Kiss Her Perfume Novels & Stories

Her knee pounded along with aching limbs and Chantal clenched her shaking hands into fists and imagined a meal and a soft bed waiting at the end of this journey. Gage kissed her head. “I can smell a trace of your perfume.” He kept his lips in place. “That’s surprising, considering the knotted mess on my head.” “That fragrance is familiar… calming… what do you wear?” “It’s a French perfume— L’Artisan Parfumeur Premier Figuier. It has notes of fig, rice, coconut, and sandalwood.” Gage sniffed her head like a basset hound, and she laughed.

She asked after long minutes that had stretched "Because you are so beautiful, a goddess and I can't seem to take my eyes off you" I whispered and then I took a few steps closer and was standing very close to her. Her scent was berry rose, it filled my nose and was like blossoms, I couldn't hold it anymore so I leaned in and kissed her. The kiss deepened for a moment, I didn't want to stop, but gosh, today was important and I had to. "I love you Celine, I love you so much"

She greeted me as she got in. I just nodded my head. But I looked up quickly. “Miss Fox. What perfume are you wearing?” She turned to me with a sweet smile on her face. “It's the Glorious Jasmine and coconut combo, sir.” Jasmine and coconut. “Really?” I asked. “Yes,” she continues. “I smelled it at the mall and knew I just had to get it.” Then she turned and faced forward, while humming a tune. That was when I noticed her clothes. Her new style caught my attention.

A sudden explosion of heat began brewing inside of her. His lips were warm and soft as they molded softly on hers. The smell of his perfume and the soft, peachy scent of the conditioner was dizzying, creating butterflies dancing in her stomach. But warmth consumed her as she leaned into the kiss, ruining what was left in her. Her fingers carded through his hair, pulling him more to herself as she returned each kiss, tenderly and passionately. It was so perfect, she didn't mind drowning in it for the rest of her life. Even though she needed more of that heavenly taste of his lips on hers, she knew for sure that now wasn't the time to speak of those desires. She needed to fight for her victor

“No. Because we would have. One way or another.” She lets out a small laugh, quiet and disbelieving. “You sound so sure.” “Because I am,” I say, my lips brushing her skin as I speak. I start to press small kisses along her jaw, each one a quiet confession I can’t say out loud. The faint taste of her perfume lingers on my tongue, something floral, something sweet, but it can't hide her own scent... the scent I am addicted to, and I feel her shiver under my touch.

Walks over to where I'm leaning against the kitchen island and kisses me. Her lips are warm. The sensation registers the way data registers on a spreadsheet. Present, categorized, assigned no weight. Her perfume—rose and blackcurrant, French and expensive—sits on my senses like cellophane. Pretty. Airtight. I can't smell her through it. Can't smell anything that the broken compass in my skull would recognize as real. My body takes a half-step back, reaching for the wine glass already in my hand, making the retreat look functional.

When she pulled away, her lipstick—a deep, bloody red—was smeared around his mouth. “You’re a mess, baby,” she murmured, her thumb swiping at the corner of his lips. Then she leaned in, pressed her lips to the collar of his white t-shirt, leaving a perfect, blatant kiss mark. A brand. She picked up a small clutch from the counter, gave me one last, lingering look, and walked right past me towards the front door. The scent of her perfume—jasmine and something musky, sexual—hung in the air as she passed. The front door opened and shut with a soft, final click.

A shiver ran down Kai's spine, and he felt his chest rise, then sink into a hard work rhythm. "I must tell you that I choose my lover." She made a gesture for him to come to her side. “A talented person like me will never go to waste.” "Why me?" Kai asked, his voice tending to be irritated. He stepped closer, close enough to smell the perfume she was wearing. She smelled of soap and clean skin, a faint scent reminiscent of jasmine or rose. “That's how you confused me. His instincts found the most sensitive spots on my hand, in the middle of the palm and inside the knuckles. Some men have such instincts.”

The smugness on her face falters, just slightly. "Sure you did," she says, though there's a new edge of uncertainty creeping into her voice now. "Don't believe me. That's fine. I don't need you to anyway" I shrug, turning to leave, letting the calm settle over me instead of the panic I'd normally expect in this position. "Why don't I call them myself and see what they say. They just don't give these contracts to anyone. This is Volkov Beauty, the most popular beauty brand in the world. Even A-list celebrities auditioned for this project," she stops me in my tracks.

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.