Cigarettes After Sex Keep On Loving You Novels & Stories

I could feel his body vibrate just a little as soon as my tongue touched his earlobe. "Uhmm uhhhm, I guess it's okay. It's just ju..just a cigarette after all" he stuttered, "I'll get another one later" he added. "Awwwn, that's so nice of you" I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck, gluing my body to his. " You know cigarettes are funny. They're just burning sticks in the mouth" he quipped, "They're not a big deal"

Then he reached for a cigar from an ornate box, lit it with a gold lighter, and took a long drag. Smoke curled from his lips as he finally looked at me. "Mi amor, why are you so aggressive?" His accent wrapped around the English words, making them obscene. "You enjoyed me last night. You held me tightly and didn't want me to stop. So what is the issue?" The casual cruelty of it stole my breath. "You're disgusting." My voice shook. "What kind of man uses drugs on a woman to have his way with her?" He took another drag of his cigar, considering my question as if it were genuinely interesting. "Well, I like my meat very tender. So I have to marinate it first."

After that, I said, "We don't need to get the divorce papers printed for now. It'll take some time for it to be processed anyway. We still have time." I tilted my gaze down and walked past him with great difficulty before I said, "Let's go." I turned around to look at him as I spoke. We were less than one meter apart when our eyes met. Nicholas never lifted his feet. He fished a box of cigarettes from his pocket and took one cigarette out. He took a deep puff. When the smoke swirled around his sunken cheeks, he looked extremely sexy. I was a little taken aback and wondered when he began carrying cigarettes around.

My pulse fluttered. I took the cigarette from him and he watched me as I brought it to my lips and inhaled. The coughing was instantaneous, my eyes watering. Dark amusement ghosted through his gaze before he reached forward and took it from me. His fingers brushed mine. “I wasn't finished,” I protested, still coughing a little bit. If I was going to smoke I was going to do it right. Maybe I was a perfectionist but I couldn't leave anything halfway or poorly done. I watched him put his lips on the cigarette where mine had been. Thank God it was dark because my cheeks grew hot. This man had barely even fucked me, yet my body reacted to everything he did like it was magic.

A cigarette dangled between his slender fingers. It was the first time I'd ever seen him smoke. The moment he saw me, he immediately stubbed it out. I stood frozen, stunned, the cold sandwich in my hand falling to the ground. Jonathan strode toward me. Without hesitation, without giving me a chance to refuse, he pulled me into a tight embrace and kissed me. That kiss was deep and overwhelming, with the faint bitterness of nicotine seeping into my lungs—intoxicating. Within moments, I was on my tiptoes, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck, responding to him with equal fervor.

Park inquired after a few minutes of silence. "Same reason you are. For the view and the air." "Hmmm." He snuffed hard on his cigarette, swallowed a huge part of it, and released just a little in the air. "Let's see," he said, nipping the cigarettes into the ashtray on the table. "I am still in love with my ex which certainly abridges your reason." "You are what?" "I am crazy. Say it! I need to hear it from someone other than the one I have been saying to myself. Go on."

There's not much here that I can use on him, so I'm going to have to do a little fucking shopping tomorrow. "You fucked with the wrong one." I laugh, staring down at Tristan, my feet on either side of his head. And then I lift my right foot and hover it over his face, swaying a bit until I catch my fucking balance. While staying still, I take another drag off of the cigarette, sucking the paper down to the filter. I hold the cancerous smoke in my lungs until white dots flash in my eyes. I then blow it out slowly, enjoying the tingles and numbness coursing through my body, and the lightheadedness that follows.

She was still with me,that was all that matters. I could still have her whenever I wanted. Things were okay this way. I shouldn’t want more and I should stop wondering if she wants more. She didn’t. And I didn’t need to complicate anything. Feeling quite edgy,I opened another drawer and took out a cigarette. As I’m about to lit it,I recalled her expression that day. Fuck! It’s not like she’s going to know that I smoked tonight. I could just have a stick…just one stick.

I was going to use that drive to wherever she wanted to go, to fix our problems before they got out of hand. "Are you guys fighting again?" Gabriel asked coming from behind, the smoke of a cigarette preceded him. It was his unique signature, every time the stench of a cigar hit my nose I'd know he is around or he was around. "That's what couples do, you wouldn't know that because I am sure you've never been in love" "Not anymore" he said putting the cigarette off, he went ahead to chew his usual breath mint. So stupid, he was under the impression that the mint would somehow fool his parents. Though the sucker shot me, he was fun to hang out with and sometimes just talked about men's stuff.

" New year, we gonna go somewhere quiet,, far away from the press and work, just the two of us. Alone in our own world okay?." "Sounds like a plan." I smile as he leans in and captures my lips gently. My insides are warm as I kiss back at once. My tongue rolled over his, sucking gently on the swell of his lips. Several minutes later, we pull away, pinky and breathless. I stare at the cancer stick and glare at him. "You do know that smokers are liable to die young huh?." I walk to sit on the bed and he joins me, chortling lowly.