I Want To Hear It From Your Lips Novels & Stories

Her lips curled up Let the show begin.

So soft and the textures might be kissable. "I wonder what your lips taste like?" He whispers to himself...

I remember your eyes, and the earth flies out from under your feet, intoxicated with delight and pride. I carefully keep your bright image in my memory. Every word, what your tender lips say, they all remain with me. Sometimes I catch myself thinking that I cannot hear the words themselves; I merely heed the magic sound of your voice. Your touch is like a magical rite that makes me desire only to love you and you alone forever.

“Now tell me, how do you want it?” “Hard,” I whisper.

“I can hear you; do you not want me to consider your deal?” “Fine… I'm going”

Choose wisely mate cause I always get what I want. Kiss Lily for me.

“Say it to me again, baby. I want to hear you say it again.” Still lost in the haze of his kisses, I stared at him with dazed eyes. “What?” “Tell me you love me. I want to hear it from your lips right now—sober and all. I need to know I heard you right last night.” Seeing the hope in his eyes, the wicked part of me thought, if he could tease me, I could tease him too. “You’re gonna have to earn that,” I whispered against his lips. He let out a soft laugh. “So, I’ll have to make you, then? I accept that challenge.”

Was it me, or the song? Ooh, baby, don't keep me (waiting) There's so much love we could be making (shamone) I'm talking kissing, cuddling “um…yeah” I said biting my lower lip nervously, it’s kind of a bad habit, when I’m nervous I start eating my lower lip. Harris’s eyes focused on my lips for a moment, I blushed feeling the heat coming from his eyes. I'ma leave the door open, girl (I'ma leave the door open, hoping)

“Tell me what you want, Octavia. I need to hear you say it.” “You,” I whine, my fingers curling in his hair, begging him to kiss me again. “I want you.” A growl rips through his throat as he spreads my thighs, nipping at my skin. The air is knocked from my lungs at the first touch of his tongue darting out to taste me. It’s all I can do to bite back a moan, my mind going white with static as I revel in the feeling of his lips slipping closer to the center.

I want to know what sound you make when I put my mouth between your thighs. I pressed the phone against my chest. My heart was hammering so hard I was sure the whole house could hear it. The heat from that day was back. Low in my belly. Spreading fast. I picked the phone back up. Another message was waiting. ~I want to taste you, Raina. I want to spread your legs and bury my face in your pussy until you're shaking. I want to feel your thighs clamp around my head. I want to hear you say my name when you come.