Novel & Cerita Moonshine Kiss

“Only one kiss per customer.” The audience laughs and Leo blushes. “I just don't want to wait,” he tells the pastor. “I want to kiss her always.” “Well, let her do her part and you can get to the kissing,” the pastor tells him with a smile. “Now, Charlotte, repeat after me.”

His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said. “Thank you for coming over for dinner.” I smiled as I stepped closer to him. “The food was wonderful. But I’m still pretty excited to try out your world famous Ramen noodles one of these days.” Gabe chuckled and then leaned in, surprising me with a kiss. The passion in the air ignited instantly as we embraced in front of the sunset. The island air blew through my hair, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and warm sand. It was a picture perfect moment; one that I never saw myself actually experiencing. This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life.

A full kiss was like being struck my lightning. He chuckled, nuzzling my inner thigh and tightening his grip on my hips. He did it again and I moaned into the night. His lips applied pressure while his teeth and tongue worked magic. I had never had anything this wonderful in my life. He coaxed me gently to the edge of what I could take. “Aiden,” I whimpered as I started to shake. At his name, he slid one finger inside of me, sliding in on my excitement. With a flick of his tongue and finger in unison, he turned my whimper into a full moan, shooting me into pure bliss.

The man kissed her lips with great passion, his hand squeezed her breasts, thus making her climax. ~Next Chapter~ _________________ ____________________

“Sorry.” “Are we doing this again?” I asked, voice low. He swallowed. “That fast, huh?” I folded my arms. “Spark isn’t always a fast burn. Sometimes it smolders.” He picked up the jar. “Smolder, huh?” I shrugged. “That’s not a bad start.” He set the jar down carefully. “Tea?” I shook my head. “Wine, maybe.” He laughed softly. “Make it two.” I pulled half a bottle from behind the counter. Not fancy, but enough for tonight.

Fuck any amount of money he has; this kiss is worth more than a million dollars. A sexual shiver runs down my spine as I allow myself to press harder against his warm and inviting body. My desires have now turned into reality as the lemon taste slides across my tongue creating a magical and very sensual moment. He gently slides his fingers into the band of my jeans, lightly sliding them against the lowest part of my back and the top part of my ass.

I just wanted to think of my drink, the soft taste, and nothing but the taste, no her, no him. Focusing on the taste, it was apple-flavored with a hint of mango. It reminded me of her lips, even if it had no mango. Those lips, I had yet to get the full version of that kiss. It was more of a six-second peck, enough to memorize the feeling of her lips on mine and the slight taste of apple. Definitely her lip gloss, but still… she owed me a kiss, just one kiss. Would that be too hard to ask? Has he kissed her before? Was it accidentally or intentionally? Did she enjoy it? Was he any good?

He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.

“Now are you going to be able to find your way to the lodge? It’s only about fifty yards. Just follow the path out the front door and go back the way we came. If you’re not at the bar in twenty minutes, I’m going to send someone after you.” “I think I can find the way.” She couldn’t shake her gaze from his. He blinked once and she wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Almost as if he read her mind, his head lowered and his lips met hers. Shocked, Anne gasped, her lips parted, and Brad deepened the kiss. She lost herself in the warm pressure of his lips, the minty taste of his mouth, the unexpected but welcome thrust of his tongue.

All she remembered was his golden touch in the garden she thought paradise. His one touch…his one whisper…his kisses to remembered for an eternity. She was…she is…she always will be Aiwa, the broken rose with smiling eyes. Her body, her mind belonged to the jackal of the night. She will never escape the shadows of darkness. Her fate was concealed on the day of sixteen candles lasting seven days. She was Gia…she was Mia, the woman with silent tears gleaming in the moonlight. Beneath the High Moon, in the Garden of Evil, forever more knowing only one touch, one whisper, one kiss, her eternity…