Fruit Basket Kisses Novels & Stories

he rumbled, nuzzling the curve of her neck. Katherine shivered, leaning back into him instinctively. "I wanted it to be perfect for you. Try this." She held up a strawberry, but before she could feed it to him, he plucked it from her fingers, dipping it briefly into her mouth first, his thumb brushing her lower lip, then capturing her lips in a deep kiss, the fruit's sweetness mingling with his taste. The kiss ignited quickly, his hands roaming to cup her breasts through the thin fabric, squeezing the full mounds. No bra confined her, so her nipples strained against the soft material as he pinched one sharply, rolling it between his fingers.

"Don't know highschooler, just because we live in a modern society doesn't mean you get to talk to me as you like. Respect is the word lady." She glared harder. "Well, bet you didn't think about that when you kissed Arc and pushed him away in front of like a million people. " She stared at the fruit basket in his hands pointedly and scoffed. "You can do alot better than that you know. Arc cannot be lured to forgive you with a fruit basket and sass for an attitude."

She says in a hoarse voice filled with lust and I give it to her. This time, I place the whole strawberry by her mouth so she may take a bite. When she does, I watch her lips form a tight seal around it and it instantly makes my cock jerk to the right. Feeling him swell at the mere thought of her lips around the strawberry, brings images to my head of her swallowing him whole.

Her smile seemed to grow even wider as she took my order. “I’ll have the number 2 cheeseburger with everything, an order of half fries half onion rings, and a banana shake. Thank you,” I said. The girl beamed at the two of us, obviously star struck. It felt odd to have someone think I qualified as a celebrity. I knew she was trying her best to pretend like we were a normal couple, Rachel was certainly paying her enough, but her smile was infectious. She grinned and hurried off to the kitchen to start our orders. “How did you do all this?” Jack asked, settling into the red vinyl seat.

He knew I loved it when he spoke in his mother language. “Cazzonare.” (Tease) Before I could utter any words, he forced his thumb inside my mouth, drawing a whimper out of my throat. His long digit rubbed the gloss over my tongue, mixing it with my saliva. “What does it taste like, darling?” Strawberry. I groaned when he shamelessly explored my insides with a slow sensual pace. “You know I don’t like to repeat myself, Rosella." He orbs zeroed on my lips with lust and darkness. It was as if he wanted to me alive there and than.

"You're apologizing?" "You looked really sad." I pointed out. "Well I was sad." She said folding her arms and raising her chin. Starting to look more like Leslie now. "This is the limited edition of the Hibiscus Kiss. Your favorite ladies perfume! And I made sure to be using it for two years straight and I never got a compliment." I frowned at her confused. "Leslie, that's not my favorite perfume. To be honest, I don't remember saying that." I said.

I locked eyes with him and I didn't know when we started kissing and dragged ourselves back into the hut. It got so intense and I started pulling off his shirt while he kept resisting. "We can not do this, my Lady!" Sturbridge complained, holding my wrists to keep my hands away from his body. "It's not proper, you have your husband!" he insisted. "But you love me, you are always there for me. You are the only one who has never given me a reason to be sad." I took my hands from him and held his head while forcing a kiss on his lips.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

Next to me was a basket filled with vibrant fruit and sandwiches. And on the other side, facing me, was him. Kieran. He smiled. I’d never seen him do that before, and most of all, it was directed at me. He picked up a blueberry and held it out. Without thinking, I opened my mouth, letting him place it on my tongue. I closed my lips around it, feeling the tip of his thumb slide against my tongue. The blueberry burst into a riot of flavors and juices in my mouth. And for a little while, I was happier than I had ever been.

Lucia alighted from the helicopter with wind-swept hair and pink cheeks, her eyes scanning the surroundings with eager anticipation. "Looking for something?" Adrian asked, adjusting the sleeves of his shirt as he followed behind her. "My basket," she replied, eyes still darting left and right. "The one with all the fruits." Adrian chuckled and signaled to one of the staff members nearby. Within seconds, her beloved basket of fruits was returned to her arms. She practically lit up, her expression radiant with gratitude and childish delight. "Thank you!"