Honeyed Lips Novels & Stories

"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.

The sticky sweetness glided over my skin, warming under his touch. His fingers were firm yet gentle, massaging the honey into every crevice between my thighs, igniting sparks along my nerves. My eyes followed the path of his hands until his lips lowered and kissed my lap, right where my thighs met. My eyes fluttered shut without permission. His tongue flicked gently over my skin, tasting the honey, savoring me. I clenched my teeth to suppress the moan building inside. My fingers gripped the flowers beneath me. When his tongue moved closer to my soaked heat, I sucked in a sharp breath and arched slightly.

“Let’s see what we got.” The spicy, red concoction glided across her pouty mouth that hardly wore a smile anymore. A dash of sugar and vanilla with the cinnamon and clove this time pulled it all together, and when her smooth pink tongue slid across her lips, she realized she got it nearly perfect this time. Her lips rubbed back and forth through the slickness of the spiced cider-flavored gloss as she pushed the wand inside the tiny glass tube.

The husband pressed his wife's body till his body encased her. He closed his eyes and gave his wife a "smooch," loving her smooth, sweet lips. Your lips have an exhilarating and seductive flavor that is smooth and sweet.

Jaja's lips are like vanilla-flavored butter, creamy and decadent, sending a shiver dancing up my spine. As our tongues meet, they begin a sugary-sweet dance-off, twisting and twirling together in a tantalizing tango. The taste is pure ecstasy, like discovering a long-lost ice cream flavor that you never knew existed. When we finally break the kiss, our chests heave in unison, like a pair of overworked bellows. Jaja's cheeks are flushed a delicate shade of pink, her plump lips glistening with moisture. She bites her lower lip seductively, her brown eyes locked on mine, as if daring me to continue this delicious dance.

"Xavi- mhhh Sto- Mhhh N- Ahh! " She whimpered in pain as I bit her lower lips harshly, she parted her lips in a gasp and I wasted no time to enter my tongue in her velvet canvas, the warm walls of her mouth was driving me crazy and I wanted nothing but more of it , more of HER. "So good baby your lips feel so good , you taste like honey... so sweet..."

He could stay in this chair with this woman sitting on his lap, kissing her and stroking her breast forever. And forever it did seem. Juicy was floating somewhere between heaven and earth. When her lips tingled and began to grow numb she finally pulled back. Troy's eyes were hooded and his lips were swollen but he looked as if he could go for another hour of kissing. His hand still held her breast.

“Okay. And you look good too. Ever so handsome.” I leaned in slowly, our breaths mingling as I captured her lips with mine. The kiss started soft, a tender brush of warmth that sent a shiver down my spine. Her lips were sweet, coated with the faint taste of her cherry lip gloss, and the flavor only made me want more. My body responded instantly, desire pooling deep within me, hardening me in an almost painful way.

Her lips curled up Let the show begin.

He was unconcerned, instead, prancing into the mall like I weighed nothing but foam. "Stuff like this will come often, Honey... Do look up to them," He murmured and slowly brought his face closer to mine. Now and then, my body shivered from sniffing his hellish aura. As if I was being compiled, I couldn't deviate my gaze from his till my orbs prowled upon his lips, —he has these moderately small almond-like shaped lips, very pinkish to be blessed for males, and often gloss. I gulped down forcefully while shutting my eyes closed. I heard him chuckle. That even made me fasten them together. Such a punk!