Novel & Cerita I Caught Him Looking At My Lips

As my eyes traveled over his figure, I caught a lipstick stain at the corner of his lips. “You have something here,” I told him, gently swiping my thumb over his cheek. As my thumb brushed over his mouth, he suddenly opened his lips, sucking my finger into his mouth while keeping his eyes locked on me. I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as a rush of warmth flooded my entire body. His tongue caressed my thumb, teasing it slightly before he released it. His voice was husky with desire. “Please tell me you are not sleepy.”

I said He came closer to me with an intense gaze, his eyes boring holes inside me, he raised my face with one hand so my eyes could meet him. He used his thumb and middle finger to press my cheeks so my mouth could open wide and used his other middle finger to run through my lip outline. "Things I could do to and with these lips," He muttered, I was both scared and confused, I had come to the realization that I wanted this more than anything, I wanted him to take me hard it was all I thought of half of the day.

"My mother is in good health." "Great!" he exclaimed, his gaze lingering on my lips, a subtle desire evident in his actions. Slowly, he caressed my lips, a gentle exploration that set my heart ablaze. Succumbing to the moment, I parted my lips, inviting him closer, surrendering to the magnetic pull between us.

Why kiss me if he doesn't love me? "Who is she?" I mumbled almost inaudibly, and he looked at me, perhaps catching the undertone of uncertainty in my question. “What was that?” He asked, as he pressed me against the wall, trapping me between them. My gaze fell onto his lips, and an irresistible urge to lean forward and taste them surged within me. He gently tilted my chin upward, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Look me in the eyes and ask again,” he remarked with a smirk, his lips curling seductively.

I stared at his lips with so much longing and finally sighed out in defeat. I held unto Knox Chin, my hands more active than it would be in some other situation. Knox swiftly turned to look at me, blinking in confusion. I took a long gulp of my saliva before pulling him closer to myself, my lips crashing into his. It was what I wanted.

My cheeks heated as I watched him sucked his thumb like it was a sweet dessert. “You have ketchup in your lips,” he said, smirking. The fuck.

I was just looking at his chewing lips. "Would you like to taste it?" he asked me and I held out my hand in front of him but he came closer to me so I backed away until I leaned against the tree. He suddenly grabbed my shoulder and bent down so I closed my eyes, when suddenly I felt something stick to my lips then his lips seemed to move so I opened my eyes and saw his face and he closed his eyes. I don't know what to do but I suddenly felt chocolates on my lips that he was trying to insert and the sweetness of his mouth made me gasp then I felt the chocolates in my mouth, at the same time something I didn't know was in my mouth. I will also snatch the chocolates from me. I grabbed his shoul

aka in Spanish the pronunciation is different. " You say?!" his tongue slips through his lips,breathing some of the air around us. He licks his lips and bites his bottom lip very lightly. My eyes fall to his lips, those soft, plump, pink lips. I can't forget what happened at the party, even if I try. He is now looking into my eyes his eyes falling to my lips as well. " What about this scar here?" he says pointing at my lip. " This one?" I say bringing my finger there.

(Dobara karke dekhiyega, Aapko kacha kha jaenge) A smile formed over my lips as I cursed "Animal" He had good audacity and he also smiled back. I found his lips so adorable and beautiful. Suddenly, My mind went to the night when he was trying to eat or suck my lips. I didn't know what exactly that was but, that was magical as that made me feel things all across my body. He was looking in my eyes and my eyes were looking into his, following his nose and then lips. His hand snaked my back and pulled me more closely. I softly touched his cheek while blinking nervously.

I asked, trying to regain some control. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over me. "It's written all over your face." Heat rushed to my cheeks. I hated how exposed I felt. But before I could say anything else, my gaze dropped involuntarily to his lips—full, pink, and impossibly inviting. I bit my lip, trying to ignore the throbbing between my legs. Why was I thinking about his lips? Was I really that starved for attention?