Collarbone Kisses Novels & Stories

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

He kissed her collarbone revealed due to the big T-shirt slide down off her shoulders and pulled it a little more down and moved his lips at the valley of her breasts. "A-a-ah... Joa." she said when he bite her right above the valley of her breasts which made him to caress the same spot with his tongue. He moved his lips more down and reached at her clothed bosoms. While Emiliano was kissing her feet softly making her feel ticklish and she giggled in between making them amused. But soon her giggle turned into a painful yet pleasurable moan when Joaquin had bitten her clothed breast.

I state in a grieve voice, because if this keeps up George will get rid of us all one by one. He nods while gazing into my eyes and then leans down to kiss me. With our lips just a fraction of an inch apart, I feel the tension between us building. Until he breaks the moment by kissing me deeply. At first, it is slow and sweet, but in the end, he goes in for the kill and takes my breath away.

Killian says, smirking when Sebastian's lip twitches. Oh! Sebastian is a sucker for kisses on the collarbone. Killian got him. He reaches for his collarbone. Not so surprisingly, Sebastian stays still while anticipation runs thick in his body. Killian places small kisses all over his collarbones, making Sebastian moan softly. He tries his hardest not to make loud noises. He gasps when Killian picks him up over his shoulder all of a sudden. “Killian, what are you do-” he gets cut off when he finds himself pressed against the wall.

I would intensify the connection of our souls. My lips went down to her neck. I licked her collarbone, which is one of the most sensitive parts of her body. I expected a certain type of reaction from her but she remained still. Normally, this gesture would result in a premature orgasm. That’s how sensitive her collarbone was to my tongue.

It was the first time he kissed me so tenderly, pouring feelings into the kiss. He kissed my bottom lip softly then trailed his wet lips down with kisses and stuck at just below my collarbone. A gasp left my mouth when he started sucking the skin near my collarbone. With the pressure he was sucking I was certain he was going to leave a hickey there. His hands were busy taking off my jacket. He pulled down the thin strap of my dress then I felt his lips where the neck met my shoulder. He placed a kiss there then started sucking the skin too.

Then I kissed her neck. “Good morning, beautiful,” I said with a soft voice filled with encouragement. She was wearing a thin pink-laced bra and panties beneath a sheer rose-colored slip. She murmured, “Good morning, Caro,” and curled into my embrace. “How come I can kiss you on the neck, on your collarbone…” I whispered into her ear as my hand slowly trailed along her slender curves. I squeezed her breasts gently. She moaned. “But you get a panic attack when I kiss your lips, hm?”

He was a rock that I could cling to, and as another wave hit us, I found myself gripping him even tighter. The salt water tasted delicious on my lips as the two of us kissed, and I was getting more turned on by the moment. My chest was heaving, and as another wave splashed into us, I held onto him, my breasts pushing against his muscular pectorals. My hands moved down his neck to his back. My nails dug in, grasping for purchase as his hands moved down to my ass.

I wanted him. He smiled against the kiss, understanding me without speaking another word. In a smooth motion, he twisted and flipped our positions so that I was now laying on the couch with him straddling me. I loved being under him. He kissed down my throat, pausing to nibble on my collarbone before gently nipping at one breast. He didn't stop there. Leaving a trail of kisses, he kept working south until coming to my pants.

I traced his hard skin with my fingers avoiding his wounded pectoral. I followed every curve of his defined muscles, his abs tightened even more at my touch, and I felt proud of myself for making his heart race faster against his chest. I softly kissed his collarbone, and he shuddered. He liked it. He loved it, so I glanced up at him under my eyelashes and smiled at his reaction. He had his eyes closed, his lips parted and breathing hard while I kissed his skin down to his right nipple.