Honey And Spice Book Novels & Stories

Helen startled but Mark stroked her hair and told her stories about the old house. Lily turned twenty seven. She and Ethan talked about moving in together but something held her back. The house perhaps or the feeling that she was never truly alone. Their intimate moments remained frequent and detailed. One weekend they spent hours in her room. Ethan went down on her for a long time bringing her to the edge repeatedly with his tongue and fingers. Lily begged for release her body slick with sweat. When he finally let her come she shook violently calling out his name. Then she took control riding him hard and fast her hips grinding down until they both reached climax together. The details overw

God, she tasted like sin coated with deliciousness. “S-sir…” Her moans were broken as she started to move her hips, riding my tongue like she couldn't get enough, and fuck I loved it. I slid a finger in along with my tongue, teasing her g-spot and she cried out in pleasure as she arched her back.

I bit my lip, fighting the shiver that ran straight down my spine to my clit. The way he said it, all commanding and pissed off, made heat pool low in my belly. I imagined those strong hands grabbing my hips instead of just correcting my form, shoving me against the tile and— “Harper.” He snapped his fingers. “Focus. Out of the water for a minute. We’re doing private work on your breathing before you collapse.” The pool house was quiet now, just the hum of the filters and the slap of water against the sides. Everyone else was gone.

"Linda, do you have no shame? They were your in-laws at one point! I used to be your husband! Didn't I transfer six hundred grand to you already? Isn't that enough?" Hearing that, I turned to leave, tossing out my reply. "It's a separate matter. A hundred grand, take it or leave it." A hundred grand wasn't too much. When Daniel had been broke and I married him against my parents' wishes, I'd gone through two difficult years with him. Once his business succeeded, I was just a pathetic housewife, forced to beg him for money. He never gave me a dime willingly. He always calculated every penny with me, but to outsiders, he spent money like water, playing the role of a generous boss.

I order spicy pasta with pepper soup and just water. Jonas wrinkles his face at my choice of food. "How do you digest so much spice lady Rosie?" I shrug. "Yeah." Amara says. "You only ever eat spicy food. Why?" "Every other thing just tastes like... Ash." "That's weird." Violet mumbles. "Anywho... Today's bill's on me!" "Why?" Jonas blurts out. "That's weirder than lady Rosie's love for spice." Her honey coloured eyes begins to twinkle and she tucks her hair behind her ear.

his voice was thick like honey. “Okay.” He opened his mouth in shock as his eyes widened before moving down to my lips. I felt my breath hitch in my throat and a surge of something foreign sparked between us. But no matter how much I wanted this to work; I wasn’t going to make it easy. “I want to lay some ground rules,” I swallowed hard, breaking whatever hold he had on me only a few moments ago. “Let’s discuss over lunch,” he reached behind me, his chest pressing against mine before swiping the roses he’d just brought into the trash.

They reveled in the simple joys of companionship, finding solace in the shared memories and the comfort of a love that had stood the test of time. Hazel's bookstore had become a sanctuary for the community, a place where stories were cherished, and connections were forged. She took pride in fostering a love for literature and creating a space where imaginations could soar. The bookstore had become a beacon of light, a testament to Hazel's enduring passion for storytelling and community.

She muttered in her small voice. “Of course, honey. I’ll keep you warm and satisfied.” Hendrix said then kissed Kylie on her lips. Now, our classmates have gone wild, cheering for the two of them as their kisses continued to deepen. I shook my head and instead of watching their exchange of kisses, I just kept myself entertained on my phone. Thankfully, after a couple of minutes, our Professor-in-charge on this trip has officially arrived.

Hmph. She took a few bites of olive bread, then reached for a rose-lychee-raspberry macaron—pretty as a jewel and just as delicate. One small bite and she was delighted: the floral scent of rose, the sweet tang of lychee and fresh raspberry—it was perfectly balanced, not overly sweet. She was about to compliment the maid on the flavor when her phone buzzed with a message. She glanced at it casually at first, not thinking much of it. But when she saw the name, her hand froze. The macaron in her fingers suddenly lost its charm. She set it gently down and stared at the screen, watching it go dark. Then, slowly, she picked up the phone again, hesitating before unlocking it and tapping into the m

My body twitched from aftershocks. Still, the hunger hadn’t faded. My wet fingers trailed up to my lips again. I sucked them clean slowly as my eyes fluttered shut. I tasted like honey. And I wasn't even done When the last traces of my juices had disappeared from my fingers, I slowly eased myself out of bed, denying myself the perfect climax I craved. The ache between my thighs pulsed with frustration, but I wanted to stretch the anticipation just a little longer. Slipping an old, oversized T-shirt over my bare skin, I padded downstairs, letting the cool air brush against my still-sensitive body.