Sealed Lips Novels & Stories

JASPER Smiling, I closed the little distance between us and captured her lips with mine. As I leaned in, the world seemed to slow down. My heartbeat thudded in my chest, but the moment I felt her lips against mine, everything else faded. Her lips were soft, like the lightest touch of velvet, warm and delicate. I barely dared to press any harder, afraid to break the gentle connection we’d just made.

Sean smirked, knowing very well what she was thinking about. He drew near, a teasing glint in his eyes. “I want more,” he murmured close to her ear, his warm breath making her skin break into tiny goosebumps. She slowly raised her gaze to meet his. Her heart felt a sudden jolt as she caught his gaze flickering to her lips, lingering on them. His demand had little to do with the chips and a great deal to do with her lips.

His fingers gripped my chin firmly, forcing me to hold still as his thumb gently stroked the tense muscle of my cheek. "Stop biting your lip," he murmured, using his other hand to press his thumb against my bottom lip and his index finger against the top, prying my mouth open. Before I could protest, he slid his middle finger past my lips, forcing them apart to prevent me from biting down again. "I hate you," I spat, the words muffled by his intrusion. His lips curled in a tight, humorless smile. "I know." In a sudden, defiant gesture, I tore my face away from his hand and spat directly onto his, wiping my lips with the back of my hand to emphasize my disgust.

Levi lets his sentence die, allowing Jamari to decide how she wants to play this next part. Jamari purses her lips, the sight drawing my attention to her plump lips and sending flames of arousal throughout my system once again. My eyes lock onto her lips as they disappear between her teeth, a nervous habit that I have noticed with Jamari countless times before. Shaking the thoughts from my head, I attempt to regain control over my body.

He could tuck enough snuff under it to last a normal person at least a month; in general the lip lived a life of its own, there toward the bottom of his face. Even when he was just sitting quietly, studying his cards, the lip waved and wiggled as if it had a breeze blowing across it, which in fact it did. Lippy had something wrong with his nose and breathed with his mouth wide open. Accustomed as she was to hard doings, it had still taken Lorena a while to get used to the way Lippy slurped when he was

Levi's kiss was a testament to the intensity of his feelings, a way to bridge the gap that had formed between them and convey the depths of his love. Selena's response was a mixture of surprise and surrender, her lips responding to his with a mixture of passion and vulnerability. The room was alive with the echoes of their connection, a symphony of emotions that reverberated through the air. Their kiss was a declaration of the unspoken promises and the shared journey they had undertaken.

Julian’s tongue delved deep, a slow, thorough exploration that tasted of sweet and the raw desperation of the moment. It was a kiss that demanded entry, a conquest of Leo’s mouth that mirrored the one happening between their bodies. Leo melted into it, his arms sliding around Julian’s neck, pulling him closer, anchoring himself as the world spun dangerously around them. When they finally broke apart, their lips were swollen and glistening, connected by a thin strand of saliva that snapped in the humid air.

He mouths the count down from five along with everyone else. The club bursts into cheers. Liam and I finally lock lips. I love that he enjoys gentle kissing. He takes his time and really enjoys the moment, making every detail mean that much more. "Come on! We have a deal!" Leon laughs. Liam puts his tongue back in his mouth and starts to slow down. He bites into my lip before backing away. He doesn't want to let go, but he does so they don't become more restless. I stand up and walk over to Ishir. As I lean into his cheek with puckered lips, he takes his thumb and wipes away Liam’s residue I forgot to take care of. He laughs when my lips make contact, but I know he appreciates it.

We both watched as it burned down steadily the fire brightening ad it got closer to his lips. Right before it reached him, however, I let go of the lighter, and the fire immediately went off, smoke filtering between both of us. Leone broke into an even bigger smile, before letting go of the burned cigarette. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut through with a knife, and we both just sat there, staring each other down, as if we were gauging the amount of harm we could inflict on the other. "I thought you moved on," I said slowly, my eyes darting away from his. "I thought you forgot it all."

His lips touched her labia. The texture was warm, moist, and soft. His lower lip touched the lower part of the labia, while his upper lip touched the upper part. His lips enclosed the labia between them. His lips were dry, and when they touched her moist skin, the dry lips absorbed some of the moisture, producing a “squeak” sound, like a sponge coming into contact with water.