Kiss With And Without Makeup Novels & Stories

A wicket smile appeared on me before I allowed our mouths to join in an intense kiss. I inhaled his scent and pressed my bottom to him, enjoying his tongue in my mouth. I knew this was forbidden, and it made it even sweeter. I knew this was public, and it made it even more thrilling. My wild side thought I can even make sex with him then and there, and it will be just fine with everybody. I had no idea how long we kissed, a minute, ten minutes...it was until he moved to deprive me of his touch. I opened my eyes and looked around at the happy faces of the cheering group.

How can you be intimate with a female if you don’t kiss them? Well, when I say no kissing, I don’t mean no kissing at all. I just mean no romantic kissing. No long make outs, no sensual lingering kisses. No goodbye smooches or hello smooches or “oh, baby, I missed you so much!” kisses. I kiss as needed, as the sexual situation calls for it, and that’s all. Nothing more. And there have been no complaints yet. Although, I’ll admit, that could have something to do with rule number two — no pack members.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

He brushed his lips over mine. I turned in his arms, reaching over for my dress. I slipped it over my head, pulling it down and smoothing it out. I grabbed my brush and I started to brush all the knots out of my head. Since I didn't have any makeup, I left my face plain. "I love you without makeup." Ted grinned. "You always say that." I blushed, trying to hide my face. "No hiding." He lifted my chin. "I never want to miss that face again."

With this,in a spurr of moment,I pull her on my chest and kiss her fervorly. "Umm...Alex..I think we should be...get to going now.My stomach needs..some real..food."She tries to tell me amidst our gradually changing kiss from teasing to passionate. I abruptly pull away and wipe her swollen lips which are now smudged by her pink lipstick. "I am sorry Love but I think you have to retouch your make up."I grin at her sheepishly. "You're not touching me for next twenty four hours."She glares at me while I try my best not to laugh on her red face while she flares her nose in anger.She looks hot in her messy after make out state yet cute like a little girl.

I asked Kier. “Oh yes Miss Young, didn’t I mention? But that will just be for the cover of the magazine, but you’ll have your frame like what we’ve discussed earlier.” Kier nervously replied. “Alright, this would be so much fun for sure.” I chuckled. Cassie’s eyes landed on me, while Achilles was still fixing his makeup by the artist. “Hi Cassie, we’ve met again.” I wink at her, and of course, as expected she walks towards me for a kiss on the cheeks which didn’t happen like how it used to be when her lips didn’t touch my skin, which is a good decision of her.

She smiles before she kisses me. XXX

He scoffed. “What!” I shouted. “I can go on date with whomever I want. You have no right to say anything.” I gritted and then put my palms on my head, mumbling “What do you mean by your sentence ‘looking like this'? Am I looking that weird? I planned to look beautiful by putting on this weird makeup.” I said lowering my tone at the last sentence. “You are fucking beautiful with or without makeup. Don’t you know that?” he shouted. “And this bloody attire of yours today.”

“But you know what? Let’s make it easier for you. Let’s take a picture. It’ll last longer.” He opened the camera and positioned it so their faces fit perfectly into the frame. Just as the timer began to count down, Caesar turned to her with a smirk, gently cupped her chin, and pressed his lips to hers in a soft, lingering kiss.

“Let’s get this over with.” He stepped closer to me, his expression devoid of warmth. My heart pounded in my chest as he leaned in, his face inches from mine. The closeness felt suffocating, a stark reminder of the pretense we were living. As our lips met, the kiss was cold and mechanical, devoid of any real emotion. It was not like the one we shared at the wedding. The photographer snapped several pictures, capturing the moment from different angles. I tried to ignore the lump in my throat, focusing on the need to play my part convincingly.