Fruits Basket Kisses Novels & Stories

“And this moment is true.” We both looked at each other without even blinking our eyes. In a second, every moment of ours rushed back through me as if I suddenly remembered the memories that I forgot. He brought his fingers close to my cheek and stroked it, saying “I was never fake with you. I even showed you my vulnerable side which I could not show to anyone. Just trust me on this.” My heart fluttered and my emotions overwhelmed me with his gentle touch on my face. Then his eyes landed on my lips, which already started to shiver. He rested his forehead against mine, which erupted butterflies in my stomach. He said “Serena, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have forced a kiss on you.”

I let a few thrusts and she arches her back as she cums around my cock. As her walls go tight around my cock, making me cum too. My head goes back letting out a groan and my eyes shut as I rode both of our orgasms. After coming down from our highs I pull out and untied her wrists. Her legs give out making me hold her by her waist turning her around making my eyes meet hers. She had an emotion in her eyes, which I couldn't figure out. Holding her chin I smashed my lips with hers, tasting her strawberry lip balm. I guess she loves fruits. It was different this time, the kiss felt like nothing, no emotions from her. She was not giving in I don't know what but it made my heartache at her refusal

The breakfast consisted of bran cereal bars, with milk, dry fruits, and French toast and kisses, kisses, and more kisses. “We are acting like teenagers!” She remarked, putting an almond in my mouth. I kissed her cheek before slipping that same almond into her mouth, “I intend to stay like this, even when we grow older.” “Should I ask them to bring more cashews?” I asked her handing over her coffee cup. “Nah! After coffee, I need more kisses.” I chuckled at her boldness but felt her go rigid against me when I spoke the next words, “I am all in for the kisses, princess. But remember? We need to talk!”

She pushed the lamb around with her fork, barely tasting the one bite she forced down. Dante ate with precise, unhurried movements. The rhythm of his knife slicing through meat, the deliberate clink of his fork against porcelain, was maddeningly calm. It was as though nothing in the world could disturb him. Finally, his voice broke the silence. “Do you know why I demanded that kiss from you?” Her fork froze midway to her mouth. She set it down carefully, her throat tightening. “Because you enjoy controlling people?” A chuckle rumbled low in his chest. “Control is useful, yes. But a kiss…” He leaned back, his eyes glinting. “A kiss doesn’t lie. Your lips tell me more than your words ever will

"Especially with Kisses Junior." I burst into laughter as I shook my head. "We are not naming her that!" He smirked as he leaned forward and peppered my neck with kisses. "It's perfect, like her mother." I slid my fingers around his neck and into the hair behind his head. I turned my neck, allowing him more access as he raised my arousal with every touch. "Absolutely not.' He trailed a line of kisses from my neck to my lips. He gave me a long, slow kiss before pulling back slightly. "Do you know why melons have weddings, Kisses?"

"Come on, Tyler. Quit playing around." He tapped his hand on his cheek. "A kiss on the cheek. That's all I ask." I looked at him for a long while, weighing my options. It was just a kiss on the cheek right? I think I could do that. Finally, releasing a heavy breath, I said. "Fine." I leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek. Just then, Tyler move my phone in front of us, while I kissed his cheek. By the time I looked at the phone to see what he did, he moved the phone from my reach again and began to type something on my phone.

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

The room seemed to pulse with the weight of unspoken words as Felix gently pulled her closer, his hands resting on her waist. Their lips met in a bittersweet collision, a tender farewell that conveyed the depth of their connection. The kiss was a paradox, both passionate and sorrowful, a lingering taste of what could have been. Felix's lips moved against hers with a kind of urgency, as if he was trying to etch this moment into his memory.

Hilda says, walking towards me. "Yes. It's so sad they would not be mine." I reply, adding a smile to conceal my sadness. "It's okay. It's business." Mum pats my hair. "We got you some fruits. They are in the basket." She adds, hoping to change the topic. I look to see the hand woven basket filled with apples, grapes and kiwis at the top of the mini refrigerator, covered in polka dots napkin. I turn to her. "Thank you, mum."

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.