Suits Kisses Novels & Stories

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.

"If you need a kiss, beautiful, I’ll give you a kiss you won’t forget." Elizabeth's breath caught. He knew she expected him to go up instead of heading south. There were kisses, and there were kisses. Some were the sweet, romantic kinds, with amour in the air and oh-so-gentle temptation involving two lips—two sets of lips. Others were heated, wicked kisses, comprising one set of lips attached to one mouth, one tongue, and a pair of slick, pussy lips.

“Just get over here.” With a cheeky smile on her face, Sue went to him. She looked to the side and saw an assortment of silk ties just lying on the bed. “Well, this looks interesting,” she said before she straddled Knight’s lap. Knight placed his hands on Sue’s back to hold her in place before she leaned in and stole a quick kiss. The kisses trailed down her neck to her bare shoulder. It was so easy to get lost in Knight, to forget about everything else that was going on in the world and just focus on him.

I beamed into his bright green eyes and took a still breath before speaking. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready,” I told him, placing my hands on his shoulders and drawing his lips near to mine. Slowly, like the setting sun and the ocean horizon, our lips came together on his island. The soft scent of a tropical island, the waves, and the beach mingled with his cologne and I knew that I would forever be in love with his island kisses.

I wanted him. He smiled against the kiss, understanding me without speaking another word. In a smooth motion, he twisted and flipped our positions so that I was now laying on the couch with him straddling me. I loved being under him. He kissed down my throat, pausing to nibble on my collarbone before gently nipping at one breast. He didn't stop there. Leaving a trail of kisses, he kept working south until coming to my pants.

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

Even now as we stand close, I yearn to reach out and touch him. Before I can argue more, his lips find mine in a passionately intense kiss. I reach out, searching the material of the suit I'm used to and only find the T-shirt. I fist the material and bring him closer, my tongue slipping between his teeth. He tastes like heaven. Perfect and mine. We fit. Everything is right in the world again.

He gripped my chin pulling me up from the floor "You let go so quickly. I have to reward you" he said "Ah you wanted a kiss." he scoffed "how silly of me to forget but anyway we don't want to leave you with nothing. I’m a gentleman who keeps his word, so here you go" he kissed me on my forehead softly. His lips felt cold, like the kiss of death. I clenched my fists. Sadistic Bastard!!

he confessed, a hint of vulnerability shining through his confident demeanor. Before I could respond, he pulled me into a passionate kiss. I was momentarily taken aback, but the intensity of the moment swept me away. I responded to his embrace, reciprocating the desire that had been brewing within me for far too long. His lips were soft and inviting, his tongue dancing with mine in a perfect rhythm. It was a kiss unlike any other—a culmination of longing, yearning, and unspoken desires.

Unlike the first kiss, this one was a bit in an haste, as if both of them have longed longed for each other. Francis placed his lips on her cheek, trailing kisses from her cheek to her neck to her shoulder. The little moan that came out from Ella lips roused me more, he wished she was in his room where he'd had taken off her clothes but he knew it wasn't needed and he had to take everything slowly. With Ella, her kisses set him ablaze as fast as possible. He stopped trailing kisses on her and he placed his forehead on hers, both of his hands cupping her face.