Romans & histoires Upon Her Lips

She looked up at him and smiled, her eyes shining bright like a diamond in the sky. She closed the distance between the rod and her perfect lips. Her lips closed, she moved her mouth side to side, rubbing his dick on her lips like wet lips. She stroked it a few more times with all seriousness and gave the very tip a gentle kiss. Opened her mouth and took it in. She bobbed at the tip for a few strokes before popping it back out, leaving a faint smear of pink lipstick on it.

Her anger was a magnificent force. “I can take care of myself,” she hissed. Somehow, he didn't doubt that. God help whoever crossed this angry female's path. At the moment, that someone was him. His gaze locked on her lips. They were still moving, maybe cursing him, but damned if he could hear a word she was saying. She was standing too close. Her scent wrapped around him again, messing with his head. How the hell did she have lips like that? Plump, flushed. Like they were made to be kissed, to be sucked on. To be bitten.

Give me just another half an hour; then she shall be screaming it over and over again. I take but a moment to admire her. She has small and thin lips; she is compact and ever so tight. There is nothing but a tiny strip that leads you to her most desirable part. Her lips are a lovely rose pink, and god, how surprisingly wet she is. Her sweet softness and the deep intensity of her wetness sends an undeniable ache to my throbbing erection that is dripping on the inside of my thigh.

He rasped, a haze of list covering his vision as he watched her. He’d never met a more beautiful female. With a head full of hair as dark as night and lips as pink as the inside of his favourite fruit. Lips that were currently pulled downward as she nibbled on her plump lower lip—that maddening thing she did that made him crazed with the need to part those lips and replace her teeth with his. “Like you like what you see.” She finally admitted softly. He frowned. Wasn’t that obvious? “But I do like what I see.”

His lips tilted up into a genuine smile. His gaze swept down the entire length of her petite frame before they found their way back to her beautiful face and latching onto her dry lips. A jolting current of desire rushed through his body as he stared intently at her mouth. Enchanted, he leaned down and lightly pressed his lips onto her cold ones. Her lips, although chafed, felt warm and soft against his own. Exquisite. He reluctantly withdrew an inch before pressing his lips back against hers. This time his lips on her's lingered longer than before, drinking on them fervently. The pleasure that washed over him at their intimate touch was deep-felt.

Those pouty lips came together, and he bit his tongue for not letting it close to him. Is she going to question him about being in her room? But she was waiting for his response, holding the position he gifted her close to him, her palm against his chest while faces inches apart. She batted her eyes, blinked away the sudden fear of getting caught by him, and turned into a smile of appreciation. “You stayed?” Her intoxicated presence was not enough; now, her eyes were playing with him too. She said something, but the bibulous lips were so tempting. It reminded him of the last time she kissed him—those sweet, irresistible red, raspberry-coated lips.

She is also holding a casual shirt. She made a crest on her head, a few hairs on her forehead, pink glossy lips, and black eyes ..... Uff this girl. Why is she so cute !! Actually, she is also sexy. God should show some mercy on me when He was creating her. I mean she is damn perfect. I love her features, especially her lips. I wish I could stay at her lips forever... She came to me and said, "Hey, I'm done. Let's go." Her cheeks are containing dimples as she is smiling. I want to touch them. The cutest dimples ever.

I didn’t realize that I have been staring on her face for a quite longer than I intended. "Are you done staring?" She chided, pulling me out from my trance. I felt her body heat as she move closer to where I stand. She place her palm flat on my chest and slide it up to my shoulders, her other hand found the back of my head. I felt a bit of pressure on me as she tip her toes to level her lips to my ears. "Please don’t leave so soon, I’m scared of the dark." She whispered seductively, and I could feel her hot breath blowing in my ear.

Thousands of thoughts poured into my mind as I rub my thumb to clean the dust from her lips. She holds my wrist, our eye contact is becoming deeper with every passing second. I adore her beautiful black eyes, her brownish spotless skin, her rose petal lips while she is wearing no lipgloss or lipstick. Her glowing pinkish lips invite me to leap into them, consume them like drugs. I want to consume not only her lips but all of her. 5 years, and still can't get over her. Nobody felt the same as she feels like to me.

But Jade stopped in between. Jade grabbed her jaws, full-fist and hungrily bite a hiss from her small, strawberry-red lips. His lips brushed through hers, lustfully while he had a full gripped of her golden locks. His lips, washed and scrubbed through hers over and over again as he gently nibbled her lip to end it.