What Is A Strawberry Kiss Novels & Stories

He asked when I covered my face after the kiss. Nothing. I said with my face still in my palm. He pulled my palm out gently and leaned over again for another section of kiss. I enjoyed every moment of it. His lip tasted like strawberries. I sucked on them like a pro . My hand cupped into his hair as we both lavished kisses on each other. Stay with me. He said.

She tasted like strawberry with a hint of mint and god damn it, that drove me insane. When her hands went back to my neck, with her firing back with a passionate dominance on my lips, I lifted her up feeling her almost naked cute butt on my crotch. Damn! The kiss was hot. I didn't want to let go of her but due to how fast it was getting, we had to stop to atleast catch our breaths. "Are you sure you want this?" I asked tucking the loose strand of hair covering her right eye. With just a nod and a sluggish smile she said,

"The breakfast was just perfect, Miss Kingsley." "What are you doing?" She swirls on the chair and faces me, just swallowing the bite. "Did you know that strawberries are an aphrodisiac?" "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't," she purrs. "I believe the choice of filling was fully intentional." "Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't," she throws me throws me a naughty wink. What a little troublemaker. I take one last step and cut the distance between us, nestling between her spread legs.

I say, leaning over to gently lick the strawberry juice off her nipple. “She likes that,” she gasps, her fingers going into my hair and tugging slightly. I growl softly and take longer than I’d planned sucking on her nipple before pulling off. I take the strawberry between my teeth and lean forward, offering for her to bite the other half. When she does, I begin kissing her, chewing the strawberry out of my way but letting the taste of Cyra mingle with the taste of the strawberry.

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

The air shifts; everything else — the shouting vendors, the bustling crowd, the cold November air — disappears. Then, still watching me, he brings his thumb to his mouth and licks it clean. My breath catches. And then he’s leaning down, catching my mouth in a kiss that’s soft but far too certain, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. The taste of strawberry lingers between us, warm and dizzying. When he finally pulls back, his lips curve into that infuriating grin. “You’re right,” he murmurs, almost smug. “It is good.”

I smiled at that. I pulled his neckband, he knows what I want to do. He tilted his head so I can have full access on his lips. I moved my lips slowly, feeling his soft lips. I can't deny that he's a good kisser. I can also smell his perfume and a mixture of strawberry from his breath. Seem like he ate strawberry candy. I can taste it. Our kissing were making a sound. I suck his lowerlip and he did the same. I moved away from him when I felt something on my forehead.

badly. I turned and leaned up to kiss him. It was as if we were instantly transported back in time, back to our little house on the beach. Our time apart melted away as though it had never been. His hands went to the sides of my face, embracing me as he kissed me. It was the tender kiss of two people in love. Soon, however, the kiss turned from tender to passionate, as our tongues began to move against each other. I stood and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, and his hands went to my sides.

She held me captive by her gaze as she looked for any lies in my words. “I can say in all honesty I have never kissed a mouth like yours.” I explained, tracing my thumb over her lips. “And oddly, you do taste a bit like strawberries. I knew just one kiss wouldn’t be enough. That I wanted more. That I wanted all of you. The good, the bad, and the ugly.” Cassidy gasped, lips parting ever so slightly under my thumb. “You… you can’t be serious.” “I’m very serious, Cassidy.” I assured her, leaning closer as Shawn Mendes’ Always Been You started to play. Yet another fitting song.