Shoulder Kisses Novels & Stories

I was in pain, and I knew that he saw that more than anyone. The two of us walked toward the bed and I laid on my side. I turned to my side, giving him my back and he raised himself, putting his hand on my shoulder before he leaned in and kissed my shoulder. My heart skipped a beat as he let his lips linger there for a second. He ran his hand over my arm, gently massaging it, and I couldn’t help the tears that fell from my eyes as he did.

And then he pulled me closer to himself, shutting my mouth with a kiss. I threw my both hands over his shoulders, aggressively kissing on his lips, matching his pace and doing a bit extra. We were both out of breath but wouldn't stop, his fingers lingered still on my nipple while I slowly grinned on his dick, occasionally letting out loud gasp into his mouth. I could feel him grow harder inside of me, I could feel my pussy stretched and clung tightly to his dick, I could feel all of that, it was some crazy mind blowing shit I must confess. Jason broke out from the kiss, heaving out loudly as he stared down on me. He grabbed on my boobs, taking it all into his mouth and fondling on its fleshy

The last of the tension left his shoulders. He didn’t say another word. He leaned in and pressed his lips to my shoulder, a soft, slow kiss. Then he moved to the base of my throat, his breath hot against my skin. He trailed kisses along my jaw, each one slower and more deliberate than the last. I felt his hands move, one sliding down to my hip, the other still cradling my head.

We both froze, the air thick with tension. Slowly, almost agonizingly, he moved again. This time, he pressed delicate kisses along my shoulder, each one making it harder for me to breathe. As he reached the edge of my shoulder, he suddenly jerked back to my neck and planted an open-mouthed kiss there, sending a jolt of surprise through me. His arm whisked from my waist to the back of my nape, gripping me gently but firmly. He tilted my head upward, and a soft moan slipped past my lips, unbidden and full of longing.

My whole body submerged briefly, and I quickly resurfaced, shaking my head to clear the water. "Do you want to exacerbate your shoulder injury?" I asked with great concern. Instead of responding, he held my waist firmly against him and planted a passionate kiss on my lips. I kissed him back as if it were my first kiss, my soul yearning for him just as he yearned for me. After a moment, I pulled back from the kiss and exclaimed, "We just kissed!" "How do you feel?" he asked, and this time, I pulled him closer and kissed him again. While we were kissing, he took my right hand and placed it against his intimate area, whispering into my ear,

Her tone held a hint of childish disappointment. He observed her approach, his jaw clenching firmly. Standing by his chair, she reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder. "Please," she cooed, bending down and trailing her fingers over to his other shoulder. Her arm now rested on his shoulders, and she gently blew a kiss on his right temple. "Don't remain this way…"

My lips parted but he quickly sealed it with an oft, warm kiss. He gently bit my lower lip making me moan a little as I tiptoed to even deepen our passionate lips together. He carefully pushed me until my back felt the cold tiles then his kisses went down to my jaw, to my neck, down to my chest. I looked up, when he suck my shoulder, leaving a tattoo of love embroidered on my skin.

The sky was dark purple now, and the air was humid, dark, and full of promise. “Yup, definitely the best view on the island,” Noah whispered, making me turn. He wasn't looking at the night sky or the ocean. He was looking at me. It was slightly cheesy, but I enjoyed the compliment. Noah moved forward, gathering me up in his arms. The masculine scent of his light cologne was exhilarating. His mouth slowly slanted to mine, sending small thrills up and down my spine. He went further, tasting me with his tongue like I was something to be savored. A low moan escaped my lips as he pulled me closer to him, his arms strong and demanding around me. His kiss was sweeter than heaven and hotter than hel

He caught my wrist, brought my hand to his mouth, and kissed my palm. That tiny gesture almost undid me. Marcus kissed my shoulder while his fingers kept the pressure. I lifted and sank, lifted and sank, wet enough now that the sound of it was obscene in the quiet room. Jarek reached past me for Marcus, and Marcus leaned forward willingly. Their mouths met over my shoulder while I moved between them. I felt the kiss as much as I saw it—Marcus’s breath catching, Jarek’s hips twitching up into me like he couldn’t help it.

I was a little nervous about his gentle treatment. When his lips touched the skin of my shoulder, I couldn't help but moan softly. "En...sshh." The sensation was so intense and pleasant. Every time he kissed my shoulder, I felt like I was falling from a great height, but strangely, I enjoyed every moment. It was like floating in the air, swaying in intoxicating bliss. "You're so intoxicating, Noella, and I love it."