Sonic Kisses Tails Novels & Stories

He asked, seeking for her permission. She nodded her head but didn’t say a word. He takes it off too, now they were both naked on each other. He leaned to her abdomen, and he moved his tongue right from that junction, up to her breast bone. He continues up to her neck, brushing soft kisses on her bare skin. Sonia moaned at each kiss, she was loving the way he played on her. He kissed her from her neck up to her lips, he wasn’t soft as he kissed her hungrily.

A full kiss was like being struck my lightning. He chuckled, nuzzling my inner thigh and tightening his grip on my hips. He did it again and I moaned into the night. His lips applied pressure while his teeth and tongue worked magic. I had never had anything this wonderful in my life. He coaxed me gently to the edge of what I could take. “Aiden,” I whimpered as I started to shake. At his name, he slid one finger inside of me, sliding in on my excitement. With a flick of his tongue and finger in unison, he turned my whimper into a full moan, shooting me into pure bliss.

“I’m sincerely sorry for pulling you into my little game back there when I talked about attending Liana’s wedding with you.” Ashford pauses, staring into my eyes, like he was trying to see through my soul. Goosebumps spread all over my body and I slam my lips shut. “You’re staring.” I point out. “Why are you apologizing, Nox?” He asks and I open my mouth to speak, but no words fall out. My head drops and I mutter. “I don’t know. I just know I’m sorry for pulling you into this mess of mine.” “And what if I say I’m where I want to be?” His deep voice. That unreal confession. Instant whiplash.

His fingers dig into the flesh of my thigh, a possessive contact that announces more. Everything blurs. Time. The muffled sound of the music still filtering through the door—a slow bass rhythm that now seems to beat in time with my pulse. I am nothing but raw sensations: the texture of the cold wall against my bare shoulder, the overwhelming heat of Evan's body against mine, the metallic taste of our kiss mixed with gin, the short breath hissing between our lips when he breaks contact to gently bite my lower lip.

“You twist everything. Even chains sound like gifts when you speak.” For a heartbeat, silence stretched. Then Dante bent lower, his lips close to her ear. “That’s because gifts and chains are the same in my world. What matters is how you wear them.” He straightened, studying her like a king deciding if a pawn might yet become a queen. Finally, he took her hand, not with violence but with unnerving ceremony. He lifted it to his lips and pressed a slow kiss against her knuckles. The heat of it burned deeper than any threat.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

he took his time, sticking his fingers and licking her, savouring the taste of her pussy she digged her hands in his hair as he sucked on her vigorously increasing the viciousiousness of his tongue strokes. "Aaron!" She cried into the night feeling closer to her peak. Her cries only agigated him more, dipping his tongue hard finding a rhythm to work with his fingers and lips. Her pussy clenched, her legs trembling underneath him. "That's it baby come for me he mouthed in her pussy to her waves of climax. Her breath hitched as she felt her release on his lips through her climax, he didn't stop milking her for all the juices her pussy had to give.

He looked back up and I noticed his eyes were the perfect reflection of lust and were so dark you could mistake them for black. He wasted no time when he crushed his lips to mine and pulled me even closer as he deepened the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and run my hand from the base of his neck moving upwards. I felt him shiver and then groan as he moved me even closer. I tilted my head back when I needed some air which allowed him to nibble on my neck and his other hand to go exploring just like at the picnic. "Cole." I whispered.

And…panties melted. “So.” I took a breath when I looked up at him because he stepped even closer, only a breath away. “We’re…We’re really going to…?” I turned too breathless to finish the question. He grinned wolfishly. “Oh yeah,” he answered. “We’re definitely going to.” When his lips pressed against mine, a buzz of desire ricocheted through me with startling awareness. Why were his kisses so freaking potent? I swear, his tongue was laced with an aphrodisiac because I latched on to it and immediately moved closer, needing more.