Fruits Basket Kisses Novels & Stories

He went to his knees as he pulled the fabric off, kissing my bellybutton as he ran his hands up and down my legs. He sat back on his knees, admiring the view. I felt a blush creep over my cheeks and I covered my breasts with my arm. Jack grabbed my hand, exposing me to him. “God, you are beautiful.” He leaned forward and kissed my belly, his hands warm on my hips. His kisses were soft and gentle, like heavenly butterfly wings against my skin. A hand left my hip, tracing the line where my leg met my body until he came to the front. Jack looked up, his eyes bright and shining with desire as he dragged his finger along the line down my middle.

“I didn’t know what you’d feel like eating.” Warmth bloomed low in my chest. I leaned over and kissed his cheek before I could second guess myself. “Thank you,” I whispered. His hand slid to the back of my neck, his thumb brushing my skin. “You don’t have to thank me,” he murmured. “You deserve this.” My eyes stung, but I swallowed the emotion down and turned to open the nearest basket. Inside were containers of marinated olives, wedges of pale cheese, fat strawberries, and delicate little pastries that smelled like lemon.

Though it most certainly doesn't look like it. Oh, boy. K reached for the seam edge of her black leather jacket and zipped it all the way up, noticing how Jesse stared at her chest. If looks could undress, K might have been stripped naked now - with the way he looked at her. She leaned again towards him on the table. "Do you... want to kiss me now?" K mumbled under her breath, almost a whisper. It made Jesse's hair stand on ends. "Yes," he breathed. "Though I- I can't right now. I've got a witch's brew of coffee, bagel and cigarettes in my mouth." He pointed his index finger around his mouth, smiling like a cute puppy.

Sabrina asked so suddenly and drank a shot of her drink, smiling in a flirty way at me, and I chuckled, couldn't believe she was still trying to play games with me. "Well, yeah, you should be grateful, you are the luckiest woman in the world cause you are the only one who made me kiss a girl," I asked and her face suddenly painted a confused look, making me think what she was thinking that she was staring at me like that. "Made you kiss a girl? Don't tell me you are gay? Oh-My-Gosh, you kissed me like a pro so you're good because you're actually into men, and what you mean by I made you kiss a girl because you actually kiss men not women?" she said in hurry, she seemed couldn't believe that

" What?? What nonsense is this? I don't want any gift as dues. I wanted you to give me a kiss. " " Open the bag, Mr Fiance... " " No !! I want kisses. " " Open the bag, I will give you kisses." I smiled and opened the bag but my smile dropped as soon as I saw what it was... " This is not done. I don't want them." " But you said you wanted kisses. " " I wanted kisses from you. Real kisses, not these Hershey's chocolate named as Kes. " " But you said you want me to give you kisses... "

he said, showing me a basket which was in his hand. "I have washed them all you can have," he said while handing me a basket full of fresh-picked fruit. "Aww, you didn't have to do that. Thank you" I said while taking the basket from his hand. "Come here," I said, opening my one arm to hug him. He bent down and hugged me. "It's so sweet of you," I said with a big overwhelmed smile on my face and I kissed him on his cheeks. He is so sweet. He smiled shyly at me.

He wanted more, he needed more of her taste. Mason found himself leaning down once again to taste her delicious lips. He was only inches away and he could already taste her strawberry-like lips. But before he could even plant a kiss, Kelsey placed a hand to cover her lips, causing Mason's lips to touch the back of her hand, leaving a tingling spot.

(Iris) The touch of his lips against mine was electrifying, igniting a fire within me that I hadn’t known existed. It was a kiss filled with both passion and restraint, a silent acknowledgement of the unspoken bond between us. In that moment, everything else faded away. His warm hands framed my face gently, drawing me closer with a tenderness that contradicted the intensity of our kiss. Our breaths mingled, creating a shared rhythm that echoed the unspoken understanding between us. It was a moment where words were unnecessary, where every touch, every heartbeat, spoke volumes about the connection that had quietly grown between us.

The look on his face has me melting "I love you too, Ber. Goodnight" A/N: Let's play a small game. Who would you kiss, hug, slap, kill or marry among Strawberry, Chocolate, Cream, Caramel, Vanilla and Doctor Sweet?

When he was sure everything was okay—that these were good tears, healing tears—he finally let out a long, relieved sigh. "Princess," he said, opening his arms wide. "Won't you give your old Grandpa a hug? It's only been a few hours, but I miss you already." Little Kiara, her face still wet but her heart lighter, climbed down from the bed and ran into his embrace. "Hmm, here, this is yours," he said, handing her a beautiful basket of fresh fruit, overflowing with grapes, apples, and strawberries. "That's unfair," Bianca pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm the sick person here, Grandpa."