Novel & Cerita Greek Kisses

The couple is kissing passionately; their lips move in the same sync, slowly yet passionately. I wonder how it feels to be kissed by Mr. Greek God. Will he kiss soft and slow like in this movie or be a bit rougher? I don't want it to be soft yet not so rough either. Then the realization hit me: I am dreaming about Mr. Greek God kissing me,"Oh holy moly, Latia, you need holy water to cleanse your dirty thoughts... But then how does it feel to be kissed? I asked myself.

Kataleya obeyed, positioning herself, not waiting to be penetrated. “That's it, stick your ass out for me... “ Igor gave her a spank and before she could react, he went deep into her intimacy, surprising her with a Greek kiss. Sticking his face right in the middle of her ass, his tongue roamed every structure of his wife's intimacy. “Ah, this is so good... “ Kataleya moaned, pressing her hands on the sheets, feeling Igor's tongue exploring her anus and then her vulva.

She had a smile as if she wasn’t feeling devastated earlier. “It’s not something like that,” he corrected her immediately before she could think of a deeper meaning of the kiss. “He’s just thankful, and he paid back through a kiss.” “People don’t do that when they’re thankful. It occurs to people who are close to each other. But when it’s about Yric, I think he likes you.” She even pointed her finger and drew a heart shape in the air that only annoyed him more. “Do you know that you’re not helping?”

When Jackson’s lips touch mine again, my eyes flutter closed, and my anger abandons me. The tip of his tongue lightly traces the seam of my lips and there’s no question what he wants. With a soft sigh, I open my mouth and let him in. He angles his head and gives me the sort of kiss that has me shaking my head at all my former lovers at their complete failure to deliver. But Jackson? He knows how to deliver. His kiss tells me in no uncertain terms that what he wants is me, and he intends on having me.

“It happened! It actually happened! I'm freaking vibrating, babe!” “It was just a kiss,” I said weakly, trying not to combust from their reactions. They both slapped the table. “JUST A KISS?” Grace practically screamed. “You kissed Kurtis freaking Otias! That man has the face of sin, the voice of temptation, and the walk of a Greek god who pays taxes. AND YOU WANNA CALL IT JUST A KISS? Are you deranged?!” Genny hugged me tightly like I had just won a global kissing competition. “I’ve always wondered what those damn sexy lips tasted like, babe! I’m so proud of you!”

"Of course, I do. That's why I'm asking you to kiss me. If you do, I'd not disturb you for the rest of the game." "I won't," Athena said and tried pulling her arm away but Alexander's hold around her wrist was strong. "Let me go." "Just kiss me." "I'll ask my guards to walk you out," She threatened slightly. Alexander was not shaken. "You won't. I'm sure of that," Athena, seeing that there was nothing she could do but kiss him, she leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Done. Now, let me go." "That wasn't a kiss. You literally pecked me, Athena,"

“Her pussy was made for us. It’s going to always be that fucking tight.” I would be slightly embarrassed by this comment if Gael didn’t let out a low growl before adjusting my legs from his waist to his shoulders, grabbing my hips, and beginning to move harder and faster. All I can do is moan as I fist the sheets in my hands and hold on for dear life. Gael throws his head back, his eyes closed as he keeps repeating, “Princesa” over and over again like a prayer. Suddenly, Hakeem is behind Gael. Hakeem pushes my legs from Gael’s shoulders to the bed before bending Gael forward onto me. I use the opportunity to pull Gael into a kiss, biting his lips and soothing the sting away with flicks of

She leaned in, her lips quivering as she waited for his kiss. Henry didn't disappoint. His lips met hers, soft and tender as he moved in closer. Gina sighed, her body melting against his as the kiss deepened. His tongue explored her mouth as his hands moved up and down her back, pulling her even closer. Henry's lips were soft and gentle as they moved over hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. Gina felt her heart flutter as his tongue explored her mouth.

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.