Sweetheart Kissed Novels & Stories

"Not going anywhere, Sweetness." She nods, swallowing hard, but the worry doesn’t fully leave her gaze. Rising on her toes, she leans in, pressing her lips to mine. The kiss is soft at first, but there’s a desperation beneath it. I pull her closer, deepening the kiss, fondling her breast. Her hand wraps around my cock wanking me slowly, giving me a real hand job, up and down until all my blood rushes to my groin. “If you keep this up I’m going to…”

he said, his voice firm and full of sincerity. A pang of pain struck his chest as Jessica’s tears welled up once more. Before they could fall, he gently brushed the edges of her eyes with his fingers. He gave her a restrained smile, never breaking the gaze locked on her beautiful face. Slowly, he leaned in, until their lips met. The kiss was tender yet profound, a sweetness that seemed to melt away the lingering bitterness both had carried in their hearts. In that moment, nothing else existed... just the warmth of each other, quiet and healing.

Her hands dig into my shoulders, wrecking every ounce of control I thought I had. I’m huge. I know I am. And I always prep my partners, no point hurting them if the goal is to fuck them right. But even the best can’t take all of me the way Claire does. And now, as my fingers work that pussy open, my mouth waters. “Kiss me,” I rasp against her shoulder. She pulls back, her lips finding mine. It’s not fiery, not the usual searing, reckless mess. It’s sweet. Sweet. And it fucking ruins me. Kisses aren’t supposed to feel this good. They’re just mouths. Just spit. But this one? It makes me crazy. Starved.

He nibbles at my lips kissing me shamelessly right in front of Ethan and I almost let out a moan due to his wonder working lips My breath catches; my fingers tighten around the edge of the table. My mind screams but my body betrays me, warmth shoots up my spine, and when he finally pulls away, the world is a blur. My lips tremble from the kiss and I know they are swollen “Sorry I’m late, sweetheart,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb against the corner of my lips as if wiping away invisible proof. Sweetheart. The word lands like fire. Ethan looks like he’s swallowed a bullet. His knuckles are white on the table. “What the hell is this?” he snaps.

Beautiful… he called me beautiful, I stared up into his eyes and took in every word he said to me, “Sweetheart, are you in any pain; did anyone hurt you?” Sweetheart… those words melted my heard and I shook my head in response; he smiled sweetly at me, it was not his usual “prince charming” kind of smile; it was that smile that spoke a thousand words that he could not say, I don’t know what came over me; but I wanted to shower all this affection that I felt on him, I pulled him close and kissed him, he was my first kiss; my only kiss… my forever kiss, I felt the sparks and saw the fireworks explode in my head; he pulled me closer and deepened our kiss, he picked me up, instinctively I wrappe

Maverick said. “Are you Serious?” she asked as her eyes lit up. “Yes.” He said, and she leaned up and kiss him. “I like that reward.” “I am glad you do.” She said with a smile. “I do hope this between us lasts, my dear. I think you shall be fun to have around.” Maverick said. “Now I find myself ready to relax some more, and I do believe I should wash you clean. You, of course, should do the same to me.”

The three of them connected by phone, no words now, just the sound of breathing and the city waking up around them in the way it woke up every morning, indifferent to everything happening on this particular street. "We go in," Elena said. "We go in," Alexander said. They moved toward the door together. Elena's hand found Alexander's in the dark space between one step and the next. Not strategy. Not performance. Just her hand finding his because it had started to understand where it belonged. He held it for exactly two seconds. Then they reached the door. Alexander looked at her one final time. She nodded. He knocked. Three times. Deliberate. Unhurried.

She held me captive by her gaze as she looked for any lies in my words. “I can say in all honesty I have never kissed a mouth like yours.” I explained, tracing my thumb over her lips. “And oddly, you do taste a bit like strawberries. I knew just one kiss wouldn’t be enough. That I wanted more. That I wanted all of you. The good, the bad, and the ugly.” Cassidy gasped, lips parting ever so slightly under my thumb. “You… you can’t be serious.” “I’m very serious, Cassidy.” I assured her, leaning closer as Shawn Mendes’ Always Been You started to play. Yet another fitting song.

Grace’s eyes widened as her head was guided back, surprised to find a different intensity in his gaze. Then, without a word, he leaned down and kissed her—no, tasted her. His tongue swept over her lips, claiming the lingering caramel for himself. Sweet, rich, and dizzying. He licked softly, savoring, before letting her go. Grace turned scarlet, twisting around and giving him a little punch. “What was that?!” He just smiled, tightening his arm around her waist to steady her, “Having dessert.” She bit her lip, huffing, “So what, now that dessert’s done, you’re leaving?”