Upon Her Lips Novels & Stories

Her gaze, though hazy, held a mix of affection, desire, and lust. "Why?" she whispered. Even in this moment, her concern for my well-being touched me deeply. Sweet girl. I responded by leaning closer, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. Her hand found its way to the nape of my neck, fingers curling in a reassuring grip. Her lips moved against mine, the kiss was tender yet eager. A soft hum of satisfaction vibrated in my throat. "Please, eat," she murmured against my lips, her voice a gentle plea.

Her shivering was calm now and she would be well very soon. Her long lashes looking as beautiful as always, And then my sight fell on her dark red, rosy lips. Our lips were just a few centimetres apart. The urge to taste her lips started building in me all of sudden. I wasn't able to take my eyes off of her lips, Neither had the power to touch her in that way.

"You're kidding, right!" she says. "What happens when you concentrate?" "You'll see," I answer, returning my face to her crotch and sucking her pussy lips into my mouth. Turning my head sideways, I alternate nibbling on each of her lips. Sucking each one into my mouth and gently holding it between my teeth as I lightly run my tongue up and down the entire length of her pussy lip.

Even though her face has kinda lost its color, her beauty doesn't falters. My hand move on its own and caresses her cheek softly. My gaze shifts to her small pink lips, though they're small, but they're full and kissable. I found myself leaning in, my lips brushes hers. It's so smooth as I feel it, slowly my lips part and I see my lips moving against hers. I thought her lips would be hard, but I'm so damn wrong. Her lips are soft and addicting, I close my eyes and savour the taste of her lips.

Her lips curled up Let the show begin.

She tasted just as he had imagined and he knew he would not be able to get enough of this lips, not in this lifetime. As his tongue explored her mouth, guiding her into a wet and passionate kiss, his spare hand slipped into her shirt from the half unbuttoned shirt, trailing her soft skin upwards until he felt that tender mound. And then... "OMG!"

I so desperately want to claim those lips. The moment our lips touch, the world vanishes in an instant. Her lips are softer than I ever imagined, and she tastes even sweeter than heaven. My lips are firm against hers, but the kiss remains soft, gentle, and slow. We hold it for a few seconds before our lips begin to move in perfect sync. My eyes fall close, and all I can feel is her. Her warmth, her touch, her being.

So soft. He suddenly unlocked with her, while staring at her face, he bit his lips seductively. "I miss those lips you know," he muttered while staring at her lips.

I finally answer. “I see you’re a man of few words”. She is chewing on her lower lip, which serves to plump it up and darken its red hue. I wonder how often she has been kissed. Has she ever let a man press his mouth to hers ? Has a man ever touched her skin, trailed his fingers along her high cheekbones, folded his rough hand around her neck, and brought her in close ? “What are your interests ?” I try to hold back a dark smile. “None that would amuse you”.

she says mockingly. I quirk my eyebrow as I run the pad of my thumb along her bottom lip, listening to the way her frail human heart beats erratically, betraying her impressive and amusing bravado. “Your mouth has a talented way with words. I wonder what other talents it possesses,” I whisper, leaning in until my lips are just a breath away from hers. How I want to consume those lips.