Lipstick Kisses Deviantart Novels & Stories

I swear, I've never felt so bothered over anything especially a human before! As my finger brush gently against her moist lips to pick up that strands of her hair, our gaze met. She blinked. Her fluttering eyelashes and her trembling pupil create havoc inside my heart. It stir something dangerous that has been sleeping inside of me for a long time. I could feel hot blood rushing all over my body as I saw she parted her mouth slightly, while her eyes slowly closed. Those actions drive me crazy! 'I don't know! My heart wants this!’ And so, I closed our distance with a soft kiss on her lips. The soft kiss then escalated fast to becoming a hot deep kiss.

Hailey said while picking up the lipstick and coated her lips. "This lipstick color is good?" she asked Cassian who was now checking his phone. He looked at her and found her looking in the mirror while pouting her lips. He smirked and came near her and turned her around. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Cassian bent a little a captured her lips in his. "Umm," she tried to push but he deepened the kiss. "Cassian," she whined when he broke the kiss and she looked at the mirror. Her psychopath literary ate her entire lipstick. "Lipstick was not good, try some other shade," he exclaimed while rubbing his lips with a smirk.

His starless dark eyes were on mine, waiting for the slightest excuse to lose all control. I leaned forward slightly, just enough to make him think I might kiss him. His breath hitched. And that was when I pressed two fingers to his lips, halting him an inch from mine. “Don’t ruin my lipstick,” I whispered, “Unless you plan to bail on the casino.” I’d spent an hour blending that smoky liner, painting that lipstick. And suddenly, that felt like the most powerful thing I’d ever done. I had made him wait. His jaw clenched beneath my fingers.

"You had your dessert. It's time I had mine." I panted as he pulled away. He rubs a thumb over my lips, and I'm sure as hell he has already ruined my lipstick, as he looks very satisfied with his art. He leaned down to lick the very last of dessert which was on my lips earlier. I swear it's the hottest thing I've witnessed.

Some of her lipstick got smudged and stained the skin beneath her mouth. "What?" she asked when she found me flushed. "I. . ." I licked my lips, feeling immense heat radiating off my cheeks. "Your lipstick is smudged." "Where?" she asked, and tried to remove it but ended up messing it more. "May I?" I said and extended my hand. My fingers brushed her skin, slowly removing the smudge. Her eyes bored into mine and unknowingly, she leaned forwards. My hand moved on its own to her lower lip and I grazed my thumb along it, feeling her lips tremble under my touch. The memory of kissing her flashed in my mind and my stomach churned in desire.

I'm certain it costs a year's rent. Heloise made my ponytail curly and puffy and Star made my face pink. I looked pretty. What I loved most was the lipstick Heloise applied to me. Heloise is magnificent at lip art. Odette and I learned a bit from her but she was a master artist when it came to lip art, not that she ever went crazy when wearing it on herself, but she had a hobby of painting the lips of her dolls for fun, and ours. The upper part of my bottom lip was painted black, just a little bit of it before it blended into the pink that took a bigger part of my bottom lip, like an ombre effect. My upper lip was fully painted black and boy was the lipstick glossy.

She thought, 'Yuck, is this a way of wiping lipstick? 'He just wanted to kiss me. That was just an excuse. 'What a wicked man!'

Maaan…she moans out feeling his breath mingling in her own breath while his hands press her soft waist more firmly. “This red color of lips is for me, isn’t it, Nandini??” He asked sensuously rubbing off her lipstick from her lips so that he can cherish it. “Yes!” He gulps down the saliva yearning for his kiss while she doesn't care for her make up getting ruin when it is only for him. “This softness of the lips is for me, isn’t it?” He rubs her soft petals sensually breathing on it.

“You’re fascinating. You glow when you’re angry. You whisper to trees. You scare most men out of the woods with a glance. And you smell like smoke and honey. How is any of that boring?” She raised an eyebrow. “You know flattery doesn’t work on me.” “I don’t flatter,” I replied. “I state facts. At most, I mildly exaggerate.” She crossed her arms staring at me.“What do you want, Isaac?” I pretended to think. “Right now? A proper conversation. Maybe a smile. A cup of that weird tea you keep in your shop.” “Try again.” I sighed. “Fine. I want to know what you are.”

I said, taking my pencil, thinking of drawing a stick man as she did. “Yey!” She muttered excitedly, standing up and walking toward me. She surprised me when she pressed her lips on mine, and when I was about to have more, she eased back and shook her head. “I will only let you kiss me if you draw me like…” she pointed at my sketch of Scarlett lying on the bed in her sexy dress. “like that.” “French kiss?” A naughty smile curved into my lips as I asked. “Deal!” She said, walking back to the seat in the middle of the room.