Upon Her Lips Novels & Stories

she said, trying so hard to find topic they can talk together. Cassius stopped moving as he looked at her long brown hair, her dark arched brows, her big eyes, her smell nose, her slender neck and her soft lips. His eyes rested there at her tight, rose-colored lips which are pursed in what appears to be mid-kiss. The slight hint of moisture on her lips making them glisten in the light, causing them to look as though they are really a reflection on the water of a pond, and not really a part of her at all. Her lips seemed to call out to Cassius, beckoning him to lean in and press his lips against hers for the second time. As his mind kept on going in wrong way, their gaze met.

I coax. She takes the lipstick from my hand and pops off the cap. I watch from inches away as she glides the end along her top and then bottom lip. It’s dark red and sexy as hell. She presses her lips together and rubs them against each other in a practiced move I’m sure she’s done a million times. Why this fascinates me so much is beyond me. Fuck, she’s impossible to resist and I stop fighting it.

And then her fingers went to her mouth, wiping the stray drop of wine from her lips, and everything slowed, her finger moved her bottom lip slightly, making it fold over a bit at the side and that somehow made them fuller, more beautiful. "Don't do that " My mouth betrayed my thoughts, my voice was raspier than I ever sounded. She froze and turned to look at me, finger still on her lip, lip still folded, her brows raised in question. "That." I pointed to her lips. Her eyes looked down, "It makes me want to kiss you." Then back up at me.

I don't know things about that. A smile can be seen on her lips as he closes his eyes while waiting for Kianna's hand to touch his lips. Holding a lipstick in her hand she gently dips her pointing finger to the red paste. Leaning to reach his face she tap her finger to his lips making the red tint of the lipstick paint his lips.

Her creamy blonde hair that was in a Bob was almost dropping to her shoulders, her face bare of any form of makeup, safe for the cherry gloss on her lips that made those plump lips appear fuller. Those lips that begged me so fervently to pleasure her till she came so hard. Her eyes were cold, hard and lacked the slightest form of emotions, set dead on me with her head tilted to the side, a little, an act that came off to me as though she was trying to dare me.

This little wife of his is making him lose his mind as he felt enchanted with her soft, yummy pink lips and couldn't get enough of them. Her lips are so soft, like the softest thing his mouth has ever touched and those soft lips taste so good. He has never tasted a lip so satisfying as hers. The taste of her lips are so intoxicating and mind-blowing as if it's driving all the senses in him away.

My eyes travelled down to her marvellous plump lips, that are begging me to have a taste with which each taste changes every bit of my mentality. The taste of her lips is unique that I can't get it from any woman, and most of all - it intoxicate me to devour her lips more until it turns pink. She remain still with her body leaning on me, her glassy ocean blue eyes continue staring at mine. Calling her beautiful is an understatement as words can't express how pretty the Moon Gooddess created her, she could be mistaken for an expensive ornament. Maybe it is the effect of her lips that I have once tasted that is working right now.

to taste her soft pink plump lips. I should kiss her…..h—here i go….

I trailed soft feathered kisses from her neck back to her face, she had bit her lip tightly with her eyes shut closed, to which I almost laughed. She was just so cute. “Open your eyes, Christina, ” she slowly opened her eyes and released her lips from her teeth, she had the most beautiful set of eyes and her lips, the looked so red, probably from her biting down on them. Beautiful. With every look at her lips, I was slowly being talked into the temptation of tasting them, damn I probably had this thought right from the first day. She has a sharp mouth, she was

she said sitting up typing something on her laptop. "You're very complex," I announced and she sat there not replying, her hands running over the keyboard. She frowned her eyes on the screen of her computer, her lips pouting slightly. Her lips were just as confusing as her, my eyes couldn't decide whether they were pink or more so red. But one thing every part of me could agree on was the need to kiss her, it was almost consuming.