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 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.

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 could smell her cherry perfume and the expensive champagne, and she definitely knew what to do with her hands as it clung around his neck, moving up to his hair as she kissed him. They made out on the bed as he laid her down, getting on top of her slightly and caressing her well rounded body. She was a pretty girl with round lips and blue doe eyes, definitely someone who he would consider his type. He pulled her dress down and leaned back in to kiss her neck and collarbone when he heard a noise. A clatter of books and hurried footsteps.

"I won't fall in love with you if that's what you're worried about. I'm over that." I inch my face closer to hers, slowly. Until the tip of our noses are almost touching but not quite. I could smell her, a mixture of dew and grass and my favorite perfume of hers– was it Chanel or Hermes– honeyed orange blossom. Her breath quickens, I moved closer to her lips. My eyes are still on her and I see hers darkening, I feel the heat rising from her skin. I lingered for a few more seconds before pulling back. Her face flushed scarlet. In embarrassment or disappointment or rage. Maybe even all three.

she says, like I should already know. “Hi,” they chirp in unison, offering identical little waves. I nod politely, unsure what’s happening. “I’ve been trying to get that perfume for months. It’s always sold out. Where'd you get it?” “It was a gift but it's my favorite,” I say quietly. She hums. “Of course it is. You don’t smell like the others.” Her smile is all teeth—friendly on the surface, but something about it feels… sharpened. Hailey rests her elbow on the table, chin in her palm. “It smells divine on you,” she says, her tone smooth but genuine. “I layer mine with sandalwood or a touch of vanilla—it softens the rose.”

KEAL The kiss I gave her was a promise, a prelude to something deeper than the playful game we’d just finished. I could feel the heat of her skin, the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath my lips as I trailed them down her neck. The scent of her arousal, sweet and musky, filled my senses, and a possessive, tender hunger bloomed in my chest. I didn’t want to take her right here, not yet. I wanted to savor. To worship her body first.

The choker looks so damn good around her neck, decadent and sexy. "Okay, you may kiss me," she says softly. "But do it nicely and attentively, alright?" Her plump lips pout invitingly. Her eyes demand my submission. I draw her close, feeling the substantial weight and warmth of her body. Her heavy breasts press firmly against my chest. I kiss her full lips gently at first, my hand resting on the wide curve of her leather-clad hips. When my lips part for air, she slips her tongue inside, gliding hot and wet against mine. I respond eagerly, unable to hold back. "You need this so badly, do you not?" she breathes. Her breath smells surprisingly sweet, her perfume intoxicating.