time to tease her I started pressing her waist while kissing her neck she is biting her lips to control moans I moved her shirt to fall from her shoulder and kissed on her shoulder my hand stopped near her cleavage I made her to turn to face she is closing her eyes with fear I unbuttoned first two buttons of her shirt and kissed on her collar bone she said "umm prince" I chuckled and bited on her neck she vinced with pain I cupped her cheeks and seale

Hope fell as he saw something in my expression that disappointed him. “Forget it,” he mumbled, releasing me and looking away. His shoulders hunched and he moved to leave, but I wasn't about to let him get away that easily. He couldn't kiss me like that and just run away without an explanation. I grabbed his shoulder and spun him back to face me. He frowned, his brown eyes filling with heartbreak. I looked deeper, trying to understand what was going on. Passion and something sweet burned deep within their coffee and caramel swirls. The black of his pupils threatened to suck me into their depths and made my heart melt and core heat. His kiss had awakened a deep need, and my body was responding

She had never thought words like that could make her hot and wet so quick. Francis leaned down and claimed her lips instantly earning a moan from her. Her brains literally went off from his sensational touch and heart melting kisses. She loved his kisses although they literally made her loose her sanity. He shoved his tongue into her mouth which she gladly accepted, she wrapped her arms around his neck wanting to taste him more and better.

I was peaceful. He picked seats in a dark corner, and we watched a romance movie. His hands traveled underneath my shirt, squeezing my breasts, going from one breast to the other, toying with nipples. Still playing with my breast, he leaned in and sucked on my lips, licking the slit in between, waiting for permission to explore my mouth. Lost in the sensation, I parted my mouth and let him in. He tasted like warm, hot chocolate on a cold day. Savoring his taste, my tongue explored his mouth in a passionate kiss.

His thumb wanders freely across my face, and then his gentle lips touch my cheek. This is wrong. I kissed a total stranger in the dark, and I liked it. The lights come back and spread across the hall. The music resumes, and everyone greets each other with a “Merry Christmas!” But I’m too occupied to mind them. I lift my head again to see who it is. It’s the gold mask! “Oh, no.” His lips slowly curve into a seductive grin, then he turns. I reach out to stop him, but Kristoff finally appears, looking exasperated. Not because he saw the kiss, I doubt he did. It’s because his shirt is stained all over with the red cocktails.