Lipstick Kisses Deviantart Novels & Stories

“It’s just lipstick sugar. I won’t kiss you without your permission, I respect you too much for that.” I’m blushing at deep red mixed with loads of embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I was just…” I point to the lipstick and sit back down. “Let’s just get on with it.” He nods and presses it to my lips, then runs it lightly over. “Smack your lips for me.” I do as he says but he laughs, making me pause. “What?” “Don’t do it hard like that,” he says, smacking his own lips in demonstrate. “Do it slowly so it doesn’t smudge.”

He gently said. Disappointment and anger flashed in my eyes for a few seconds before I hid it and flashed a smile "Okay," I replied and opened the door but my hand was grabbed. I turned around, my heart leaping as thoughts of why he must have held me back filled my mind. "Your lips," He pointed as he brought his thumb closer. His thumb moved against my lips gently, he rubbed on it with care in his eyes and when he was done, he planted a kiss on them again before pulling back. He opened his safe and brought out a lipstick which he handed over to me "Use this," He said.

He grabs my hips and drew me closer to him and a gasp left my mouth as he pulled my lower lip between his teeth and nipped on it. I pushed him away "Agastya, my lips". I whined and he just smirked in response. "They look so fucking hot," he rasped. I rolled my eyes at him and took out my lip gloss from my clutch. "Let me," he says and I gave it to him. He opened the tube and stepped closer. I parted my lips and he slide the brush on my lips, coating them in pink. "You shouldn't be looking this beautiful today. All the men are gazing at you, and I am not liking it". He gritted out.

I didn’t have much of a choice myself. Before I could even realize it, I was actually kissing Jordi hard and quite aggressive. His lips tasted like vanilla cherry with a touch of vodka and I don’t even know why I’m enjoying the kiss. He doesn’t seem to be smoking cigarette and I liked how soft his lips were. It’s even softer than the lips of every girl that I’ve kissed before. That’s probably because he’s not wearing any sort of lipstick.

He swallows hard, his throat working visibly. I reach into my bag, pull out my favourite red lipstick, and uncap it with purposeful slowness. His eyes track every movement. I lean closer, twist the tube up, and drag the colour across my bottom lip in one smooth stroke. Then the top. I press my lips together, smacking them once. “You can look," I murmur, capping the tube again, "but you can't touch." He bites his lower lip so hard, it turns red. Pain flashes across his face in its unadulterated form.

Licking and sucking, he relished the rich flavor. Finally, his lips found her chocolate-covered ones. He sensually licked her lips, teasingly tugging on her bottom lip between his teeth, lightly nibbling on it. A gasp escaped her lips, and he eagerly plunged his tongue into her mouth, exploring the depths of her sweetness. Her taste surpassed that of chocolate; she had become his favorite flavor. He skillfully sucked on her tongue, allowing it to dance with his as the pleasure between them intensified.

Angel grabbed my lips and kissed my deeply. "Mmmhmm...." I whimpered in protest but then the way his lips tasted on mine. It was too addictive to resist. I kissed him back and pulled away with a chuckle. "Liar, you ruined it." I said whining. "I'm sorry." He said but couldn't stop laughing at what he had done. I took out my purse and brought out a lipstick and mirror from it. "Oh well...." He said raising his brow in surprise. "I knew this would happen." I defended and applied it on my lips then I wiped the stain off my chin.

I cock one eyebrow, sending him a sexy smirk. He grabs my chin, kissing me deeply, making the makeup artist slap him over the head. "Do not smear her lipstick you scoundrel, it hasn't set yet". I can't help laughing as he pulls away. No it definitely hadn't set, because Luca is now wearing most of my lipstick. "Oh darling, that colour looks amazing on you". The makeup artist hands him a wipe, shaking her head, and quickly re-apply my lipstick, giving Luca a warning look.

Lisa said, putting it on, "but men love to have shiny red lips wrapped around their dicks. I swear it must be subliminal." I giggled and she said, "don't move, especially your mouth." I held still. She added a bit of blush to my cheeks, smoothing it with her finger. "Now for the pièce de résistance, bare your breasts, dear." Shrugging the robe off my shoulders, I waited to see what she was going to do. She took a dark reddish brown lipstick and applied it to my nipples and areolae, darkening them. "Flavored lipstick," she informed me. "You're excited, aren't you?"

Maia’s groans sounded so much like weeping that it looked like she was begging for him to let her go. She spoke when the kiss had ended and she could breathe. “You smeared my lipstick.” She knew it was going to look very bad. That kiss was so sudden and aggressive. “You look hotter now.” “Liar. How could I look hot like this?” Chucking softly, he leaned close to her lips and said, “Your lips look fuller in color now.” She had nothing to say about that. “Don’t you think I deserve some credit for it?” She remained quiet again as her face turned red suddenly.