Smother You With Kisses Novelas e Histórias

"Then I'll kiss you until you do..." With that, his searing kiss landed, hot and overwhelming, like a kettle boiling over. I could feel the heat consuming me whole…

He squeezed possessively. Lila tilted her face upward. Marcus smiled down at her, his eyes dark with lust, and leaned in. Their lips met in a soft kiss that quickly turned hungry. She felt tiny and protected in his powerful arms as their tongues danced, tasting each other deeply. Her heart raced, pounding in her chest. The kiss grew urgent, wet, and desperate. Soft whimpers escaped her throat as she pressed her full breasts against him, her hard nipples dragging across his skin.

He smiles softly. “I know…” I whispered. His smile was soft and reassuring, his thumb brushing over my trembling bottom lip. "We don't have to do anything else if you're not ready," he whispered sincerely before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips that tasted like me. "I'm good with just eating your pussy all day.”

How could I not have seen it? Before she could respond, Damien leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss. Sofia’s breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding as she felt the warmth of his lips against hers. The kiss deepened, a mix of longing and passion as Damien pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her in a protective embrace.

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

As he pulls away, his gaze is filled with a mixture of longing and pain. "Don't ever let another man get close to you," he whispers, his voice laced with emotion. I search his eyes, seeing the depth of his torment. Without hesitation, he captures my lips once more, pouring all his emotions into the kiss, and I melt into his embrace, lost in the intensity of our connection. We are kissing like crazy. Like our lives depend on it. His tongue slips inside my mouth, gentle but demanding, and it’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced, and I suddenly understand why people describe kissing as melting because every square inch of my body dissolves into his.

He stared at them for a long moment, breathing hard. “Fuck, baby girl,” he murmured. “Look at these pretty tits. Been driving me crazy for years.” He climbed onto the bed, covering her with his much larger body. He kissed her , deep, possessive , then moved lower. His mouth latched onto her left breast, sucking hard on the nipple while his hand cupped and squeezed the soft, full flesh. He twisted the nipple between his fingers, tugging and rolling it until Sophie whimpered and arched into his mouth.

Unable to control my anger and boiling blood, I ran over to hug her, placing passionate passionate kisses on her cherry lips, to satisfy the longing. Despite Thu's struggles trying to avoid my kisses, I still don't want to let go, just hope this moment can be hugged again. Hot drops of water rolled down my cheeks and touched my face, making me dumbfounded. Do you cry when I forcefully kiss you? Do you hate me that much?

It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a collision of unspoken desires and pent-up feelings that had simmered beneath the facade we had both worn. As our lips met, time seemed to unravel, and the world melted away, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of his presence. His kiss was fervent, a declaration of sentiments that words had failed to capture. The warmth of his breath, the tenderness of his touch, all merged into a tapestry of sensations that enveloped me completely.

He leaned across the table. "Sophie," he whispered, his voice thick with a forced passion. He brought his lips down on hers, giving her a heated, intense kiss. It wasn't the tender kiss of a loving husband; it was a desperate, all-consuming act meant to block out the world. He used his body to shield her view, his mind screaming in chaos while his lips moved with a frantic energy.