Fruits Basket Kisses Novels & Stories

He didn't need further encouragement; he gently cupped her face and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss began tenderly, a soft meeting of lips, exploring and testing boundaries. But as the seconds ticked by, the intensity grew. The initial gentleness gave way to a fervent hunger. Hazel responded eagerly, matching Francisco's passion, their lips and tongues intertwining in a dance of desire.

I make my way to the fruit stand, exchanging a subtle sign with the vendor. “I’ll take a basket of persimmons, hibiscus, apples, and watermelon,” I say. As he hands me the basket, I slip the letters into his hand. He nods discreetly as he tucks them slyly in his coat. I pay him for the fruits before moving on. At the balm stand, an elderly woman, Aria, greets me warmly. “Grand Luna Eve is well, I hope?” “She’s fine,” I reply. “Just complaining about her joints.”

“Nothing. The fruits shall be given to you before you’re hanged.” She got up, ready to leave but in the next second, he yanked her to his chest and before she knew what was happening, he bumped his lips into hers and wrapped one hand around her waist while the other held the back of her head in place. His action caught her by surprise, so she struggled a little until she finally gave in and enjoyed every bit of the heavenly kiss. He broke the kiss a moment later. Locking his eyes on hers, he smiled, “avocado and mangos are nothing compared to your soft, warm, moist, and sweet lips.”

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:

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

I smile at a couple kissing each other and then stare back into my phone when I catch myself prying. I'm standing inside the airport, scrolling through the messages Brooklyn sent me I never got to read. The plane lifted before I got the chance, and I giggle at her latest one. Brooklyn: Have fun in Japan! Enjoy every minute spent with your beloved husband, and take many pictures of your overrated Mount Fiji! And later tonight, don't forget to order your hubby to give you a foot rub. Your pregnant ass will thank me later! "Are you just going to stand there?" Killian complains. "Come on! Speed up! Our bus is leaving in ten minutes!"

Ayesha’s expression morphed from awkwardness to concerned amusement. “Sorry. Sorry, it’s not funny. Well, it is.” He contradicted himself as he looked back at the basket. “What’s in it?” Ayesha raised the basket up and propped it between her arm and hip. “A few treats. Chocolate bars, cookies, and a few sour lemonades that should probably be popped into your fridge soon. A silly thanks you card and these lovely balloons.” She flicked her finger at one of the balloons, and it slammed into the others, making them wiggle around in the air.”

And another. Brandt plucked the fruit away, spun her around and fused their mouths together. The taste of Brandt exploded on her tongue, mixing with the sweetness of the pear and the hint of her own juices. He sucked at her tongue, licking the soft depths of her mouth, guiding them to a new level of lust just with his potent kiss. And then he gently pressed that squishy, sticky fruit to the top of her pubic bone until pear juice trickled down her cleft in a syrupy stream and dampened her thighs.

He looked hot I'm his outfit that she felt like eating him up. ... When they got to the lawyer's office, the first thing Kitty saw before Lawyer Sylvester was the basket of fruits sitting pretty on his desk. Different kinds of fruits was arranged in it, it was wrapped up with a transparent wrapper paper that made her knew it was gifted to him, so even if she wanted, she couldn't ask for any. The bananas looked so attractive to her, she was tasty for them, the entire fruit in the basket, and the strawberry with the whipped cream can by the side, just made her gulp her saliva every minute.

He said with a smile and pressed his lips into hers, she felt bubbling sparks all over her body. She savored a sour but yet sweet taste on his lips, the kiss only lasted a few seconds but it felt like an eternity. "Are those strawberries?" She asked while blinking her eyes in surprise and he smirked. "I got a bunch from the human world, when we went on scouting." She giggled with excitement. "You know that, they are an aphrodisiacs........So, does it turn you on?" it was a soft whisper that made her aroused down there. His manly statue and his scent of vertiver, It made him alluring to Atarah.