Kiss Ear Novels & Stories

They had turned blue, like the ocean. His gaze dropped to her slightly swollen, pink, and wet lips after their kiss. He leaned down and kissed her lips, chin, the delicate curve of her neck, and the soft skin behind her ear. "I love you, Skye," he whispered, kissing behind her ear again. Her toes curled at the pleasurable shudder that ran through her body, discovering for the first time the sensitivity of the area behind the ear to touch. "I love you so much," he whispered again, kissing her neck.

Our kiss continued, both of us savoring the moment. Then, he pressed the vibrator against my clit, the hum of the motor making me shudder. He pushed it further inside, and then, he began to torture me again, this time with kisses. He kissed my neck, my jawline, my ear, his tongue tracing the delicate curves of my skin. He nibbled on my earlobe, his teeth gentle but insistent. He trailed wet kisses down my neck, leaving a trail of warmth and pleasure in his wake.

We passionately kissed, like a couple about to part ways in a war. I wasted no time as I moved to her earlobes, excitedly sucking on them. A soft moan escaped her lips, sending a thrill through me. "Awww... I love...damn!" she softly whispered in my ear. I felt her nipples hardening against my chest. "Ahhh...yes...I've only just begun, sugarplum," I replied, my breath hot against her ear. She sank her hand into my hair, allowing me to explore her like a musical instrument.

he whispered huskily, leaning towards her ear. A new shiver ran down her spine. He places a soft kiss behind her ear and she took a sharp wavered breath. "I am khadoos huh?" he whispered taking her earlobe between his teeth. She clutched his shirt tightly as her knees wobble at the intensity of the moment. He left her earlobe and looked at her face. He noticed a little ice cream on the corner of her mouth. The site was so captivating that even he didn't realize when he leaned down.

“And please, stop treating me like this. Your wives would get mad to know you're treating someone like this.” “Really?” Elias let out a manly chuckle and walked in their direction. He stopped in front of them and leaned in; cupping her chin. “Then are you mad?” She blinked. “W-What?” Elias smiled and pinched her nose. She was expecting him to step backward after doing that but no. He leaned in further and kissed her ears making her hold her breath. “Breathe, Brat.” Krysie closed her eyes when he licked her earlobe. “You smell good.”

There were so many things I wanted to say, but the words died in my throat. Because I realized--I didn't want to take it off. Kieran glanced down at our joined hands, then looked back up, like he was about to ask something. I didn't wait for him to speak. I leaned forward. The kiss landed on his forehead. Just a soft brush. My lips grazed the old scar above his eyebrow. One he'd had for a long time. I'd noticed it before, but never asked. When I pulled back, I realized my face was burning, my wolf ears flushed hot and red, my tail wagging furiously behind me.

The softness in his tone matched the delicate moment, as he tried to wake her up from her peaceful slumber. His fingertips gently caressed her cheeks, feeling the warmth of her soft, supple skin beneath his touch. As he leaned closer, a rush of anticipation filled the air. He couldn't resist the temptation and gently took her sensitive earlobe between his lips, savouring the delicate sensation. The intensity of his proximity deepened with each passing moment. She stirred in her sleep, fluttering her eyes before finally opening them. As her gaze met his blue orbs a shriek left her lips seeing him leaning over her and kissing her earlobe.

He did not dare to move, afraid that the slightest movement would break the beautiful dream that he was sinking and obsessed with at the moment. Kisa closed her eyes and kissed him for a long time, her kissing skills clumsy. But Gilbert felt it was one of the best kisses of his life. She kissed him along his jaw and slowly made it up to his ear. Her hot breath sprayed all over his neck and ear. He felt an urge in his body, wanting to break free of his suppression. Suddenly, Kisa whispered something in his ear, and his passionate desire receded at once.

he continued and covered her ear with his warm mouth. She gasped and held unto the edge of the table. She was too sensitive on her ears. And that had to be the place he was kissing her. He licked her earlobe slowly, torturing her and earning more gasps from her. Then he flicked his tongue across and she shuddered and let out a cry. Before she knew what she was doing, her hand grabbed his arm as she shuddered from all the shivers she was getting from just his mouth on her ear.

Kai’s jaw tightened, their passionate kiss—Gianna’s fire, their brief surrender—a spark that burned through his focus. Gianna Moretti stood by a window, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp as she monitored comms. Her arm graze was a faint ache, her unconfessed secret—Alessio’s order to steal Castellano intel—a weight. Their kiss, Kai’s hands on her, had cracked her walls, but vulnerability scared her, her heart a battlefield. She glanced at Kai, their bond a fire, their trust tested by the burner phone, now a distant shadow.