Honeyed Lips Novels & Stories

Jerry crushed the lips of the sexy woman who was sitting on his lap. his hand gently stroked the woman's back rhythmically. Even between his kisses there was a groaning sigh from the woman. Until the time for Jerry's hand to sneak into the shirt, suddenly Jerry's cell phone rang.

It is like all other lips I’ve ever kissed, fade away into oblivion and its only her’s, only Rose’s. She fits me like a puzzle piece, so damn perfect. I tilt my head and brush my tongue across her seam, and she opens on a moan, granting me entrance to her mouth nirvana. She tastes so sweet on my tongue. Honeysuckle and roses mixed with the maple syrup that’s on her pancakes. She hesitantly dances her tongue with mine, but as we continue, she gains confidence and I love the innocence of it. I feel like her first kiss. Her’s are the most wonderful lips of all time. When I pull away, she has a dazed look to her that I love, and I can’t wait to put that look on her face again.

I kissed his cheeks and forehead before placing a loving kiss on his lips, "I'm gonna do my best to make sure it lasts forever. Especially if it means I get to see this smile and hear that laugh again." I grip his waist and pull him flush against my chest as I capture his lips. They fit like puzzle pieces. His lips are as soft as they look, and he tastes like honey. Unable to get enough, I lightly nibble at his lip as my hand explores his back and hips. His lips part, giving me access to his delicious mouth. I immediately explore it before caressing his sweet tongue with mine. He moans softly and I pick him up. On instinct, it seems, he wraps his legs around me while running his fingers thro

She had a slight gap in her labia that revealed her throbbing clit, and she was obviously slick with need even though she’d just been submersed in the water. I brought my mouth down, teasingly biting her lips before sliding my tongue inside her slit. She was as delicious as I’d thought she’d be, and even more addictive. She had that same sweet honey flavor, but with a subtle tang that I appreciated. She was like a fine wine, both sweet and dry, and the perfect blend of all elements.

Mandy faked coughing as if she was gaining back consciousness before the professor’s twitching mouth reached to touch her lips. It was tempting for the old man to imagine that he was going to similarly kiss a young adult’s red and shiny, healthy-looking lips. Mandy made sure to apply a waterproof lip tint before she came to take this class with the aim to keep her beautiful face safe from looking ugly in front of Mike and everyone else. She was not worried about her face getting wet, Mandy was confident in her beauty but she did not want to show her darkened lips due to excessive smoking if she gets or feels cold being in the water. She was aware her lips her dark lips can ruin the beauty of

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.

Plump, pink lips. Beauty beyond compare. My breath is taken away, once more.

he whispered, eyes locked on my mouth. I parted my lips obediently, tongue darting out to catch the drip of honey as he fed me the berry, the sweet-tart burst on my tongue making me moan softly. Some honey escaped, trickling down my chin, and he leaned in instantly, licking it clean with a slow, deliberate swipe of his tongue that ended at my lower lip, sucking gently before pulling back with a wicked grin. “Messy girl,” he teased, voice husky. “Gonna have to clean you up all day.”

I hungrily take him, sucking, nibbling, and brushing my tongue around the lower part of his lips. When he pulls away, I'm breathing so hard my head feels fuzzy. “How do you taste?” he asks, in amusement, and heat rises on my cheek. He can tell. “Does that make me weird?” I ask in a whisper. “Weird is not the right word to describe it,” he smiled. “Then tell me instead,” I tease him by biting my lower lip. The heat wave is slowly creeping its way up but is bearable. His eyes darken at the question. “Warm honey,” he murmurs, leaning forward until I feel his breath. “Thick and slow, spilled over sun-hot skin”

My heat rose like a train up my cheeks , my heart beat got loud , I bite my lip out trying to back away but he didn't let me . " My name is Aaron , everyone here calls me Dean" His rough voice reached me . I nodded as he steps back , He grabbed my bag and motioned me to walk , " So , am I suppose to call you Dean ?" I asked looking back and I saw his eyes trained on something .