If You Kiss My Neck Novels & Stories

he leans in to whisper, then kisses my shoulder, “Body,” My breath hitches in my throat when he kisses my neck. “Being mine?”

Zander kisses me slowly, tenderly, and passionately, making me weak in the knees. His hands roam around my body. He removes his lips from mine and begins to kiss my neck, making me stiffen. "Relax, it's only me," he whispers, and I nod. He kisses me slowly along my neck, sucking on it and making me moan. Oh my freak! I moan! I fucking moan! "Fuck, do that again," he whispers, and I do.

He leaned in, planting a kiss on my neck, his grip on the side of my head tightening gradually. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, feeling an overwhelming sensation coursing through me. His kiss on my neck grew deeper, as if he wanted to leave his mark. "Hmm," I moaned, gripping his head and pulling him up by his hair, bringing our faces together. Without hesitation, I captured his lips with mine, kissing him deeply and taking in his presence. Each peck lasted a long time, and I breathed heavily. Breaking away from the kiss, he trailed kisses down my neck, to my chest, nibbling on my left nipple. With closed eyes, I gently bit my lower lip.

he whispered, his warm breath dancing on my neck, sending flutters all over me. I grasped his collar tightly, my fingers firm in defiance. "The fun has just begun, Mr. Clinton; the petty kisses aren't even enough to satisfy me," I purred in a low, rumbling tone, nuzzling into his neck, my shoulders raising as I shivered, pressing my bosom into his muscular chest.

He kissed her neck. ***

His fingers bury themselves in my hair and surprisingly he does it in a delicate way. I stand here doing nothing for a moment because I honestly don't understand why he doesn't say anything? Why doesn't he let go? Not that I want him to let go of me or anything, but that's what I was waiting for. "Kiss my neck," he orders in a deep grumble, tightening his grip on my hip, pulling us even closer together. As close as we can physically be.

However, I could say anything else, Kevin kissed my neck. I froze. My eyes widening. “Did you just…” Did he just kiss my neck? Did he… A bad shiver went through my entire body and my heart lurched out in disgust. I was about to yell at him when I was suddenly released and pushed away into the arms of another person, this time, a very familiar voice and cologne filled my space.

He swiftly grabbed me, wrapping his arm around my waist, his warm breath brushing against my face as my heart raced in response. "What are you..." I began to question, but he silenced me with a sudden kiss on my neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire as he gently sucked and then playfully nipped at my skin. Despite my efforts to break free, his embrace tightened around me, drawing me closer as he continued to suck on my neck. I continued to struggle when I caught sight of Grandma Mels watching us.

Pressing with more force on the back of her neck I draw her in even closer and run a hand down her back, feeling her shiver under my touch. It is unreal that this woman is succumbing to me, her breathing quicker, I feel the pulse in her neck and lower my head to kiss her tan skin, soft as silk and everything I would expect. She gasps as I nip at her neck. “Do not give me a hickey, Nico. I swear to God, I will knee you in the fucking balls.” I chuckle into her mouth as I press my lips back firmly covering her.

The moment our shirts come off, my lips find their way back to his again as I kiss him hard and hungrily, like the starved beast that I am. My hands roam all over his hard chest, as I trail kisses down to his jaw, I plant kisses all over his face as I find my way to his neck. I've always wanted to bite and suck on his neck. I love the way his sexy Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows. So I do just that, I begin to suck on his neck.