Touch Of Sweetness Novels & Stories

he asked me sweetly. I smiled and nodded at him. "Absolutely! Thank you for this." A sweet smile spread across Josh's lips. "You know what, my Yeobo? If Korea has K-pop, and the Philippines has P-pop. Do you know what I have?" "Huh? What?" He leaned closer to my ear and whispered, "I have the popwer to make you happy," he said, making me smile. When he pulled away, I was surprised when he suddenly raised his hand in front of my face, and from there, a sparkling necklace emerged.

tеd off the wаllѕ. Hе rеасhеѕ out аnd wіth an оutѕtrеtсhеd раlm hе trасеѕ thе ѕоft сhееk, nеvеr touching thе ѕkіn but іmраrtіng heat аnd some оf hіѕ оwn personal energy tо the ѕlееріng gіrl. Slоwlу раѕt thе cheek, a fіngеr traces the lіnе оf her lірѕ аnd оvеr her сhіn асrоѕѕ hеr gеntlу rіѕіng chest, wіth hіѕ lіghtlу cupped palm coming tо rеѕt lеѕѕ thаn аn inch from thе shoulder closest to him. Shе moves іmреrсерtіblу аѕ іf she ѕеnѕеѕ thе "near touch", mауbе it іѕ juѕt thе tіnglе оf сlоѕеnеѕѕ that dіѕturbѕ. Dоwn оvеr thе gеntlе ѕhоuldеrѕ аlоng thе аrm tо thе hір thаt hаѕ been gеntlу рuѕhеd bасk to meet his аѕ thеу lie ѕрооnеd tоgеthеr.

The gentle kiss that we started soon turned into a passionate and hard one as I took her face between my hands and shove mt tongue inside her mouth, exploring the new territory. She tastes like the sun, light and rainbows. She tastes like all the things I have always kept myself away from. But now when I have got a taste of it I don't think I can ever get enough. She clutches tighter onto my shirt, as I taste her lips that feels softer than anything I have ever come across like biting into a cotton candy. She tastes so fucking sweet, effortlessly sweet. And, I can't bring myself to let her go without the urge of devouring her whole with this kiss. The raindrops on her face slides down to he

Only one way to find out… "James?" "Yes, sweetheart." Sweetheart. His sweetheart. "Bite me. I need to feel you. I want you." "Grace." A groan. "You tempt me. I shouldn’t. Tell me to stop, or I wouldn’t be able to stop myself." He hissed.

After a moment, I released her lips and tongue, trailing my wet kisses down to the hollow of her neck. "M-Michael, stop…" she whispered amid her panic, but she moaned near the end. Yet, when my lips traveled to a sensitive spot, she couldn't help but let out a sweet, innocent whimper. From then on, her voice turned flirtatious. As her soft moans grew more frequent with the quickening of my touch, my own restraint finally began to fray. Brushing my lips against her ear, I murmured between breaths, "Annie, do you like it when I touch you?"

She had always been in control even the first time she had kissed him she was in full control of her emotions but now all that flew out the window and the kiss became even deeper. He explored the inside of her mouth. She tasted sweet like cotton candy in the morning. The forbidden fruit that you should never taste. He felt her lean into the kiss and became even more dominant. The kiss invaded her thought all she could think about was him and how much she fucking loved the feel of him next to her. She was holding his shirt for lives sake while he was supporting her waste. When he finally let her go. She was panting and out of breath. "You like it."

Sweetness is the one to call. My Tiny Demon! She left me a fuckin' clue. Of course. Maybe she knew deep down I would hunt for 'er and find 'er?. I hit the number and wait as the line rings, my fingers twitchin' against the handlebar, my mind already spiralin' into madness. “Hello, this is Sweetness. How can I help?” Her voice is soft, sweet, but the poundin' bass of music in the background tells me she’s at another club.

My soul felt as if it had left my body, lured away to some unknown destination. It was also the first time I could truly feel every sensation of his kiss. It was so incredibly sweet that I couldn't bear to pull away. I was drowning in happiness when his hands suddenly slid down, gliding past my waist and gradually covering one of my breasts. He kneaded me so gently, yet I could feel a slight tremble and a searing heat from his palms. It seemed as though he was exercising immense restraint. He began to stroke my sensitive peak, making my mind go numb.

She tasted of soju and sorrow—sweet, bitter and hauntingly intoxicating. His hand skimmed over her side, fingers brushing each rib with quiet reverence as if he were tracing a map of her sadness. When he reached the soft curve of her breast, he paused, his thumb brushing slowly over the fabric that separated them. She shivered, whether from his touch or her own disorientation, he couldn’t tell.

Laura - The house in the suburbs The kiss that awakens me is sweet. Hot lips slip cleanly over the skin of my nape, igniting a thrilling amount of pleasure. I’m in no mood for sex, but his touch offers another form of delight I’ll gladly take. A sense of peace washes over me, rinsing away everything bad; my bleak existence; the fear that takes hold every morning when I see that I'm alive.