Novel & Cerita Touch Of Sweetness

she mumbled slowly. She touched the embroidered letter. Her eyes were sparkling and butterflies were flying in her tummy. Mervin watched Crystal for a moment then he said, "Do you like it that much?" Crystal tilted her head and faced him. She nodded while still wearing a smile on her face. She was so much in love with the necklace. Mervin planted a kiss on her soft lips making her blush. Her cheeks were as red as pure red lipstick. She took her lower lip into her mouth and bit it.

I was suddenly overwhelmed with my own emotions and the sensations his touch provided. His fingers pinched my nipple under the fabric and I gasped with pleasure. I wanted him more than anything. The doubts that had haunted me suddenly felt insignificant. I didn't care if this desire was one-sided; I was willing to be consumed by it, to be used in whatever way he saw fit. He could use me for— "Let's forget about her," he whispered in my ear, voice like a soothing balm, calming the storm of my thoughts. "She's not worth our time. I'm here with you, and I want you."

It flicked from her lips to her eyes. "Okay." She said, capturing my lips again and like before, I didn't fight her on it. Instead, I held onto her waist like my sanity depended on it. Her hands trailed underneath my hoodie as her eyes stared into mine. "I'm probably not going to remember this tomorrow and I definitely don't know why I'm here despite everything you said to me. But, It's one of the best decision I ever made." Her hands felt my rock hard abs as she spoke. I was definitely blaming all this on the alcohol. My body was reacting weirdly and rapidly to her touch. My nether region came alive with a swell.

​She lifts her gaze and looks at me. ​"Your turn. Turn around." I do as she asks with a foolish smile on my face. She passes her small hands and the soap-filled sponge across my broad back, scrubbing my arms, moving her hands under my arms until she reaches my chest and abdomen. Feeling her breasts pressed against my back—that simple, mundane touch—makes me feel safe. Even more so when she begins to leave a rain of kisses from my shoulders up to my neck. ​"You are my eternal dream, Mr. Ashford." I turn my head just in time to capture her mouth, our tongues brushing. I groan with bliss.

It was a beautiful, tragic dance of two broken souls finding solace in each other's arms. The taste of her was a mix of salt from our tears and the faint scent of coffee. Her hands moved from my face, one to the back of my neck, the other to my waist, pulling me closer. It was a kiss of healing, a shared moment of pain and hope. It wasn't the kind of fire I had felt with Ethan, the kind that had burned me to the core. This was a slow, steady burn, a quiet warmth that promised to never leave. It was a promise in the dark.

"The water. You." The simple intimacy of her touch, the way her fingertips mapped the ink on my skin as if reminding herself I was real, made my throat tighten with emotion. "Good," I said, leaning down to press a soft kiss into her wet hair, breathing in the scent of lavender mixed with her own unique sweetness. "That's the goal. Just feel this. Nothing else matters right now."

I screamed. At the same time, a resounding slap rang through the air. The room fell deathly silent. "Did you… Did you just hit me?" My hand flew to my cheek as I stared at Jacob in disbelief. The man who once promised to love and cherish me forever—had just hit me. Staring at his own hand, he was momentarily stunned by his own actions. "Selene, where's your ring?" he asked, suddenly noticing something off about me. He looked frantic, as though my missing ring was his biggest concern at the moment. He was the one who killed our child, yet he now had the audacity to act like he was deeply in love with me.

Gentle enough to prove I’d never do anything to make her uncomfortable. Her hair is silk where my fingertips touch it, and her mouth tastes sweet from all the sugar she puts in her coffee. I tell myself I’ll end the kiss in a moment. But I’m inhaling oranges and cream and her, and it’s so damn peaceful. Peaceful like stepping onto a beautiful beach on the first day of a vacation. Peaceful like a place so fucking beautiful it becomes almost holy. Peaceful like the precious thing that steals your breath. And then I feel it. Her hand on the back of my neck, pulling me closer. She lets out a jagged little moan and parts her lips for me.

“You live because of me. That should taste sweeter than any syrup.” Her touch was cool, almost cold. The scent of her, sweet and metallic at once, threatened to choke me. I wanted to recoil, to slap her hand away, to scream that this wasn’t medicine, that I could feel something darker sliding beneath my skin. But I forced my lips into a smile. “You’re right,” I whispered. “It does.”

I whimpered when he bites my nipple, then soothes it with his tongue, grazing the valley between my tits and the hardened knobs. Jordan knows where to touch and just the right places to give attention to. One of his hands pushes between my legs, and I open it shamelessly, my body so aroused. The moment his fingers make contact with my sensitive flesh my breath hitches and he chuckles. “You’re dripping, Sweetness.” “F-for you. I’m wet for you.” he let out a low groan. When I look up and find him sucking his fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste of them, I just about fall over the edge.