Virgin Lips Novels & Stories

Hers tangled in my hair like she already owned me. She pulled back just enough to whisper, “I’m a virgin.” I blinked. “Okay.” “I just thought you should know.” I ran my thumb along her bottom lip. “That’s okay, little flame. I’ll be gentle.” But she grinned wickedly. “Please don’t be.” Oh fuck. The next few minutes blurred. I peeled her shirt up and over her head, devouring the sight of her. Perfect tits, taut nipples, curves made to be worshipped. My mouth was on her instantly, licking, sucking, biting, while my hands roamed and learned every fucking inch.

It's cozy, casual, but doesn't look like I just rolled out of bed. And the color? Green always brings something out in my eyes, makes them look warmer. With my long dark hair, now wavy from drying in a braid, it gives me that soft but serious vibe. Approachable. Quiet. Capable. I lace up my simple black sneakers, scuffed but clean. I grab the little tub of cocoa butter Vaseline off my desk and swipe it over my lips, letting it catch the light just enough to look like lip gloss. A tiny trick I've used since I was sixteen. Cheap and effective.

I wasn't sure if he was doing it on purpose, but he replied in the same ancient Lycan dialect, "Worthiness doesn't matter. The Moon Goddess has her reasons for her arrangements." They thought I didn't understand and had no idea that I'd mastered the ancient Lycan dialect, just to help Alaric run the pack better. After Serene entered the council hall, he finally turned to me. Pressing his lips together as if making up his mind, he suddenly gave me a quick, dry kiss. "I have a meeting in a bit. Wait here, and don't wander off, alright?" Well, he wouldn't have kissed me at all. Not if he could avoid it. There was no point in the kiss if he had to look so forced and troubled.

"Now for the main attraction.. Your lips! " She said and held up bold red lipstick. I looked at her unsure. "You have to listen to me! Red lips with nude faces is a bomb! Guys die for that! " She said, and I raised my brow at her. "I'm not going to look for a boyfriend. "

I grunted when I saw her chest dancing as I slipped in and out of her sweat heat. "You..." She rolls her eyes as I touch her clitoris. "Didn't use." She was trying to stop me. She touched my hands but no, I love the delicate feminine lips of her, which move with my each motion I make inside her. "Condom." She ended up. With the deepest thrust, I stopped. Her lips open, forming a perfect "O" with a shock into her eyes of Cognac. These lips would be so beautiful around my hot virility.

Lancelin told me as he slowed down the speed and took a side lane to let the other cars pass by. Doing as he instructed, I took out two tissue papers and wiped my lips clean of any lip tint. Scrunching up the papers, I kept them inside my purse to dispose of them later and took out my compact case and flipped it open to look into the mirror while applying the lipstick. It glided on like smooth silk and only one stroke painted my lips an exquisite red. It was the most beautiful shade of red I had ever worn and I regretted not trying it earlier. “Gorgeous.” I breathed out.

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.

Nina The warm, golden hue of the vanity lights cast a soft glow over my reflection, emphasizing the gentle waves in my black hair and the understated smoky eye I had managed after three failed attempts. My fingers worked meticulously as I applied the final touch—a deep shade of maroon to my lips.

"You're a terrible liar, Lily. Your skin is flushed, your pulse is visibly jumping in your neck, and you haven't looked away from my mouth once since I walked in here." My body stiffened at the face-slapping truth, hands balling up to a tight fist. As if it would stop the rosy color spreading on my face. He reached out with his other hand, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw before settling on my bottom lip. He pulled it down slightly, exposing the pink inner flesh. "Twenty-six. A virgin. All because you were waiting for someone who could dismantle you?" "I wasn't waiting for anyone," I breathed, my eyes fluttering shut as his thumb began to stroke my lip in a slow, hypnotic pace. "I'm not