Locked Lips Novels & Stories

"I am. What are you doing to me?" "This." As the moon cast a gentle glow over us, our eyes locked, creating a magnetic pull that drew us closer. The night air filled with anticipation, and then, in a heartbeat, our lips met in a delicate dance of passion and vulnerability. Time felt like it stood still, and the world faded away, leaving only the warmth of the kiss that spoke volumes.

Jayla Sparks fly as soon as my lips meet his soft ones. He has the most perfect lips ever. Not too big, and not too small either. They are the right size, they are just perfect. They are a little rough which produces a delicious friction between our lips as they move together, and in sync with each other. At first when I kiss him, he freezes in shock, as though he was not expecting me to do this. After some torturously long seconds though, he recovers from the shock and a soft moan escapes his lips as they start moving with mine.

I assured her, my voice unwavering. With a gentle yearning, I leaned in, my lips seeking hers in a delicate yet fervent connection. In that electrifying moment, our mouths met, melding together in a dance of affection and desire. The taste of her soft, supple lips was like a sweet elixir, a tantalizing blend of warmth and passion that ignited a fire within me.

The soft kiss then escalated fast to becoming a hot deep kiss. 'What am I doing with a woman I've only known for three days?!'

The imprint of his kiss lingered on my lips, a reminder of the passion and connection that had bloomed unexpectedly. In that tender and electrifying moment, a soft moan escaped my lips as our mouths became entwined, his responding groan a testament to the intensity of our connection. The world around us faded into insignificance as our kiss deepened, stretching on for what felt like an eternity, a fusion of emotions and desires merging into one.

His big hand wraps around my neck but he doesn't squeeze. He pulls me in closer and he takes my lips by surprise. The kiss isn't passionate, but rough and rushed, and dominating. He kisses me with so much anger. He bites my lip, nibbling at the soft bottom as he chokes me this time. I try to breathe but he doesn't let me as his lips move against mine. I moan this time, making him bite my lip harder.

He held my neck so tightly. When he’d had his fill, he pulled back, but there was still no distance between us. He pressed our foreheads together, both of us with our eyes closed and me catching my breath. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Even though he had moved his lips away from mine, I still felt the lingering heat on my swollen, sensitive lips. My lips were swollen, and I couldn’t even move them. They seemed traumatized by what had just occurred, and they still tingled from the electric charge that had passed between us.

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

Her lower lip quivered as she bit down on it, panting for breath, her mind consumed by the pleasure that coursed through her body. Kenneth, captivated by the sight of her biting her lower lip, found himself drawn to the most erotic image he had ever beheld. At that moment, he yearned for her lips to encircle his own hardness. With his fingers continuing their work, he couldn't resist the urge to explore further.

My heart pounding in my chest and pulse racing; I waited for the moment when our lips would finally kiss. Then, for that moment when even time seemed to stand still, Visha pressed her lips against mine. The sensation was a small spark of electricity and a pulse of pleasure coursed through my body. The rhythm of our lips locked into perfect synchronicity, with the gentle pressure building in intensity as our kiss deepened. I felt myself melting into her, bodies combining into one as lips danced together.