His And Her Honey Novels & Stories

Only then did he pull off with a wet pop, licking the cum that had smeared on his lips with his tongue, eyes locked on me. He reached for the honey jar again. My legs were still spread wide, hole exposed and twitching from need. Alex used both hands to pull my cheeks apart, spreading me obscenely open. I felt completely vulnerable as he tilted the jar and poured a generous, thick stream of golden honey directly onto my hole. The sticky sweetness dripped down my crack, coating my rim and slowly sliding inside me. It felt warm, strange, and incredibly… Wonderful.

The only question was, what was he going to do about it? Colin snapped to attention when his aide brought out Honey. Upon seeing the wyvern's shimmering pearly-white scales and warm, red eyes, all his worries and anxieties evaporated. Honey was his fastest wyvern, and also his favourite. She was clever and sweet-tempered, and she always keeps him steady. Just like the girl who named her.

Black to honey. She raised her body on her toes. Getting the hint he lowered his head down. Her lips met him. A soft feathery touch. A peck. A surety that she was there in real. A French kiss. And their souls tangled all over again. With tingles in their bodies. Eyes closed, ravishing the moment through their hearts which at last synchronized together in harmony and peace. He got his sanity back. His love. His life. His happiness. Everything was related to this one girl in his arm.

If his wife walked right in here at this very moment, she would most definitely scream her heart out, and then go home crying. He sat there, at the darkest corner of the club with his friends, highly intoxicated with the effect of the numerous amounts of beer he had downed as Foxy gave him a lap dance, sensually, if I might add. He could hardly concentrate on the drink he was holding, his eyes trained on the infamous full chested dancer. The banker who, in the light, bragged about his perfect home was proving to everyone in the dark, that it was far from perfect. The music in the background of the night club, hit louder and sensual than any other night. And even as I moved, I forgot who I wa

"What did I do? "she asked him .it was like a bucket of cold water was thrown on him, he let her hands go and pulled her into himself. her face was hidden in his chest "how can I doubt her? She is so naive, pure and all mine "he thought to himself and kissed her head. He pulled back and saw her open her eyes, her lips were slightly parted, puffy and pink. "Sorry!" Hazik said and licked her lips softly, as if apologizing with his actions also.

It was the first time that she had the pleasure to observe him up close and she was disappointed by the fact that she loved what she discovered so much. The mature man beneath her would give a first tier model a run for his money if he wanted to. His hazel eyes were curtained by heavy thick eyelashes and even thicker eye brows unlike her own. He had long black shiny hair that had previously been tied in a pony tail which came off the moment he leaped to prevent her fall. His chisel shaped jaws would cut into cheese easily but that was not the point. His clean shaven face highlighted all his prominent features making him look divine.

"Now hold still." "Why—" I drizzled honey over her chest. Sticky. Sweet. Coating her skin. "This is going to get messy," she breathed. "That's the idea." I leaned down. Licked. Following the trail of honey. Tasting it and her. Better than anything I'd ever tasted. My tongue circled her nipple through the lace. The honey making it stick. Making it cling. I sucked. Hard. She arched. Pushing into my mouth. "More?" I asked.

Honey and Tems lay entangled in the soft embrace of the bed, their breaths mingling in the air. The room was dimly lit, radiating flickering shadows across their entangled bodies. After their passionate make-out session, Tems's voice cracked the silence, his voice filled with curiosity. "Why are you here, Honey?" he asked, his voice deep and tinged with a hint of uncertainty. He was peering into her eyes, digging through for answers. Honey hesitated for a moment, her gaze fixed on a distant point at the wall. Hence, she took a deep breath, steeling herself for the truth she was about to share with him.

She was super proud of her legs—so much so that people were always telling her she should get them insured. She didn't have Honey's fair complexion, either; she had olive skin instead. Even so, she was proud of it and never messed with whitening products. She was flawless just the way she was. When it comes to their love lives, Honey got a fair share of it back in college. She got into relationships with a school varsity, a student council president, a law student, a restaurant manager, a co-model, and even a politician’s son. Unfortunately, all these relationships lasted for only six months. None of them goes beyond that, even for just a minute. Not even a second.

She was trembling constantly now, thighs shaking, voice gone hoarse from begging. “Please—please just let me—” “Not yet.” He reached for the honey. This time he didn’t drizzle. He poured it straight from the jar in a thick, amber stream directly over her clit and watched it slide down in slow, viscous ribbons. The honey was warmer than the chocolate, thicker, clinging to every fold. When he finally touched her again it was with the pad of his thumb—pressing the honey into her clit in slow, firm circles while two fingers slid back inside, fucking through the sticky sweetness.