Kiss With And Without Makeup Novels & Stories

Our noses touch, our lips too. “I hate you Damon.” I repeat before to grab his lower lip and then kiss him tenderly. Damon Westwood I slowly open my eyes and as if she had sensed it, Sasha turns towards me, a big smile on her face. “Who needs botox when you can spend a night with Damon Westwood?” she writes to herself, spreading powder on her face. She is putting on makeup on the bed. She closes the mirror and I stand up. “It’s true,” she said, looking at me, look at my skin, I’m glowing. “The glow post-coitus really exists.”

Her eyes met mine and I smiled “you know, this is one of the few times that I’ve seen a girl without makeup” “Oh?” Kiara asked as I handed her the glass. “Yes, the girls I usually see put a few tons of paint on their faces before coming to see me” I said taking a sip of my drink. The two of us headed toward the couch and sat facing each other, whatever Kiara had turned on playing in the background. “Do they now?” Kiara mused as she rested her back against the armrest. I nodded and Kiara shrugged “maybe they feel good doing so?”

Qingxi said. "Don't do that peck either." Lu Jingzhe said. "Huh! You are making things hard for me, aren't you?" Qingxi said before checking her reflection one last time in the mirror and after re-applying the lipstick, went outside the tent, without even waiting for him. "I wasn't done-" Lu Jingzhe immediately stopped once they were out of the tent, maintaining his cold aura again. "We have come to a common conclusion that we won't be using a real kiss in this scene but with the angle of the camera, will make it appear as a kiss happened," Qingxi said.

He asked for reassurance and I nodded grinning like a Cheshire cat. He knocked the air out of my lungs when he captured me in a hug. He didn't even give me the chance to breath before crushing his lips on mine. I smile into the kiss as the girls' applauds fill the room. "Woohoo! This is a good example of Kiss and Make up." I hear Tofunmi say. "Ah. Damilayo take it easy now. You want to render the poor girl Lipless. Haba." Seyifunmi says making us pull away as Laughter erupts from all of us Filling up the room.

And closed the space between us at that moment. There was a difference … a real, noticeable difference — between a kiss that happened standing up in a garden with the pressure of timing and cameras and everything else pressing in from the outside, and a kiss that happened like this. Horizontal. Unhurried. In a room where nothing was expected of either of us and the only thing that existed was the warmth of the other person. I would say this was actually the second kind.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

She wipes the hair from her face looking at him. “What?” she glared. Thomas bend his head and kissed her fully on the mouth claiming her breathe in a kiss that makes her forget about the cold water. The heat was sizzling between them. He holds her tightly against him allowing her to feel the rock-hard erection in his wet pants. “Don’t get caught,” he says harshly kissing her deeply. Her reaction was equally passionate. She can feel her arousal rising matching his fire.

“Last month they tied me down and forced me to wear makeup.” “And you never looked better, Kam.” Kimia stifled a laugh. “I’m down for pizza and movies, as long as it doesn’t involve a m**i, pedi, facial, styling, or cucumbers!” By the time Kamron was done ranting, Kimia and I were holding our stomachs with laughter.

With a sigh, she waited until the effect wore off before walking out of the room, bare-faced. "No makeup today?" "Turns out that way." She replied with a shrug. "You look even more beautiful without them anyway." He said blowing her a kiss. She caught it, blowing it back at him. "Come on, we're going to be late." He said with a wide smile on his face.

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.