Sealed Lips Novels & Stories

Jealous by Maoli Before Shane released my chin, I swallowed with my mouth wide open. His eyes darkened as I licked my bottom lip. He was angry, but I could tell from the way his breathing picked up that he was pleased. His thumb pressed into my lip and I stared into his eyes as he slid his finger in. My lungs screamed for air, but my lower lips wanted to poke the angry wolf. He pulled his thumb out, his hand disappearing from my skin.

Selene shrugs, lifting her lips to his jaw. "Naughty girl." Liam's husky voice rumbles. He moves his clothes, only leaving his boxers. He leans forward between her legs, running his lips across her bare thigh. He leaves one final kiss on her inner thigh before burying his face between her legs. His tongue flicks forward, taking a tentative taste of her clit. Selene jumps at the contact.

I should've used the smudge-proof ones. I looked back at Adrian and smothered a laugh when I saw the state of his lips. I didn't know how I failed to notice this earlier. His lips were swollen as mine but the bits of lipstick he had all over his lips, corners of his mouth and cheeks made him looked like an abused clown.

He looked insanely divine with his orbs closed. His face was tinted reddish pink and his swollen lips was smeared with my glossy lipstick. "Now you should know the answer to your question and don't ever let me see another tear in your eyes because if I did, it won't be good for you."

His touch was careful, deliberate, and carried a depth of love that seemed to plea for something beyond mere physical intimacy. There was a softness in every movement of his lips, a subtlety that spoke volumes. Each kiss felt like an expression of a profound emotion, an unspoken longing, and a sincere desire to connect on a level that transcended the immediate moment. His lips conveyed a story, a narrative of patience, care, and a fervent plea for understanding and acceptance.

She was lying back, trying to concentrate on the pleasures Sheela was giving her, her legs locked tightly over Sheela's back. Rajesh moved his hand up, cupping Sheela's asscheek and pushing it away from him. The second time he did that, he heard a wet "smack" come between her legs as her wet pussy lips parted stickily. Rajesh leaned over and began to alternate, lifting each asscheek, pushing them together, and pulling them apart. It took only seconds to cause her pussy to make its approval known with wet noises. Her lips showed twinkling droplets of juice forming in her golden bush, moist and inviting. Her lips were full and beginning to swell as a white pearlescent drop began peering from h

Kourtney swallowed hard in her throat. The man was really scolding her for the simple act of hugging Liam. The way he had been giving her a cold shoulder attitude made her assume it had to be something more serious. She couldn’t believe his childish jealousy! She bit her lip, feeling her anger boiling beneath the surface. “And stop biting your lips! You have no idea what it does to me.” Sebastian added as he took a step closer, towering her. Instinctively, he put his thump in her mouth in a dominant gesture, silencing her protest, and rendering her speechless.

It was the only thing that kept her subdued and tamed. Like a veterinarian examining a pet, I ran my thumb over her lips, keenly staring at her. Her soft, full lips, her smooth skin slightly tanned by hours of being under the sun. I did a slow, sensual sweep of her mouth with my fingers. I loved how slimy it was and the way she sucked on them told how much she must love it too.

I began the second stage, fastening my lips over her hole like a limpet clamping to a rock, and then alternating between spearing thrusts inwards with my tongue, curling it to give it greater rigidity and penetrative power, and then sucking hard as I withdrew it. This is a technique that I learnt, who said that my wide pouty lips were just ideal for the purpose (together with my dark eyes, they also give me a sultry look which a lot of women find a real turn-on due to its contrast with my otherwise sweet-innocent-teen appearance of tumbled red hair, ginger freckles, high pert breasts and slim youthful body).

I lie, popping the cap and lifting the bottle toward his mouth. He eyes it. “That says for external use only.” “Then shut your mouth,” I say coolly, “and it’ll be external.” He presses his lips together, flinching despite himself. His bottom lip is swollen, split, fuller on one side, bruised and tender. The top lip rests against it, blanching from the pressure. For the first time in years, he isn’t taunting me, isn’t pushing, isn’t trying to dominate the space.