Honeyed Lips Novels & Stories

The taste of her soft, supple lips was like a sweet elixir, a tantalizing blend of warmth and passion that ignited a fire within me. As our lips parted, a trail of gossamer sensations lingered, electrifying the air around us. I pressed my forehead against hers, relishing the intimate closeness as our breaths intertwined in a symphony of shared desire. The mingling of our exhalations created a delicate, melodic rhythm, a sensual harmony that resonated deep within my soul.

She pressed on it for a few moments before roping it through her lips. She rolled it around and licked it. She released it just to lash it some more. She slid her tongue around the surrounding crevices before powering it through my elaborate layers. Her ravishing was thorough. Every morsel of my honey pot was being systematically and methodically trounced. The trouncing was aggressive but not brutal.

Honey. The taste of sweetness. And so much sugar that it can get you high. So sweet that it can get your brain numb and your senses zapping. Falling somewhere deep and the same moment when it hits you all with full force. A satisfied eye roll and head hang back while a moan escapes your lips. That is exactly what happened when Andreas pressed his lips on Annalise’s pink and soft ones. Digging his nail into the skin of her jaw, Andreas, forced her to wince and part her lips.

She giggled as I bit my lip, she wasn’t wearing any underwear. “You’re gonna kill me baby” I growled out before dipping down to take her smiling, fire engine red painted lips. She tasted sweet, like candy or honey and it made my insatiable lust for her grow to unattainable heights. I nibbled on her lush lower lip before slipping my tongue deeper into her mouth, moaning as more of her sweet essence exploded on my taste buds. I stroked her warm tongue, swallowing her low moan as my fingers dug into her soft skin.

She then whispers seductively into his ears, licking his lobe with her tongue. “I’m going to coat a part of my body with honey and lay on the table in front of you, you have to find the honey with only your tongue, nothing else. Are you ready to play?”

God , it looked nice on her! "You want me to feed you?" She echoed my request, her face contorted into a sneer. " What else do you want me to do? Wipe your tushy after you've gone number two?" The glossy sheek of her strawberry scented lipgloss had me entranced as her lips moved , every uttered monosyllable bouncing off her vocal cords sounded like the immaculate ring of a cherubim bell mimicking the glorious sound of her voice. My gaze raked the delicate features of her youthful face that seemed to age gracefully, engraving the memory deep into the contours of my mind , like a pirate cherishing his most precious treasures in his treasure chest.

He keeps his left hand on her left thigh—she is wearing a short—so she can feel his warm fingers arousing on her skin, giving her goosebumps. He chewed her upper lip along the honey a couple of times while tilting his head left and right. She closed her eyes as soon as the pleasure took over her body—his lips were so warm against hers, but the honey was so cool against her skin. Literally, she is feeling itchy all over her body, making her forget everything. He is chewing her upper and lower lips one after another while sucking the honey around her skin again and again with a two-second break-gap.

The spot I'm lying on is now warm from my heat. “Wider for me,” he teases. “I need to marinate your pussy.” “Oh, god,” I mumble. My legs stiffen and my toes form a lump from intense curling. When the honey mix pours on the top of my pussy and glides down my slit, I drip. Wet. Slippery. It mixes the honey and smoothly runs down my body like butter. “I see that, my rose.” He faintly chuckles. “The wet sloppy sound your hissing pussy makes is too loud not to notice.”

This time the kiss is less feral as I gently kiss from one side of his mouth to the other, then kiss him dead center on the mouth. He seems to relax, as if letting me take control. I teasingly lick his upper lip with the tip of my tongue, and he opens up for me. I’m not done exploring, though, and I trace his upper lip before doing the same across his bottom lip. He tastes sweet and spicy, like honey and cinnamon, a dangerously delicious combination.

Spicy sweet. She bucked, but his grip on her legs held her steady, keeping her in place as he tasted her thoroughly. He flattened his tongue, lapping the honey from every hidden fold. As he sucked her pussy lips into his mouth, the tip of his tongue sought her clit. Flicking that little nub over and over until it plumped. “Oh. Yes. Like that.”