Honeyed Lips Novels & Stories

“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.

A blue arc of the sky stretched long enough and wide enough that a man could not find a beginning or an end. Her eyes stood out among her jet-black hair, which consisted of curls that fell behind her shoulders and framed her face with a natural wildness she couldn't seem to control. High cheekbones reveal plump lips. He once asked her if she had been bitten by a bee, and then burst out laughing. Now that joke was aimed at you again. The image of a hot mouth that men usually imagined was just like hers – and it had nothing to do with bees. Except for honey. Better to pour warm, wet honey over those plump lips and lick them all slowly.

She looked up at him and smiled, her eyes shining bright like a diamond in the sky. She closed the distance between the rod and her perfect lips. Her lips closed, she moved her mouth side to side, rubbing his dick on her lips like wet lips. She stroked it a few more times with all seriousness and gave the very tip a gentle kiss. Opened her mouth and took it in. She bobbed at the tip for a few strokes before popping it back out, leaving a faint smear of pink lipstick on it.

My arms are stretched above my head, wrists secured with soft silk ropes tied to the table's legs, pulling my shoulders back and thrusting my breasts upward. My legs dangle off the edge, parted just enough to tease, my bare feet brushing the cool floor. Every inch of me is oiled lightly, making my skin gleam, but the real preparation comes from the feast he's arranged on my body. He started with the honey, drizzling it in golden trails over my full breasts, the sticky sweetness pooling in the valley between them and coating my nipples until they peaked hard and slick. Clusters of fresh grapes rest in the hollow of my throat, cool against my heated skin.

wasn't very tasty, but her lips were scrumptious! Ariel gritted her teeth. What nonsense. He'd eaten her cosmetics. How tasty could that be? Ariel felt she couldn't let him have anymore for his own sake. "My lips are very dry, so I need a special lip gloss to keep them moisturized. It's not edible, so I don't think you should kiss me anymore." Christin immediately became angry. "Impossible! I have to kiss you! What lousy lip gloss is this? Can't you just use the type that's moisturising and edible?"

She licks the honey drizzling from her lips seductively, teasing me. My eyes are hypnotized by her tongue as she moves it gently and slides across her delicious lips. I want a taste. I lean in and take my sweet time cleaning all the honey off her lips with mine, tenderly. She cups my cheek as my lips brush against hers. My hands rest on her thighs which are tightly pressed together. I push her hands off my face as I continue tasting her lips. The honey is gone, but the sweet taste still lingers on her lips. I hesitantly pull away from her embrace, and whisper in her ear, “You taste better.”

she whispered, her voice husky in a way that echoed my own past desperation. They moved to her bedroom. I could not turn away. The house kept me there, forcing me to see it all. Tyler laid her back on the bed and pulled the dress over her head, exposing her smooth skin. He kissed down her body, lingering on her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his fingers dipped between her legs. Lily was already wet. He stroked her clit in slow circles, then slid two fingers inside her, pumping steadily as she gasped and gripped his hair. Her hips rocked against his hand, chasing the pleasure.

I replied with a big smile because she dared to ask my name. When I brought my face closer, I could smell the scent of strawberries from the cleavage of her red lips. My Omega is beautiful, sweet, and seductive at the same time, making me unable to help myself. My gaze shifted to those little lips, finding myself wanting to crush her lips. Without wasting any time, I grabbed Damelza's seductive lips, licking deeply every inch of her lip line, feeling the soft, supple texture of her red lips. I tilted my head to make it easier to explore my Omega's entire lip, my canines biting small at each end, then again kissing her lips firmly until I felt Damelza's body tremble.

She opened her eyes when she felt him exhaling on her lips, causing them to flutter in anticipation. He was staring down at her lips with fervent desire. The need to capture and devour them until they were swollen like blood cherries was unmistakable in those hazel orbs. He leaned closer to taste them, finally giving in to the pull. Sometimes submission brings more joy than fighting. Just an inch more. Only a breath of distance was left between their lips now. Their heartbeat accelerated in unison.

They were filled with beauty. Lily's lips slightly parted, ready to savor his soft lips. In the next moment, he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her passionately. He explored every inch of her mouth with his tongue, sharing an intimate connection. He could taste the hint of lemon juice, sweet and tangy. It mixed with her natural taste, creating a unique blend in his mouth.