Kiss Me Until My Lips Fall Off Novels & Stories

He looked at her lips that had slight tomato sauce at the bottom and he quickly got up from his seat, heading towards her yet looking at her lips. “I have never been so obsessed with anybody else! The man bent a little and before the girl knew he licked off the sauce from her lips savoring its taste with his own lips.” I never knew that ketch up could taste so amazing. He smirked a little and then walked away while Lara planted her hands on her table, feeling a little offended. “Can you at least maintain your distance if you want me to stay here? You have some guts… always kissing me without my permission!!” She screamed at top of her lungs and she heard somebody approach them from the guest

She gets on her tiptoes, and I lean in at once, taking her lips in mine. The moment my lips touch hers, it’s as though the entire world stops spinning. Her kiss is soft and warm, making my knees weak. I pull her closer, my hands sliding around her waist, anchoring her to me as her lips mold perfectly against mine. Her sweet and familiar taste is overwhelming. It feels like coming home after being lost in a storm. Five days without her had felt like an eternity, and now, every second we’ve spent apart melts away in the heat of her touch.

My hands land on his shoulder as his lips suck my lower lip. I remained still as I didn't know what to do. I never had a boyfriend and I didn't find interest in romance movies and books so I don't even know ‘A' of kissing. “Lick my lips, love. Loosen up, yourself." He mutters and instantly he gets back to sucking my lower lip. I do what he said to do. I very slowly lick his upper lip. “Fuck yes, just like that love." He groans which gives me butterflies in my belly.

The moonlight caught the gleam in his eye as he pulled me closer to him, holding onto the boat to keep us both afloat. "Kiss me," I said with just a hint of begging. I licked the salt from my lips. His mouth curved up into a smile and he tipped his head to the side, bringing his lips to mine. His tongue was salty with the ocean water as he tasted me, our lips dancing in the dark. Heat began to burn in my core. I didn't want to wait any longer. I wanted Robbie more than I wanted to breathe.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

His words are soft, his lips caressing mine. Staying still, I enjoy the kiss until his lips move away from my mouth. The ice touches my stomach and I hold still as he runs it down my body, stopping just before my clit. My body slowly tenses but stays unmoving. Once again, his lips caress mine and the ice lifts off. My body prepares for the ice to touch my clit next. He stopped there so no doubt he will start there.

I already missed the feeling of his touch, and I welcomed his lips with a delightfully pounding heart. Rominic chuckled softly against my mouth, before slowly, deeply, taking possession of my lips. This kiss was more intense than the first, lacking the urgency of lust, but abundant with love and passion, making my knees collapse from under me. Luckily, Rominic was quick to catch me, effortlessly lifting me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as he supported me by my bottom.

His lips brushed the shell of my ear in a surprisingly tender gesture. “Good girl,” he whispered, voice hoarse with satisfaction. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to my shoulder. “But we’re nowhere near done.” He slowly pulled out of me, and I whimpered pathetically at the sudden emptiness, feeling the warm rush of his cum immediately start to pour from my well-fucked, gaping hole. Killian turned me around gently, his strong hands lifting me effortlessly onto the marble countertop. He stepped between my spread thighs and kissed me deeply—slow, possessive, and claiming—his tongue tangling with mine while his hand slid between my legs.

he murmurs from his knees. I grin and reach for his soaked sweater. “Come here,” I whisper, pulling him closer to me, craving the taste of his lips against mine. The moment our mouths meet, it's like striking a match—everything ignites. His kiss is fierce, electric, and all-consuming. My hands move eagerly, tugging his sweater over his head, followed by his t-shirt, both landing forgotten as the warm spray of the shower rains over us.

“Me too.” He kisses me again. This time the kiss feels harder. His lips bruise mine with passion. His hand slips under the fabric. His fingers brush my pussy lips with a light, electric touch. I gasp. My hips lift off the desk. He smiles against my mouth. The romance burns hotter. It becomes a beautiful dance of desire and love.