I Want To Hear It From Your Lips Novels & Stories

I want to get completely lost in him. I need him. I want to feel as I take my thumb to his bottom lip and gently run it from one corner to the other. I want to feel how soft and smooth they are as I slide my thumb over with ease. I want to hear his voice hitch as I move over them between the seams and slightly begin to part them.

I start to let go of Alex and he just look at me, waiting for my next action. If your lips are moving, if your lips are moving If your lips are moving, then you're lyin', lyin', lyin', baby If your lips are moving, if your lips are moving If your lips are moving, then you're lyin', lyin', lyin', baby

Zack collapsed on the floor like a broken man, his laughter hollow and crazed as he said to me, “The day I walk out of prison will be the day you die!” I pressed my lips together and shook my head. “You’re never getting out…”

"Good, I only want to hear my name in your lips. Ride me, baby." And like that, my senses ceased to be mine, again.

My lips. "Bite this lip…” he spoke, his voice a low, husky murmur devoid of hesitation. "If you do it again, it won’t be your teeth on your lips anymore—it’ll be mine. And I will not bite it like you do," he leaned in closer, his breath tickling my ear, "I will bite it hard. And I will draw blood and suck it off, and mind you, I will love every second of it.”

I wet my lips before asking, “Would you like to go out with me?”

Her hair messy, her lips parted, her eyes trembling between fear and shock. I swallowed hard — the memory slamming into me with merciless clarity. It felt as though my penis would explode, my heart thundering in my chest, and all I wanted to do was devour those gorgeous lips of hers. All that clouded my half-consciousness was to encapsulate her fragile body in my embrace — and slowly fuck her pretty hole till she calls and begs my name… I didn’t know when my voice — raw and slurred from exhaustion or madness — said: “I long for your lips. I want to kiss your soft lips. I want to devour your cherry-pink lips… those soft, petal-shaped lips… that look like they taste of sugar syrup.”

You feel the shivers go up and down your spine for me Make you cry for me When I put my lips on you I hear your voice echoing all through the night for me Baby, cry for me When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips on you You feel the shivers go up and down your spine for me Make you cry for me When I put my lips on you I hear your voice echoing all through the night for me Baby, cry for me Baby, when I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips

"I want you" He looked a little surprised but soon his eyes flashed the same desire and lust as her. He gazed at her making her all nervous. "Say it again" Sahir whispered. She gulped. "I want you" "I can't hear you love" He looked straight in her eyes. "I want you," She said pleading. "hun?" He couldn't contain his joy. He waited for this moment for long. "Can't you hear, I WANT YOU IDIOT" She shouted at him.

“Hello yourself.” “Hi Sandy, what are you doing?” “Not a rhetorical question, very good, you’re learning. I’m lying here in bed, much like the first time I called without a stitch of clothing on thinking about you and our date tonight.” In the background I heard a high pitched buzzing. “What’s the sound I’m hearing?” “It’s a vibrator.” My cock had already come to attention and I slipped my underpants down as I asked “What’s it vibrating?” “My pussy, right now it’s vibrating my pussy as I think about our date tonight, would you like to hear it?”