Honeyed Lips Novels & Stories

I tease, my cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and delight. He chuckles softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, that, and the fact that your lips are like sweet honey," he replies, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on my lips. It's just a brief touch, but it sends a surge of heat coursing through me, making my heart race.

The more a saner part of me tried to tell me how wrong this was, the more this slutty part of me got even more aroused. "Hmmph" I whimpered as his teeth grazed my nipple. "I could really do with something as sweet as honey" he groaned and before I could tell what was happening, he had pulled his fingers out of me and was spreading honey over my chest and my tits. Slowly, he spread the honey in a thin trail up my neck and finally stopped at my lips. My breathing had turned heavier and my tits were heaving with every breath I took. I watched as he lowered his face to mine and kissed my lips fiercely.

Anna Harris "Your lips are so delicious, like honey coated strawberries, like sweet nector on the flowers." He whispered in his sexy voice in my ear and sucked on my bottom lip. I arched my back in pleasure his skilled rough hands were giving on my naked body. "But your eyes are more beautiful my sweet kitten like two jewels in the vast ocean, so full of innocence." He blew hot breath on my face but my hazy eyes were rolled back in ectasy. I waited for this moment for two years.I was ready to surrender the one thing I treasured for twenty four years of my life.

He smiled like a love-sick teenager. “Yeah just like that. I bet you haven't seen her. She has black eyes, that look glossy when you expose them to the light. Then she has plumb lips that are red on their own. They taste like honey when you kiss them. So soft and yet so firm. Like kissing flowers.” He looked at me, I was wearing a mocking look on my face. “What?” “I am just amazed by how un-ridiculously love-sick you look right now. “Haha, very funny.”

With one hand on her waist and another on her nape, he came closer, close enough to feel his breath. "There is honey," His fingers gently ran across her lips, causing her face to redden even more. "...here as well."

He unscrewed the lid with a wicked grin, dipping two fingers into the sticky sweetness. “Let’s make this even sweeter,” he said, his voice a dark promise. He drizzled it over me…starting at my breasts, letting it trail down my stomach in slow, warm rivulets, then lower, coating my thighs and finally pooling right over my center. The honey was cool at first, then warmed against my heated skin. It dripped everywhere, making me glisten under the dim lights. Gavin set the jar aside and lowered his head. His tongue flicked out, lapping at the honey on my breast…long, flat strokes that cleaned every drop while teasing my nipple into a hard peak. I whimpered, my hands fisting the tablecloth.

He delicately outlined as if to engrave her inch by inch into his heart. Asleep, Haley appeared especially gentle, her cheeks soft and supple, radiating a healthy pink hue. Like the beautiful, pink petals of a cherry blossom, her lips shimmered with a moist gleam, resembling a freshly ripened peach, enticing someone to pluck and take a bite. Shane's heart stirred, and he leaned in to lightly peck her tender lips. They were soft, carrying a hint of sweetness unique to a girl, enticing one to get lost in their embrace.

Don't like that but since we are alone and not in public, I like that. Her lips were painted a deep, seductive red, curving into a slight smile as she gazed down at her wine glass. My throat went dry. Those lips… God, I remembered what it was like to kiss them, soft and warm. And right now, all I could think about was what it would be like to taste them again.

She just moisturises her lips, which gives them shine; her lips are pinkish enough to be soft and sweet like candy. He rolled his finger on her lips before taking it between his thumbs; she moaned and looked at him in shyness. He smirked as she moaned with his touch. The moment he kissed her lips for the first time in the wedding stage, he was addicted—it was like sugar candy, so sweet. He doesn't like sweet, but her lips taste like damn jelly. His mind and heart are yelling at him to kiss and suck her lips over and over again. He pulled her head up, grabbed her chin, and made her look into his eyes.

If I’d known dessert was the key to her heart, I would have brought cake to our first meeting. “You have some honey on your lip, here let me—” She smacked my hand out of the air with impressive reflexes. “If you touch me again, you’ll have to buy me a whole apology bakery.” Not that much of a foodgasm then. “Fair enough. Here.” I touched the left corner of my mouth, watching her mirror the movement automatically. When she didn’t find anything, confusion rippled across her features. “Sorry, just kidding. Here.” I ran my pinky along my cupid’s bow, and she copied the gesture, searching for honey that didn’t exist. The image of her touching her lips embedded itself in my brain for later use.