Rem And Ram Kissing Novels & Stories

Then I swallowed hard and said, "I want all of you, too, Ramon. I’m not scared." Something snapped between us. Ramon closed the space in a single, hungry heartbeat, grabbing me again and crashing his mouth onto mine. This kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was rough, fierce, almost desperate, like he had been starving, and I was the only thing that could satisfy him.

For a brief moment, shock registers on his face before his body relaxes and he chuckles in amusement. “You sounded just like Jase for a moment. Thank you,” he whispers to me, though I do not incline what he is thanking me for. “Jase praises us like that we do something he approves of as if we are dogs or something. You distracted me.” His calloused tattooed hands cup my face answering my unspoken query. He kisses me and sighs into his mouth with relief when his tongue sweeps over mine. I taste the mixture of his peanut butter whiskey mix with my chocolate cherry Irish cream whiskey; it’s intoxicating. The kiss deepens and I moan relaxing into his body as he takes control. “That’s enough!” Ra

I look up. Remy is still on his knees, gold eyes wide, breath caught somewhere between fear and worship. I step forward, slide my fingers into his thick black Caddo hair (silk and cedar and summer nights), pull him up to me, and kiss him like the world isn’t watching. Deep. Slow. Like we have all the time the oceans tried to steal from us. He makes that low, broken sound he only makes when he forgets words exist, hands finding my waist, pulling me flush against him.

“Do you remember the anagrams in the pinball machine? Words are traps for ideas. I don’t need to say them because you already know.” “How will I know if you don’t say them?” “Because it’s our hearts that are speaking to each other.” “I see…” Sasha blushed. Normally timid, this time he bent down slightly to kiss Aki on the forehead. Aki closed her eyes at the gentle, cold touch of his lips. “You tell me this now?” she whispered. Afterwards, they both walked out of the antechamber into separate rooms and their shy glances over their shoulders were the last they ever saw of each other.

“On the lips.” “I would rather kiss a fucking duck, this guy is not even attractive.” “Fuck off mate, girls and guys dig this face.” Edward scowled and I rolled my eyes. “Plus, we’re all straight so kissing on the lips is a no-no.” Raymond said in a girly voice and Edward agreed. “Oh hell no, it’s a dare. It’s either you do that or take off your shirt or pants.” Lianna said out loud and the girls agreed in excitement, except me of course.

He crushed the glass on the side table...whiskey splashing, forgotten, and captured her mouth in a fierce kiss. His tongue plunged deep, claiming, while his arms banded around her waist, lifting her against him. Ramona wrapped her legs around his hips, grinding her bare pussy...no panties tonight, against the bulge in his pants. 'Fuck, you're hard already,' she gasped, breaking the kiss. 'Been hard for you since day one,' he growled, carrying her to the bed.

For a moment, the tension between them softened, replaced by a quiet understanding that neither of them dared to put into words. Ray shifted, his body pressing against hers as he kissed her deeply, the intensity of it sending a shiver down her spine. Samira responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, losing herself in the feel of his lips on hers. The kiss quickly escalated, their hands exploring familiar paths with renewed urgency.

She moaned into the kiss. Sitting back I saw that Abel went back to work on her cunt as I looked back over to Remmie. I could tell by her facial expressions that she was attempting to hide her climax by biting her bottom lip. Little hellion. Before she could slip over I again turned off the device and laughed as she began to use every known profanity that she could and even create her own.