Lips On The Tips Of A Knife Novels & Stories

I said with a funny expression, and we both laughed at the situation. He suddenly snatched my hand and handed me a pocket knife! I was shocked. The surprise on my face got deeper as I looked down at the knife that came with a pocket and looked at his face. “Hubby!” I said with a sweet smile, and he laughed. “I see it strikes your likeness! Open it and see!” He urged me, and I enthusiastically opened the knife and brought it out. I was shocked at how beautifully the knife was carved. It was a special type of silver knife that had the first side looking so smooth, like a sword, and the second side like a rough wave of the sea.

My belly knotted when I read his moving lips. I picked up the knife beside my plate and raised it, waving it at him. His lips stretched into a sinister grin, and before I could make out what the pathetic thoughts in his head were, I felt his foot on my skin again. But worse, it wasn't on my thighs. It was right below my crotch. I let out a loud gasp, and the knife dropped from my hand, hitting the plate with a startling clatter that caused everyone's head to turn in my direction.

I kiss her thigh, gently at first, savoring the feel of her skin against my lips. Reaching to the side, I grab the knife I brought with me, slowly slipping the sleeve from it. My heart races as I hover it over her body, letting the knife’s tip graze the space between her breasts. A soft flick, and the delicate fabric of her bralet begins to tear, the sound barely audible. Her breasts spill free, and I can’t help but lean down to take her nipple into my mouth, my tongue teasing the sensitive skin.

Boris said amused “We really will have to be on our guard now” “What did you want the swab kit for” asked Lacy “There was some blood on Octaves knife, I will get this to the lab and see what it tells us. First lesson Ladies, If your going to carry and use a knife, make sure it’s an plain knife with no engravings. . . they are easier to clean.” Boris said “Ok” Shimel said with a smile” Plain knife, got it. Is anyone still hungry, we were in the middle of our lunch.”

When they do, my eyes snap open, and I glare at him. “Why the fuc—” He taps the handle of the knife on my mouth, effectively cutting me off. The rest of my words dissipate as he slides the knife across my lips as if he’s painting them with lipstick. “Suck,” he orders, his tone deepening with finality. Closing my eyes against more tears, I open my mouth and let him guide the knife between my teeth. I squeeze my lids tighter as I twirl my tongue over the cold metal, cringing from the nasty feel.

He scolded as he tapped my fingers with the side of the knife as I stole a piece of sliced mushroom. “Hey, watch it.” I huffed and snatched my hand away, popping the mushroom in my mouth and glaring at him as he just shook his head and kept chopping vegetables. “Then don’t be swiping the vegetables and I won’t threaten you with my knife.” “Gods, you're bossy. You keep it up and people will think you’re unapproachable.” “I am unapproachable and that’s how I like it. I’m just stuck with you for the foreseeable future.”

I was drunk on the taste and smell of him. He gasped and I shot him a devious smile in victory. His arousal rested between my legs as I nibbled his ears before moving my lips to his. Between my legs were wet evidence of desires I couldn't contain. He sucked a sharp breath as I rock harder,the only thing between us were his sweat pants and my slik shorts.

Those things looked like they could trap water if they weren't kept in check. I was pulled out of my thoughts as he raised a beefy hand and pried my mouth open. I glared at him as he withdrew his hand from his back and waved what must have been the scariest knife I had ever seen before my eyes. At first glance, it looked like a regular knife with a length of about five inches and a thickness of about 4 millimeters. But on closer look, the knife which had a bronze coated handle had several tiny teeth on either side of it. Looking at it, I couldn't help gulping in fear. I imagined being stabbed with it and the thought was enough to send a tremor through my system.

Juzarh Leiya “Not like that!” he yelled, causing me to freeze on the chair. “You're going to hurt yourself if you hold it like that.” He added in a calmer tone. He placed his hand over mine that was holding the knife. Walking behind me, he placed his second hand over the one that held an onion. “Hold the knife like this.” He whispered, gripping my hand firmly, but gently holding the end of the knife. He brought it to the onion, slowly bringing it down on the vegetable and cutting a piece out of it. He repeated the action a few more times, firmly but gently holding both my hands as he did so.

Rima's right hand was moving stealthily, reaching towards the small of her back, hidden by the casual drape of her jeans. Meanwhile, her left hand was ascending, fingers tracing a path up to George's neck, the intensity of her touch making him oblivious to her other actions. I watched through heavy-lidded eyes, each blink feeling like a Herculean task, as she discreetly pulled out a small, concealed knife.