Novel & Cerita Neckline Stubble

Even with clothes on, I could feel the intensity of his closeness. The view was expansive. Almost the whole of the racing circuit was visible. “You must give something to take something, Alexei.” I shifted my gaze towards him, I sucked in a sharp breath. The sunlight, slyly tiptoeing onto his face, accentuated the striking contours of his jawline, while his intense eyes gleamed with a hint of smoky grey. The meticulously groomed stubble added a touch of ruggedness to his already dark presence. With bated breath, I clutched my legs tightly as he unconsciously brushed his tongue across his lips, leaning back ever so slightly.

Those slanted emerald-green eyes of his were drawing me in again, making me feel like I was boneless. Nico had a rakish way of dressing, the buttons on his dress shirt left undone, his tattoos peeking through. His ginger hair was slicked back, but he had a day’s worth of stubble on his face, and my body remembered the feel of it against my bare back. A lazy smile lifted one side of his lips like he read my mind, his nostrils flared somewhat.

Sculpted to perfection. While he is still looking down, my eyes roam over his perfectly tanned skin and every carved-out muscle. I see the two swallow tattoos, one on either side of his neck. His one arm is covered in ink, beautiful images and I wonder what they represent and what story they hold. His shoulders are huge and shredded, and his chest… I swallow… I see the top of his rock-hard abs showing above the counter. And my eyes catch something glistening. Is that… a stud? His left nipple has a piercing. My eyes check his other nipple... nope, just one. Why is that so sexy on him?

How can it suddenly feel different after years of it feeling one way? I’ve always appreciated that he was an attractive male. He stands at a solid six foot two, his jet black hair is short on the sides but the top falls past his shoulders when its out. Today though, its pulled up into a bun. His jaw is chiselled and defined, coated in a light stubble. I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen him clean shaven. He’s wearing a loose linen shirt, but his built form is still evident underneath it. His pants are tight, the ends tucked into his combat boots.

Manik mumbled over her lips. Nandini hugged him tightly with all her strength. Manik too held her closer to him as if trying to hide her in his embrace. He hid his face in her neck and nuzzled his nose over there. He also placed numerous pecks in that area. His beards were pricking her skin but she loved the feeling, she rubbed her palm over his stubble filled cheeks.

They need tо be сlеаnеd рrореrlу or ѕhе’ll get an іnfесtіоn. I look mоrе сlоѕеlу аt thе marks оn her neck аnd ѕее thе рrеѕѕurе hе аррlіеd was mоrе thаn ѕіgnіfісаnt. Thеѕе guуѕ weren’t mеѕѕіng аrоund. Her collarbones are ѕо dеlісаtе undеrnеаth thе blаnkеt. Thе hollow at thе base оf hеr nесk shines wіth a ѕmаll gold chain.

I feel like kicking myself. My mouth started to dry as he threw his shirt off. His chiseled pecs led to six-pack abs, which led to a deciduous V. The hairline started from his navel and disappears down his pants was making me wetter. I fixed my attention on his abs. I want to lick them and carve them into my own image.

Manik asked, opening his eyes. Nandini was startled a little. "You're awake?” He just hummed in response. She composed herself and smiled gently. “I was curling your mustache for you.” She stopped for a while before starting once again as Manik didn’t say anything. “By the way, I was just thinking, have you ever thought of trimming your beard? I think it would look nice and it's good to change up styles every now and then. I didn’t see you changing it for a while."

The sides of his hair are shaved to the same length as his sideburns and beard, leaving the top angled to the side. Delicious. “Anyone,” one of the other guys says in a Latin accent. His voice is so deep and smooth it makes my pussy shiver. His hair is pitch black and falls to his shoulders. His sharp chin is covered in stubble. He is not as tall as the first, but just as broad and strong.

Just my luck I would bag the one man in the world who looks hotter with a hangover, not worse, all while I look like crap. His stubble is about 3mm away from beard stage and I reach out and run my fingers across his chin impulsively as soon as he gets close, as though I’m an inquisitive child eager to feel this crazy phenomenon that grows fast on that tanned face. I guess it’s because he’s olive-skinned and foreign with black hair that erupts at the speed of light. He must shave twice a day to keep that baby-faced clean-shaven look he usually sports. I hate to admit, but I like this just as much. It highlights that sexy square jaw and masculine look he so effortlessly has. Makes him even mor