Sweet Words To Make Him Smile Novels & Stories

“They are simply perfect for me to play with. I think these and your pussy will become my favorite playthings, my dear.” “You do?” she asked. “Oh, yes.” He said as he licked his lips as he watched her awakening to her more sensual side. He knew he was the reason, and that made him even more happy to have this innocent little creature in front of him. The things he wanted to do to her were running through his mind. “Like how?” she asked softly.

I feel a bit bad, so I kiss his lips. “I’m sorry.” He grins at me, sending butterflies scattering in my stomach. It really is unfair that he is so gorgeous. “That’s ok. Good morning, my love.” “Morning, sweet cheeks,” I reply, chuckling. “Sweetcheeks?” He looks at me quizzically. “I’m trying to choose a term of endearment.” He laughs and proceeds to squeeze my bum. “These are sweet, while mine are…yeah, keeping looking.” I laugh as I nestle my face into his neck because I can’t get enough of his scent. I relax as he trails his hands up my naked body, sending jolts of electric energy to every place he touches.

I've been able to smell people's emotions since I was a child. Affection smells sweet. Sorrow smells bitter. Disgust and anger smell spicy. I'd been with Bruce Dawson for ten years, and the scent that clung to him had never changed. It was always sweet, cloyingly so. The only thing that ever shifted was the day my older sister left the country. That night, when he came home late, his scent had turned bitter enough to make me frown. But I never connected the two. Not until three years later, when my sister came home to get married. That day, his scent was bitter laced with something spicy, a mix I'd never smelled on him before. It struck me as strange. Without thinking, I followed him

Today, she hoped he could do the same and save her from her own miserable brain - if not from the bitter aftertaste this entire situation had left in her mouth. It was a task she wasn't up to, sure she wouldn't have the same effect that he did. What could she say? He had a way with words - whenever he actually spoke them - and somehow, someway, he always managed to cure her of her anger, her sadness, her nerves - whatever it was that bothered her, he always had a way to fix it. Barely even had to try, as his smile worked as its own antidote most days, if not just one good look at his face. Those ocean eyes of his never failed to pull her in, drowning her in the best way. Cleansing her, consu

He smelled really delicious that she just wanted to eat him there itself. his grinning face is still freshly printed in her mind, she instantly prayed to god to keep him always smiling and happy because he seems best when he smiles flexing his dimples. it would be a lie if she said she didn't enjoy his visuals today. The way he was dressed and pulled himself confidently in front of her did worse to her already weak heart. She liked everything about him, the way he talks, the way he smiles, the way his smiles bring dimples on his cheeks and the way he blinks his eyes. Each and every little thing is special when he does it. and did she even mention the blush ?

His smile. I just love his smile, I promise myself I will always make him smile. I would do anything within my power to make him keep smiling. It suits him. His smile brings out his handsome face, his smile makes me forget myself sometimes. His smile leaves me speechless and makes me do things without thinking. His smile is having a lot of effect on me. I don't think he knows how much I fucking love him and I am so happy that he reciprocate back my love.

"I can make you smile, I can make you laugh, I can make you cry and only I can stop those tears. I can hurt you, and only I can heal you" His word pinched me so hard that it directly struck my core. I didn't realize when our lips met. He gently kissed me, nuzzling my cheeks. "I'll do anything for your smile", he said between the kisses, his hands lightly caressing my bare thighs. "Let me keep you happy, let me make you smile, let me make you feel the luckiest girl in the world, Amayra. Give me a last chance" He kissed me again. The ice in my heart was gradually melting from last night but now I felt it was completely dissolved. The warmth of his words was enough to do that. That kiss seemed

he is giving weird smile and confused why I should care about the people follow me I turned around to go but he pulled by my wrist I fallen on his hard muscular body I frowned he smiled and said "I never knew a face can be beautiful with a sweet smile and cute eyes glittering even without mascara or eyeliner no makeup can describe your cuteness no words can describe your beautiful heart" his words made me blush what's happening with me I never felt like this anytime is it my hormones or this guy is too capable in capturing girl's heart I moved away and said "see enough flirting you can do your work I'm not that kind of easy girl falls for your flirting"

The sweet fragrance filled the air, the smell was rich and romantic. "Good morning, my love," Ryker whispered, his eyes sparkling with romance. "We wanted to surprise you." Blaze leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "We love you, and we wanted to show you just how much." Storm and Rain chimed in, each sharing their own sweet sentiments. I felt my heart swell with love and appreciation for these incredible men.

I tried to Smile. "No you are extremely sweet and the gazal was beautiful. What is bothering you? Any person would be happy to have you in his life. He has to be an idiot if he doesn't like you. Please don't cry. " he said so sweetly that I smiled. I was falling...