Madison Beer Kissing Novels & Stories

I would accept that this was just a short term thing and do my best to enjoy it. “It's my turn,” Aiden said, taking the bottle from its spot in the sand. “Tell me about your first kiss.” “You're going to laugh. It was pretty terrible,” I warned him. “I sincerely doubt that,” Aiden replied, pulling me to rest on his shoulder. “Kissing you is never terrible.” I nestled into the hollow of his shoulder, soaking up the feeling of his arm around me and the smell of his skin. If this did have to end at the end of my trip, at least I would have some amazing memories.

“Then I dare you to kiss Tara.” My breath caught in my throat and I nearly choked on my beer. Liam turned to me, his expression unreadable and my face went red. Jace looked intrigued now and Mila chuckled, clearly drunk and entertained. Liam hesitated for a brief moment, then leaned in slightly. I met him halfway and our lips brushed in a soft peck that barely lasted a second. “Boooooring!” Mila slurred again, shaking her head. "That was fucking nothing." She leaned in closer, her bottle slipping a bit from her clumsy grip. "Kiss like you want to fuck."

Amber said. Matt closed the door behind them so no one could follow them outside. Before he could fully turn to face Amber, she was already on top of him. He fell back onto the railing as she strained on her tippy toes to get her lips to his. Once he righted himself, he kissed her back. Her lips were cold and tasted of beer. The kiss they shared was messy and delicious. Two drunks fumbling over each other. Without thought, his hand slid down her shoulder and wrapped around her breast. It felt so good in his hand and even better when she giggled and moaned as he massaged it.

Then the kiss broke. Callista stayed laying on the floor, now Madri slinked down her babysitter's body. She planted a kiss on Callista's lips, then her chin, then her neck, then between here breasts. Then she kissed each of Callista's breasts, tasting the softness of the girl's nipples, feeling her lips melt into them. Then she kissed Callista's stomach. Finally, though Callista's skirt, Madri kissed the girl's pussy. Callista moaned and squirmed.

She let herself be lost, even if only in words. "If kissing me is like drinking beer, what do you think I will taste like? Ale or lager?" "Ale," he said. "How so?" He said kissing her had to be rich, with taste complex enough to deserve a mindful dégustation. She was speechless. If they were not seated, if they were not separated by the table, if three gentlemen were not walking toward them right then, she might have done things to him she probably would not regret.

The taste of her was intoxicating, a sweet nectar that fed the flames of their passion. Simultaneously, Bryan and Madissa shared in this moment of profound connection. Their lips found each other's with equal fervor, the heat of their passion intertwining with the shared intensity of Joe and Nerissa's kiss. A symphony of emotions swirled between the four of them, an intricate tapestry woven with desire, love, and the promise of a future entwined.

Ella said firmly. "And guess what?" Ella said to them, there was no way she'd keep quiet now, she'd make sure to hurt them back. "We just kissed, yes and you see this mark here..." She pointed at the hickey on her collarbone. "That's the Death lords!" She spat out with a victorious smile on her face. "Are you showing off right now?" Lauren asked. "Stop lieing, the Death lord wouldn't kiss you, maybe one of those guards at the gate gave you that, don't you think girls?" Lauren asked.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

Because this is going to be a long run. "I'll think about it after a third glass," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. Mason hands me my third glass, and I take a sip, feeling the liquor burn down my throat. Just then, two couples who seem like they want to devour each other slam their bodies against the bar's counter, kissing each other aggressively. The girl looks like she's about to throw up inside her partner's mouth, and her partner looks like he's about to do the same. Mason sighs horribly, his expression a mix of disgust and resignation.

He said lifting his glass, hinting for me to cheers. “I’m Madison.” I said, lightly touching my glass to his, taking a sip. “You with someone?” he asked, shifting a little closer because the music was loud. I could barely hear but was surviving with my brilliant lip-reading skills. “I am waiting for a friend.” I said, nodding as I flipped my hair behind, exposing my bare shoulder and collarbone. Was I flirting? Maybe. “Ah, I wish I was the friend.” He said, curving his lips downward, making me chuckle. He smiled looking at me.