Tails And Cream Kiss Novels & Stories

I teased as he grabbed the whipped cream. He shrugged. “Guess it’s a good thing I am my own boss right?” He pressed a kiss to my stomach. I squealed as the whipped cream was sprayed on my breasts and stomach. Before the sweet treat could run down to the mattress, Kade licked up my stomach and onto my breasts. The sensation sending goosebumps all over. He licked his lips before whispering in my ear, “are you going to tell me to not play with my food princess?” I whimpered. “N-no,”

Exploring every inch, tasting me like she needed it. She runs her hand into my hair and I let out a soft moan. The kiss is deep and breathtaking. She pulls out the kiss and says, “This tastes just like summer camp. Tory Lane.” She winks and walks out, leaving me partially breathless.

She tells him. “That’s why I am doing it.” He replies before taking her boob in his mouth sucking the whip cream off it. He cock rubbing against her dessert covered pussy with each kiss, and lick he gave her. He moved to the other boob and took a chocolate and whip cream covered strawberry in his mouth. He moved to her lips giving her a gentle kiss as she took her tongue and maneuvered the strawberry in hers. “Mm-mm.” She moaned as he made his way back down her body to her slit.

Tajsa ~ “Guess we are both screwed up now.” Damon ~ “I guess we are.” I look at her and gently wipe the tears away from her cheeks. And that is when I do it, I kiss her. Our lips meet; they crash together like colliding stars. Her lips are sweet, the taste of the whiskey still lingering on them. I brush my lips against hers; they are soft and warm. My tongue gently strokes over her lips, begging her to part. I bite at her lower lip until she lets me in. The second the tip of my tongue finds her; my body feels like it crumbles.

Without uttering a word, he kissed Taylor deeply, his lips devouring every inch of his mouth. Taylor moaned softly into the kiss, feeling Mr. Kendrick's tongue dance with his own. Their tongues entwined in a passionate tango, exploring each other's mouths with desperate need and fervor. As their lips parted momentarily, Mr. Kendrick moved down Taylor's neck and began to nibble on his sensitive skin.

She needed me. "You tell me what you're hiding." I pulled my fingers out so I could hold her folds wide open. A quick push on her thigh made her legs part open wider, and I pressed my tongue to her cream-coated skin. "Oh, fuck. Oh, my—Oh, fuck." She dropped her other leg to the opposite side, and I dragged my tongue over her sensitive flesh. From her entrance all the way up to her clit, I stroked and tasted her sweet tanginess.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

God, why does he have to be such a good kisser? ​Due to the lack of oxygen, I was forced to pull away, but Draven didn’t stop there. Instead, he started leaving a trail of hot kisses along my jawline and down to my neck, nibbling and sucking on my soft spot before moving up and kissing the corner of my lips, then back to my neck again, making my whole body quiver in pleasure. I gasped when he squeezed my thighs and tugged on the skin of my neck, causing me to moan again. No, this was getting too intense and I have to control myself...but I can’t, and I don’t want to.

'Fuck. I pulled down his boxers and kissed his cock, rubbed it against my face and cheek, so soft. I looked up and he was smiling at me. I began to lick it, to make out with it. My mouth was very dry from the salt and I felt like I had a furred tongue. I put his whole cock in my mouth and aimed it toward the back of my throat, gagging, making some more saliva. He moaned and softly tousled my hair with his hands. He got a little firmer but not hard yet and so I had to hold it in my fist. I sucked and jerked gently, but he would not get fully hard. I began to lick his balls. I put them in my mouth. My chin rested on the place where his tail met his skin. The scales were slimy and hard at the s