Looking Up Through Eyelashes Novels & Stories

I took in another breath as she moved her hands along the shaft all the way to the head of it. When I raised my head to look at her, she was looking down into the water, trying to see what she was doing. When I reached forward with one of my hands, I placed it on the underside of her chin as I gently lifted her head to meet with my eyes once more. "Try closing your eyes," I told her. "This way, you can let your hands be your eyes."

The rays hit Lily's eyes causing her to let out a delighted cry as she scrambled from the bed towards the window to let her eyes feed on the beautiful morning view. "Ouch, this is so beautiful, Serena, isn't it?" Lily asks with lit eyes. She took a deep breath letting the cool air drift into her nostrils peacefully. She loved the morning feeling especially when she gets to watch the beauty of the horizons and waving trees whilst letting the gentle breeze caress her skin, ridding her of any possible future wrinkles. At least that was what she was told. How the morning breeze sweeps away intended wrinkles on one's skin. A skin delicate like hers should get to feel the breeze stroke and rub on

Alex P. O. V Feeling the movement on my eyelids I wanted to open my eyes .As the brush was being run on my eyelids alternatively I felt like I was going to fall asleep. A soft brush touched my cheek and was stroked upward. A liquid was coated on my lips, absorbed by the skin. I felt the tip of the eyeliner brush touch the beginning of my eyes , it was being ran by the edge of my eyelid till the end of my eye then was stroked upward a little a few times. Something was being dabbed on my cheeks softly. My eyelashes were brushed with mascara. I felt my hair being combed and pulled backward.Soft curl of hair touched my skin and descended down on the side of my face. After a few minutes every mov

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|Author Pov | ..*..*..*.. Aurora's eyelashes fluttered as she slowly awoke from her dreamless slumber. The soft glow of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle warmth across the room. As she opened her eyes, the world seemed to swim into focus, and she instinctively rubbed them to remove any lingering haziness.

"How can a man have all that full and beautiful eyelashes?" I laid my head back on his solid chest and listened to his heartbeat, the rhythm strangely calmed me down. "I wish I could remain like this forever." My eyes widened at my thought. Why would I think of that? An urgent knock brought me out of my bliss and woke Elijah. Elijah stirred, his eyelids fluttered open and he looked straight at the door. His gaze was sharp and piercing and he was still spooning me. He noticed my gaze on him and amusement danced in his eyes.

Hazel stared at the face in front of her, which seemed infinitely magnified, her breathing trembling. At this moment, Jack had his eyes lightly closed, and his thick and long eyelashes were like two small fans, casting two shadows on his eyelids. Do men also have such long eyelashes? Hazel thought blankly. "Wife..." The blurry voice came from their lips, filled with endless ambiguity.

Gael I open my eyes and for the first time I don't see the small rays of sunlight that usually invade the gaps in my bedroom shutters. I sigh softly, enjoying Evy's delicate sleeping face next to me. Her black hair is scattered beautifully across my pillow and there are a few strands on her face too, but they don't stop me from observing her elongated black eyelashes, her tapered nose and her plump pink mouth ajar. She makes a funny gesture with her mouth that makes me smile and I catch myself sighing again. My gaze moves down a little further, to her lap where her bare breasts slowly rise and fall in rhythm with her slow, silent breathing.

Ava chuckled I looked up to find several eyes shooting daggers at me, I glared right back at them, Ava’s ice blue pupil's showing through my eyes. They whimpered, lowering their gazes.

Anita's lashes trembled, and she opened her eyes calmly, like a beauty goddess, who had just woken up from her thousand years of beauty sleep. As her eyes caught the reflection of herself, her expression changed slightly, and she lifted up her right palm to stroke her cheek. Her hair was straightened and moved to one side, which covered half of her face, plunging below her neck. This gave her a look of boldness, sexiness, and baddy! Her sword shape brows appeared brushed and trimmed slightly so it can perfectly fit above her set of glassy eyes, filled with a fire of passion!