Collarbone Kisses Novels & Stories

he just wanted to fix this one before the guy got completely angry. He also knew that the debt owed in the past half month would definitely give Winston Barrymore an excuse to torment him to death. Small kisses slid down the ears to the neck. The collar of the crew-neck shirt was neither too low nor too high, just enough to expose a section of the collarbone. Winston Barrymore made rows of teeth marks on it. Jane Hilton said "tsk", and before he could stop her, he felt something hard touching her butt.

Equally arousing! "Wow! You look so hot! I love it!" Axel murmured, captivated. Axel kissed Aura's collarbone, sucking her breast, give a kiss mark, makes the woman’s chest swell beautifully. His hands also ventured southward down there, Aura’s sensitive area, ensuring that Aura was already wet so that she wouldn't need to feel any pain anymore.

Marigold replied with a sarcastic laughing emoji, followed by a stack of documents—Chester's years of bank transfers, the insurance policies he purchased, and a record of Florence transferring 300,000 dollars to the truck driver's wife under the guise of personal compensation. Marigold was the friend who had worked at a bank. These underhanded dealings didn't escape her scrutiny. The truth quickly hit me like a bucket of ice water. Marigold said to me, "Ivy, I've been waiting for you. If a man breaks your heart, come back to me. Let's spend our lives together." We had known each other for over two decades, and she often joked like that. Back then, I would laugh along and tease her, saying, "

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:

I returned it without hesitation, cupping her cheek and letting the moment stretch until it started to unravel something inside both of us. Her hands slid up under my shirt, warm against my skin. I let her pull it over my head. I lifted her shirt next slowly. She raised her arms, letting me strip it away. We fell back into the bed. I kissed her collarbone, her throat and then the line of her breast. Her fingers tangled in my hair, anchoring me to her as she arched up, needing more. I kissed down her stomach, pausing at the waistband of her shorts. I looked up at her in question.

His voice was barely above a whisper. His kisses traveled down my neck to my collarbone. “I don’t want to hear you talking about him again,” he kissed the top of my breast. I sucked in a breath when he tugged down my bra, exposing more of my breast, and suckled on the skin, leaving hickeys everywhere.

I whispered, my touch a delicate caress as I traced the pathway from his jaw to the base of his neck, a journey mapped by the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. Continuing my exploration, I moved to his collarbones, fingers gliding along the edges with an almost reverent touch. "Collarbone," I said, my voice barely above a breath, savoring the intimacy of this tactile examination. The room seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with unspoken understanding.

I felt like a schoolgirl alone with her crush for the first time, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. “I have wanted to do this all night,” Jack whispered, reaching his hand to my chin. He gently guided me to his lips. Fireworks exploded in my brain and I swear a brass band was playing a happy song as he kissed me. I pressed up against him, feeling his strong body mold into mine. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me in closer as his tongue quested for mine. I could have stood there kissing him for the rest of the evening, but the phone began to ring again. Jack ignored it for a moment, but when the shrill sound refused to stop, he released me. His kisses left me breathless, dizzy and cra

"How does it look, Dante, baby? Does it suit your girl?" He groaned softly, a sound that vibrated through me, stepping even closer until his clothed body pressed against my bare one, the fabric of his tee rough against my sensitive nipples. "Like it was made for you, Cass. Beautiful. Mine. God, you have no idea what you do to me." His hands roamed then, cupping my breasts with reverence, thumbs rolling over my nipples until I arched into him with a gasp, sparks shooting straight to my core. "Feels right, doesn't it? This collar—us, here, no more hiding." He leaned in, capturing my lips in a kiss that started soft but deepened quickly, his tongue exploring with the same commanding precision h

I wanted it so badly. Gabe crawled onto the padded lounger with me, pushing my shoulder with one hand and cradling my head with the other as he lay me down. He nipped at my exposed collarbone, dragging his teeth along the soft flesh and making me gasp with desire. The bottom of my dress shifted upwards as I wrapped my legs around him. It felt strange to be so exposed outside, but given that there was nothing but ocean in front of us, I wasn't worried about being seen. Gabe paused in his kisses, pulling back for a moment and looking me over. His pupils dilated further. “You are so gorgeous,” he whispered reverently.