I Can't Stop Staring At Her Tttt Face の小説・ストーリー

The more I watched her, the more I couldn’t take my eyes of her. I watched how her hair dipped to the side, and she tried to take a sip from the spoon. Her long eyelashes fluttered as she closed her eyes shut the moment the spoon entered her mouth. And the way her lips puckered at the taste of the spoon. For some reason I was entranced by it. I was so stuck on her appearance, that I didn’t notice thr bowl was empty until she pointed it to my face. “Look, I’m done, what are you staring at?” She clicked h4r tongue.

I was looking at her intensely, with a grin on my face. Her: Stop staring at me! People will notice. Me: I can’t help it. You’re gorgeous. You’re driving me crazy. She stared at her screen for a long time. She had a smile that she couldn’t wipe off her face. I hadn’t seen her this happy in a long time. Like looked like she had just opened her Christmas present and found everything she asked for wrapped up for her. I felt warm and happy knowing that I caused her that happiness.

Her hands are so small that's tightly wrapped around my bigger one's. "Tariq" she called my name making me clench my jaw tightly. I look at her with a tight smile on my face. I look at her face. God! She's a seductress. "Tariqqq" she whined making me come out of my wild thoughts. I cleared my throat while looking at her. She have this cute frown on her face. "Why are you always looking at my face like that?" She asked me while tilting her face sideways.

She faked a frown immediately, and hit me on my shoulder, while I just laughed critically for a while before we continued working. Though if I had the opportunity to have another round of sex with her, I will gladly jump at the offer, because I really can't get enough of her. I really love this woman, and it's just her that can make me go so crazy over her, and want to have her every single minute. No matter what I don't think I can ever be tired of her even for a moment. I just love this woman so much. I thought while still staring at her. "What are you staring at, or is there something on my face?" She asked immediately and she noticed I was staring at her, as she took her hand to her face

“What, I am supposed to stare at you all day now.” “I stare at you all the time, you staring at me isn’t a crime” I cooed “ but I didn’t ask you to.” She hissed. “ you didn’t, but I enjoy watching you, your face is my newest addiction, seeing you naked, and the face you make when you come, fuck, I should have it paint.” I said teasing her. She made a disgusting face.” You are so impossible.” I brought my face closer to hers, close enough that I could see the faint tremble in her lips. She tried to hold my gaze, but her resolve cracked. Her breath shuddered as my thumb brushed the edge of her jaw, tracing the line down to her chin.

She murmured then softly pressed the Q tip to my cheek while I stared at her face. Up close, she didn't really look that much like Charlotte. I outlined her features with my eyes till it settled on her lips. “Stop staring at me like that” She murmured softly without meeting my eyes. “Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?” I questioned as I reached out to caress her arm, unable to keep my arms off her any longer. Her being this close was doing things to me. “No…” “Then what is it? Why can't I stare at you?” I urged, and she shook her head.

She paused to see any reaction from him but he just stared at her, no reaction whatsoever on his face. She sighed and continued "Staring at you in class shows how much I like you and how much I want to imprint your face in my head, so if I don't see you at least I could remember your smiling face, your beautiful but sad eyes, those sad eyes I will make them happy cause each time I see you laugh, I love it." She takes his hands and held them, they were much bigger than hers, she smiled, she look up at him again, their gaze locked she continued "Each time I see those sad eyes look at me, I feel so nervously happy"

Taking me by surprise, that her tattoo was freaking glowing in the dark It glowed just like the color of her hair, violet, like her name. It bathe her face with some ethereal glow. I was kinda mesmerized staring at it. She does look like a goddess. I didn’t realize that I have been staring on her face for a quite longer than I intended.

Trying to act tough even when she shouldn't be. "Don't do that", I stop her immediately. That gets her attention. "Don't do what?", she tilts her head back at me again. She probably didn't realize it but our faces came close enough now, almost making her nose collide with mine. This close I can see her beautiful eyes and how they shine against the faint light from the TV, I can't help but get lost in them. "The thing that you always do when you don't like something. Withdrawing. Don't do that with me", I whisper, my voice suddenly huskier for some reason.

She places the mask beside her before looking at me with a smile while raising both of her eyebrows. She asked playfully, "What can you say now?" I observed her whole face, and I could say that she was really a beautiful woman. She has a red and kissable lip, a pointed nose, and clear skin on her entire face. When she saw that I didn’t answer, she immediately cleared her throat and smirked playfully, which means that she was obviously teasing me because I was openly staring at her face. This made me somehow embarrassed, so I bit the inside of my cheek and averted my attention to the food in front of me. I heard her chuckle again, but I didn’t comment on it anymore since I didn’t want to emba