Kiss Her Perfume Novels & Stories

She set her glass down carefully. "Everyone has things they don't talk about," she said. "They do." His eyes stayed on her face. "But you're the only person I've ever sat across from and felt like I was only seeing the part you decided to show me." Her pulse was exactly what she trained it to be. Steady. Unremarkable. Her chest was something else entirely. "Maybe that's just who I am," she said quietly. "Maybe." He reached across the table. Covered her hand with his warm, certain, the way he touched everything he'd decided to keep. "Or maybe someone taught you to make people see only what you want them to."

She was a flame—one that refused to die even as the wind turned cruel. One wonders why accept this suffering when she can just open up about who she is? Everyone would go silent. I wonder the same, and I admit, this intrigues me. I loosened my tie, my eyes never leaving her. Her perfume clung faintly to the air: sandalwood and lavender—fresh and magnificent, I must say.

She said in an extremely soft and calm manner. “No all is not, I need you to make enquiries about the lady I kissed at the party, somehow the news of her being my new girlfriend has spread all over her school,I need you to go with any of the boys, y’all should stalk her and get me every necessary information as soon as possible.” He instructed his secretary . “Yes sir, I'll do that, I'll be on my way.” She said as she bowed her head and turned to walk out of her office and he nodded.

Kiss her? Kissing wins. My hands move to rest on her shoulders and keep her where I need her. My head dips. She nervously licks her lips. My breath hitches when I finally taste her by running my tongue across her lips. She was taste-testing frosting too. So damn sweet. I pull her closer and she sinks into me. Goddess, her taste. Energy zings along my nerves until the energy finds home. Home is my cock and that's how damn good she tastes.

What could be going on? A call got me distracted and took my eyes off the window. By the time I would peek through again, I didn't see Felix or Rose standing by the car. Then, Felix walked inside and a little while later, the car drove off. “ My angel. Come here," I heard Felix say from the door, and I reluctantly walked with my cold feet to him. We hugged and I could perceive a different scent coming from his body. That should be the cologne Rose wore because Felix has never changed his perfume since I knew him. It has always been Caron Piovre.

"Read it after I'm on the plane." I nodded weakly. The attendant was calling out again. Dean swallowed hard. He ran his fingers down my hair, the crooked smile I loved crossing his face. He cupped my chin in his fingers and kissed me. I breathed him in. He smelled like soap and sunshine. His mouth was warm and minty. A small patch of beard he missed shaving scratched at my cheek. His hands were strong as he pulled me into him for this one last kiss.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

He pulled away, just long enough to see the desire in her eyes before resuming the kiss. The soft smell of her perfume floated up to his nostrils and he breathed it in without breaking the kiss. The scent turned him on even more and he let out a soft growl as he pressed his body into hers. It had only been a week since they'd made love, but it might as well have been a year. The way he craved her in that moment was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.

she tells him her voice barely rising above a whisper. "I missed by little boy so much. Missed a thousand kisses." She leans down and kisses him gently on one cheek. "A thousand sweet caresses." Another kiss, this one on the forehead, followed by one on his other cheek. "A thousand hugs." He can feel her so close, can smell the sweet aroma of her perfume, can feel her large tits press against his chest as she leans in closer to him, and applies three more tender kisses: one to his nose and then one each on his closed eyes.

She winked. Okay. Am I invisible? “How can I serve you today?” she asked, all but purring. “My woman is who you need to serve today,” he said coolly, pulling me close by the waist. Her eyes twitched. “Oh. Um. Hello… Miss…?” “Skye,” I said with a sugary smile. “I need you to assist her with anything she wants,” Nik told Chiara. “Give her the best.” He slipped a black Amex into my purse and whispered the PIN in my ear. Then he kissed my forehead,light, possessive, public.