Sweet Like Honey Novels & Stories

The sticky sweetness made me gasp at the contrast with the cool air. He started licking slowly, his tongue tracing every drop from my collarbone down, sucking gently on my nipples until they were hard and sensitive. I arched my back, my fingers threading through his hair as he leaned lower, lapping at the honey pooling on my belly. The sensation was incredibly erotic, his warm tongue scraping the sticky sweetness as his groans vibrated against my skin. “Delicious,” he growled, spreading my legs wider. He poured more honey directly onto my clit, then sucked it off with hunger, Ishook, pulling his hair.

Rose blushed with embarrassment, feeling increasingly lost with Jonathan's out-of-place words. "Honey …" Worried that he might say something even more embarrassing, Rose swiftly turned around and bit his lips, stopping any further words from escaping.

"It's beautiful. Why is it called Butterfly Kisses?" The air was taken away from me, no one had asked that question before and I was adamant to answer it. But, how could I not give him the satisfaction? "Do you know where the Butterflies taste their food?" "In their feet." "Yes, you’re right. Thus, the song is about trampling someone under their feet." Yulian swung his head to the side somehow unable to comprehend the idea about the song. "But it was such a merry song." "Because there is sadness behind every merry smile." I turned my head away from him, for the rest of the night I refrained myself from talking. There was a heavy burden in my chest.

Her lips looked so full and pink that I just want to bite with my own teeth and maybe this is the only chance I have to do this. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her, it's like this thick cloud looming over us while everyone disappears. We wouldn't go far, it will only ever be a fantasy from afar but she surprised me, standing up and crossing the distance between us. She was determined, having that fierce fire burning in her eyes. Devouring my soul and setting my skin on fire. She definitely liked what she saw, those decadent honey orbs leisurely feasting upon my naked chest. The swirl of desire so potent and raw that it snapped her control. "just once" she begged.

He shivered visibly and pulled the blanket higher around his chest. “You want to know the worst part?” he whispered. “I loved you. Even while I was killing you, I loved you. I called you honey because that’s what you were to me. My honey. My everything. And I destroyed it. I destroyed us.” Tears slipped down his wrinkled cheeks. He did not wipe them away. He just let them fall, his eyes fixed on the space where I stood.

I could not believe how much sweet stuff she could eat. I noticed Chad watching Jill with an open mouth. He had not seen Jill in snack mode yet. “She likes her sweet stuff” I laughed as he shut his mouth and sat down next to her “What?” Jill asked with her mouth full of chocolate “Nothing dear” Chad laughed “Would you like me to pour you a glass of coke?”

“I can do sweet.” “Really?” The thunder from the last lighting finally rumbled. The storm was still several miles away. “Give me a sample of sweet.” “Sugar,” he said in a dark, silky voice. He wasn’t even looking at her. With nothing but his voice, he was melting her bones. If she didn’t get him up to her room— “Maple syrup.” Shannon blinked. “Huh?” “Honey. You wanted sweet, I’m giving you sweet. Chocolate cake.

Honey. The taste of sweetness. And so much sugar that it can get you high. So sweet that it can get your brain numb and your senses zapping. Falling somewhere deep and the same moment when it hits you all with full force. A satisfied eye roll and head hang back while a moan escapes your lips. That is exactly what happened when Andreas pressed his lips on Annalise’s pink and soft ones. Digging his nail into the skin of her jaw, Andreas, forced her to wince and part her lips.

She was trembling constantly now, thighs shaking, voice gone hoarse from begging. “Please—please just let me—” “Not yet.” He reached for the honey. This time he didn’t drizzle. He poured it straight from the jar in a thick, amber stream directly over her clit and watched it slide down in slow, viscous ribbons. The honey was warmer than the chocolate, thicker, clinging to every fold. When he finally touched her again it was with the pad of his thumb—pressing the honey into her clit in slow, firm circles while two fingers slid back inside, fucking through the sticky sweetness.

Who is the person to give all this? “Hazel, pride of my mansion! I am pleased to see you. Good morning, how did you sleep, huh?” Honey was dripping from her tongue but alas, the honey was mixed with sugar. Something fake and indigestible. “Come here, we’ve got a big deal and I want to go there and take care of my customers, as we know how beautiful you are…” she threw a fake smile in her direction. Like always!