Harry Potter Kisses Chocolate Novels & Stories

Although he was confused and shocked by what he heard from him, he couldn't push him away, especially since he was gradually becoming intoxicated by his kisses. Just for a few moments, Harry pushed him to lie down while he was on top of him while took off his top in front of him, which made Felix bite his bottom lip. Then he kissed him again on his lips and down his neck, while Felix closed his eyes and held to Harry's arms. When he reached Felix's chest, they were both stunned when they heard a loud knock from outside the door. Therefore, they immediately got up with a trace of surprise and wonder on their faces.

I can't wait any longer to taste him. Glorious! Sweet! Heavenly! He is a mixture of vanilla and chocolate, with a topping of cream. I wanted to demonstrate to him how skilled I am at kissing, but we only manage one fucking lengthy kiss before he abruptly pulls away. Like, what the freaking fuck? I mean, excuse me!

She came quickly into his arms and their lips locked, both of their tongues probing each other's mouths, as their sexes pushed together. They stayed like this for quite a while, enjoying the kiss and not thinking any further, but finally Harry pushed all the equipment on the side and lifted Mia on to the bench. He went down on his knees on the floor, allowing him access to her legs and pussy. He started kissing up her legs slowly, pushing her skirt up and out of the way. Finally, he reached her drenched panties and started licking and kissing her clit through the fabric. He could not believe how intoxicating he found the smell and taste. Mia was drowning in sensation now. She could not belie

Before we left, he swallowed his daily dose of vitamins, which I had secretly swapped out. I had deliberately delayed him by taking my time changing clothes and putting on makeup. Marigold, on her end, kept pressuring Chester to hurry up since the banquet was about to begin. Moments later, I was finally ready, and we set off. But as soon as we got on the highway, I noticed Chester starting to nod off. Pretending to be annoyed, I complained that he had rushed me too much, and I'd forgotten the gift I had prepared for Florence. I then insisted we go back to get it.

I stared at his perfect lips, wanting to kiss them, as they formed the words. “Yeah, well, I never said I was a good student.” The fingers of one of Noah’s hands made their way to my chin, moving me into a gentle, yet insistent kiss. The kiss deepened, my lips parting to give him more. His kiss was hot and deep, banishing every unhappy thought from my mind. He tucked his head, breaking the connection and allowing me to replenish the much needed oxygen for my aching body. I took an unsteady breath, keeping my eyes closed, feeling lightheaded and wonderful.

There my very first love-kiss! Chelsea nodded her head but her eyes dropped to my lips. "Sophie?" "Yes?" I whispered, Chelsea reached for my hand. She started tracing patterns on the back with her fingertip. Can I....can I kiss you again?" I swallowed feeling butterflies in my stomach. You want to kiss me again.... already?" Chelsea nodded her head. "I've always wanted to kiss you. And well you're mine now and I liked it. I liked kissing you. You tasted like sugar."

Ella said firmly. "And guess what?" Ella said to them, there was no way she'd keep quiet now, she'd make sure to hurt them back. "We just kissed, yes and you see this mark here..." She pointed at the hickey on her collarbone. "That's the Death lords!" She spat out with a victorious smile on her face. "Are you showing off right now?" Lauren asked. "Stop lieing, the Death lord wouldn't kiss you, maybe one of those guards at the gate gave you that, don't you think girls?" Lauren asked.

“Only one kiss per customer.” The audience laughs and Leo blushes. “I just don't want to wait,” he tells the pastor. “I want to kiss her always.” “Well, let her do her part and you can get to the kissing,” the pastor tells him with a smile. “Now, Charlotte, repeat after me.”

Her name appeared in my mind. After a moment, the nerves in my head finally stopped stretching and twitching as if they were about to tear my skull apart. I bent down to pick up the box. It was made of black walnut wood, crafted with meticulous care. Its polished surface gleamed with a deep, warm brown tone. On the lid, delicate carvings formed the shape of forget-me-not flowers — small and fragile, yet symbolizing eternal love and memory. Each petal seemed to have been carved with endless patience, curving gently around a circle representing immortality and connection.