Kiss With And Without Makeup Novels & Stories

Using my pinky finger I didn't have the brush in the make-up kit I brought. "Thank you." She stood up and put on an earpiece. "Good luck," I said. "Will you watch it?" * * * "Feel the summer and I don't wanna miss you If we don't touch lips, not an issue I don't wanna talk 'bout nobody else Know I said no love but I want to... Kiss my wounds but not forever And it's fine if we're only pretending..."

Kate responded loudly as she fixed her hair. She didn’t put on any make up because she hated it, but she was addicted to lip gloss. She gave her lips one swipe of her tongue, dried it and applied a thin layer of cherry flavored lip gloss. She wore black heels and tiny stud diamond earrings that matched a simple chain around her swan like neck. When she checked herself in the mirror one last time, she was more than happy with her handywork. She gave a flying kiss to her reflection on the mirror before twirling once and exiting the room.

His lips curled into a seductive smile, his breath uneven as he replied, "No one is allowed here, bae!" The room became a sanctuary for their desires, a space for only the two. Their kiss was filled with passion and affection. At this moment, everything else seemed to fade away. The pressures of work and family slowly gave way to their love. They longed for each other, unable to contain their desires. Their lips finally parted, a trail of glistening moisture connecting them, a testament to the wetness of their kiss. Both of them seemed reluctant to part, inhaling each other's breath.

I lean into Braxton, my voice a honeyed whisper meant for the cameras. "Smile, my dear," I coo, my lips painted with a seductive allure. "We want the world to see just how in love we are." Braxton’s detachment remains intact, his gaze distant, his expression impassive. But I’m not one to be deterred. I place a manicured hand on his cheek and, before he can react, press my lips forcefully against his. The cameras click and flash, capturing the moment with a voracious hunger for scandal. The kiss has left Braxton with little choice but to respond in kind. He kisses me back, a perfunctory gesture that betrays none of the passion I’m hoping to convey.

Finally, he pulled away and kissed the tip of my nose. "I don’t know how many times I will say this but you look exceptional in the morning. The no makeup, messy bed hair, dry lips really does it for me." He whispered, gripping my hip and pulling me closer to him. He nipped on my bottom lip and sucked it hard. "Really, I thought I looked better with makeup on." I teased tracing my fingers across his broad shoulders. "You do look good with makeup but without it…" He brushed his nose against mine "You look much more beautiful." He smiled and pecked me on the lips.

"I don't want you to ruin my dress so I'll have my mouth and hand to work." "Hmm," he acted like he's ignoring her but somehow, it made him aroused. "Or do you want me to hum or sing while I have it in my mouth?" Keira goes on with her dirty thoughts. Since their sedan has a partition and the small window was closed, they are the only ones who could hear whatever lewd stuff that they are talking about. "Can you do both?" He sneered at her. "We can try." The couple kissed passionately and Keira didn't put any lipstick on since she knew that this would happen.

Kendall clicked her tongue and said, "Give me a kiss?" Hannah's face was flushed, she closed her eyes and answered without words. "Wow! Lance, take a picture quickly!" Everyone around was familiar to Kendall, but she only gave a quick kiss and let go. Hannah raised her hand and touched the corner of her eye, saying, "My makeup today didn't look good." If I had known earlier, she would have put on a delicate makeup before coming over! Kendall touched the corner of her eye and smiled, saying, "Don't worry, you look beautiful whether you wear makeup or not."

I asked. "No. I'm just wondering if you are still the same girl I know." "Why?" "You seemed like a nerd then but now I feel like I got the wrong impression of you." "Yea you did." He brushed his hands gently up my sides to rest on my shoulders, ignoring my breasts so obviously that I let out a frustrated groan and pounded my fists against his chest in protest. "I’m savored, I promise," I told him tartly, reaching for his zipper. 'Jesus.' He hissed as he felt my little hands through his jeans. 'You’re perfect. Did you know that?' He molded his hands to my breasts, giving them each exactly what they wanted. Nate sucked in a deep, ragged breath. 'Fuck.'

“With or without makeup.” She stared at him, confused. Because inside her heart she could feel a tightness in her chest. Making each beat heavy. Like her heart was being squeezed tight. When he finished cleaning off all the makeup, he revealed her original self, and when he saw her without all the makeup, he smiled. “Smile for me, Please.” He said, when he was smiling at her, all he wanted was for her to smile back. “I love watching you smile, An-An.”

"Fine. We're just teasing you, Jackie. You know how I am. Don't take it seriously, okay? How about we get refill coffees and talk about something el—" "No," I said pointedly. There was no way I was standing down now. "I know you're teasing. But we're arguing about me being uptight right? I'm only going to show you that you're wrong. Besides, it's not a big deal. It's just a kiss. A little kiss never hurt anyone," I laughed. As I spoke, my eyes darted toward the door as I prayed the café wouldn't have any other customers until it was time for me to leave.