Novel & Cerita Rouge Kissing Knuckles

The air around us seems charged with electricity and I begin to think, will he kiss me here, in front of everyone? “What is going on here?” I hear Ms. Azizen thunder as she marches into the room in a very un-ballerina-like manner. Our adoring audience scuffles into position but Adam holds my hand and raises it to his lips. Before I can let out a yelp of protest, he presses his lips to the back of my hand and staring deep into my eyes, he says, “You humble me, Gigi.” I open my mouth and close it again. I am giddy with euphoria and dizzy with love for this endearing boy standing in front of me. I wonder what he sees when he looks at me.

I clutched the necklace tighter in my hands being this close with him made my body shiver and something knot in my lower belly "Do you want me to kiss you?" He asked huskily lowering his lips dangerously close to mine "What! no...no..i..." I opened my mouth stuttering again. "Touch you ? " he asked again his minty breath against my lips .I shivered. His hand tightened around my wrist, cutting off circulation as his other hand began moving dangerously up my thighs. My face was as red as a tomato by now. This was beyond humiliation and embarrassment.

Billy was standing before us with a bouquet of roses. “Now. Here are the rules, big horny kids,” the funny guy began with a smirk. “I will be showing you a rose. If the color is white, you must kiss the hand of the person on your left. If the rose is yellow, you must pick a place on the body of the player on your left. If I show you a red one, then you must give us a show of a passionate kiss...touching is required. Yeah, you get it...basically, you make out with the person on your left.”

A muffled groan escaped his throat. That boosted my confidence, so I decided to experiment some more. My hand trailed up his neck to the back of his head. My fingers ran through his lush dark hair, tugging on it slightly. He responded by grabbing a firm hold on my neck and deepening our kiss. When I refused to part my mouth open, he bit on my lower lip, causing me to gasp. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside as he began to taste each and every corner of my mouth.

I scraped my nails across his back as he trusted deep inside of my wet pussy, the only sounds filling the room were our bodies slapping against each other and our ragged breaths. Hunt pressed his lips against my neck and before I knew what he was doing, he bit my skin with his sharp canines. My head rolled back and I came hard around his thick cock, going over the edge. My arms slipped from around his neck as I trembled, but Hunt kept going until he too was coming, filling me with his hot come. Hunt found my lips once again and kissed me. He kissed me as if he had never kissed me before, with his warm tongue seeking mine, his teeth nibbling my lips mouth, his entire mouth possessing mine in

His lips sweetly touched mine. I reacted unknowingly, returning his caresses. He kept holding the back of my head, pulling me even closer to him. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and skillfully moved it around, giving me an indescribable thrill. I had never thought it's possible to feel that much excitement from a kiss.

Ava blinked. Just once. He was standing close now. She could see the tension around his eyes. The sweat along his collarbone. The tremor in his voice he didn’t try to hide. “You’re scared,” she said, softer than she meant to. “So are you.” They stared at each other. The air felt too still. And Ava, without knowing why, lifted her hand — just slightly — and brushed her knuckles against the fabric at his wrist. Not a gesture of affection. Just… presence.

Ray’s POV Over the years I have come across a lot of rogues, the dodgy ones, the ones you should avoid completely. But I have never met a rogue as clumsy or as obvious as Cassandra, it is like she is asking to be discovered. I remember the first day I walked into the restaurant, she looked like a deer caught in the headlight, literally. Her eyes went as wide as saucers and she pretty much fell out of her chair to get away drawing people’s attention to her.

“A perfect face is without blemish. Look at this obvious mole. You do flatter yourself” I caught her by the wrist and before she could draw her hands away, I planted soft kisses on her knuckles, not breaking eye contact. Her eyes softened, awe sparkling in them. “Not only did I get to kiss your knuckles, I got you to look at me” That was when she snapped out of it and forced her hand away from my grip. “Shit…” She cussed, blinking away. I smiled, kissing her softly on the cheeks. “Now that I have gotten you to look at me, what is the problem,”

Leaning in toward his ear, I whispered, “Knee-trembling.” “No way. My tie made these knees tremble?” Breathing out a tantalized groan when I kissed his throat, he ran his hands down my thighs until he reached my knees. Then he sat up so he could twist his torso until he was relaxing against the backrest of the sofa with one of my legs draped over his lap and the other tucked behind him. He lifted my bent leg, exposing the skin through ripped cloth so he could lean in and press his lips directly to my skin. Then he stroked his fingers over my other knee as if apologizing for ever making it quake. I went a little dizzy as his fingers slid down my calf and over my ankle where he began to loosen