Novel & Cerita Sweetheart Kissed

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

badly. I turned and leaned up to kiss him. It was as if we were instantly transported back in time, back to our little house on the beach. Our time apart melted away as though it had never been. His hands went to the sides of my face, embracing me as he kissed me. It was the tender kiss of two people in love. Soon, however, the kiss turned from tender to passionate, as our tongues began to move against each other. I stood and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, and his hands went to my sides.

A confident smile broke across my face when I turned around and looked at the door. My boyfriend, Alex Reyes, a talented architectural designer who respected me greatly, was standing there. He stepped into the room, cradling a bouquet of fresh lilies. His blue eyes were overflowing with tenderness and admiration as he pressed a kiss to my forehead. "You're so beautiful today, darling. I can't tear my eyes away from you. Are you ready? The flashing cameras outside are eager to capture your radiance." I shot an easy smile at him before locking arms with him as if it was second nature.

With a soft, understanding sigh, I surrendered and let him take total lead. He cupped my face gently, nuzzling his nose against mine, which coaxed a small, breathless giggle out of me. Then, slowly, with agonizing softness, he finally connected our lips. The kiss was incredibly sweet, free from rushed lust, and filled with a deep, pure love. He savored the feeling of my lips against his before deepening the pressure. Every movement remained deliberate and teasing, yet entirely devoted.

My lips tease hers, seeking the friction of her mouth, urging me to feel the petal­ like softness on me. "Kiss me, sweetheart," I murmur. She inhales deeply, her hands finding the sides of my face. She tilts her head, placing her mouth on me as she closes her eyes. This time, her kiss doesn't take me by surprise; it doesn't fill me with torment. It ignites something wild instead. I move a hand to the back of her head, unleashing myself on my son's ex-girlfriend. She gasps as I pry her mouth open, kissing her the only way I know how. My lips are hungry, ravaging her. The taste of her is sweet and salty, a bit tangy from the food she just had. It floods my senses like a rush of adrenaline.

She whispered, “Kiss me. I love the way you kiss me. Like I’m the only thing in the world.” “When I’m kissin’ you, sweetheart, you are the only thing in my world.” Poised at the entrance to her body, he eased in as he took her mouth. He lost his mind in the glove-tight feeling of her pussy closing around his cock from tip to root. He broke the kiss. “Are you okay?” “Yeah.” “That wasn’t very convincin’.” Kade noticed she wore a strange expression. “What? Am I hurtin’ you?” “No.”

She catechized, her cobalt eyes fixed on Jesse's topaz blues. He took a deep breath and rustled it all out in an expeditious sigh. "I'm sorry." K reached for Jesse's nape, tip-toed, closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his. She slightly opened her mouth, darting her tongue out to meet his. Jesse wove his arms around K's back, his palms grazing her bare skin as he held her closer to him. He fought K's kisses, her lips and tongue tasted sweet and tart, like Twizzlers.

Her breath caught, and she turned her head slightly to meet his lips with her own. The kiss started out tender, slow, almost like they were testing the waters. But then, something shifted. A spark ignited between them, and the kiss deepened. Daniel’s hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Tasha responded eagerly, her hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under her fingertips. The rhythm of their kiss grew more insistent, more urgent.

Each word, each kiss, sends waves of warmth through me, igniting a fire that burns hotter with every passing second. “I love you too, Adam.” His lips find mine then, capturing them in a kiss that is both tender and passionate, filled with a deep-seated need that has been simmering just beneath the surface. The kiss quickly deepens, our mouths moving together in a rhythm that feels as natural as breathing. The sweetness of his kiss only heightens the craving building inside me.

Alexander became greedy. Her sweet taste made him want more of her. He wanted to roam inside her mouth. And with the thought of it, he started biting her lips. Victoria was confused. For God's sake, it's her first kiss! She didn't understand why on earth was he doing that!? She gasped and took the chance Alexander entered her mouth. He started devouring her sweet tastes. He could get addicted to this sweet taste for a lifetime. And in no time the gentle kiss turned into a passionate one.