Novel & Cerita What Is A Strawberry Kiss

He asked as he staired at me with confusion registered on his face. But instead of answering him, I brought his head closer to mine as my lips claimed his hungrily and a moan escaped from me. I asked for access to his mouth and he granted me permission. He lips taste like strawberry which made me hungry for him the more, I bit his lower lip gently and I heard him moan seductively. The moment he gasped I slipped my tongue inside his mouth, he wrapped his arms around my neck and his mouth took what I gave. This time the kiss was hard, sloppy and filled with scorching heat since we both long to feel more of each other.

"Come on, let's get this over with." Never having kissed before, she was unsure what to expect. The only experiences she had come from the movies, and those were probably wildly inaccurate representations of real life. She braced herself, but the feeling of his lips on hers wasn't unpleasant. In fact, his lips were soft and warm and as he pressed his tongue into her mouth it wasn't as wet and slug-like as she'd imagined. 'He tastes of strawberries.' The kiss became less gentle, evolving into something more passionate and forceful as he ran a hand through her hair.

He smirked and claimed her lips, kissing her hard and passionately. She moaned, trying to wrap her hands around his neck, but he pinned them above her head, making her whimper. "I'm the only person allowed to touch you today, Strawberry," he said between kisses. She responded with a moan as his hand moved down to her thighs, parting them, his fingers rubbing against her pussy softly. She was already wet for him.

She says in a hoarse voice filled with lust and I give it to her. This time, I place the whole strawberry by her mouth so she may take a bite. When she does, I watch her lips form a tight seal around it and it instantly makes my cock jerk to the right. Feeling him swell at the mere thought of her lips around the strawberry, brings images to my head of her swallowing him whole.

His eyes close in satisfaction once he feels my touch. I bit my lips as I lean my head closer to his face. Our breaths mingle together, and we become enthralled in our own world. When he opens his eyes again, I press our lips together. Our kiss is slow and melodic. We move our lips in harmony, and slowly (but surely) our kiss becomes deeper. A sweet swirl of strawberries and sin hits my taste buds as I taste him.

He opens the fridge and grabs something turning around he walks to me "Here's a strawberry don't bite or eat it until I say so" he places the strawberry by my lips, slowly opening my lips he placing the strawberry in between my teeth. I wonder where this is going. He kisses my forehead and before I know it he spreads my legs open. He starts rubbing my clit with his thumb. The moans try to escape but I can't bite or eat the fruit. I jerk into his hand and he smirks. He places something cold onto my clit and I freeze looking down to see his rubbing an ice cube on my clit. The cold water melts and drips down my folds. I throw my head back trying to hold back the moans that want to escape

A bite of croissant—flaky chocolate melting on my tongue—followed by his mouth on mine, licking the sweetness away. A strawberry from the fruit cup—juice bursting red and bright—then his tongue chasing the drip down my chin before kissing me senseless. A sip of the iced latte—cool and creamy—shared straight from the straw, our lips brushing around it until the kiss turned messy and laughing. Every bite ended in another kiss. Soft pecks that lingered. Hard, bruising ones that left us both breathless. Lazy drags of tongue that made me whimper. Quick, playful nips that turned into full-on devouring.

Everything about this woman turns me on. “Come over and see what we have for dessert,” I tell her as I pull her back with wrapping my arm around her waist. “Is that what I think it is?” she asks as she gets excited looking at the treat. “Chocolate covered strawberries,” I reply as she giggles. “I have never had these before,” she says. “Well let’s try one, shall we?” I say to her as I take a round strawberry covered in chocolate and hold it to her luscious lips.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.