While Your Lips Are Still Red Novels & Stories

They continued to do it without any pause while rolling their bodies on the soft sofa that resembled a small bed, so that without realizing it their bodies were still lying in a kissing position with a little aggressiveness. After doing this for a while, they let go of each other's lips, their lips were very wet and they laughed happily pointing at their soft lips as if they had taken a shower. "The longer our lips are really addicted to kissing," said Gabriel laughing mischievously. "Just look at the color of my red lipstick until it sticks to your lips." Charlotte laughed heartily as she pointed to the red spot on the corner of her husband's lips. Gabriel touched his own lips with his thum

A tube of red lipstick caught my eye. I twisted it open and dragged it across my lips without bothering to stay inside the lines. The color smeared crookedly across my mouth and the sight pulled a bitter laugh out of me. I shook my head, teasing it into wild knots that framed my face without a hint of elegance. That was when a tube of red lipstick caught my eye. I twisted it open and dragged it across my lips without bothering to stay inside the lines. The color smeared crookedly across my mouth and the sight pulled a bitter laugh out of me.

She looked at the reddened skin. Her thumb slid from his chin to his lower lip. The tips of her fingers touched the reddened skin there. The temperature of this area was slightly higher than the surrounding skin, and it felt softer, like pliable clay. The edges of her nails brushed against his lip line. His lips parted slightly under her fingers, creating a gap between his upper and lower lips. Warm air escaped from this gap, misting her thumb.

His cheeks lost that awful, pasty grey look, a faint, healthy flush of pink starting to creep back into his jawline. And his lips… they weren't purple anymore. They were turning back to that soft, warm red I knew so well, the color I'd memorized without even realizing it, the shade I'd caught myself staring at more times than I could count. I held my breath, not daring to move, not daring to hope too much. My hand remained on his face, feeling for any change in temperature, any sign that life was returning to him. Please, I thought desperately, the prayer repeating in my mind like a mantra. Please come back to me. I need you. The world needs you. I'm not ready to say goodbye.

"What? Who told you to make a decision without consulting me?" "Just hurry up. I'll be there in two minutes. We need to talk about something important." Lindsey hung up right in front of my eyes. I watched as the two embraced each other tightly and kissed goodbye reluctantly. My gaze shifted to the red dot blinking on my camera's LCD screen that was still recording every moment. I smirked.

However, it consisted of slow, unhurried movements, despite all the waiting. Perhaps precisely because of all the waiting, it was a kiss they wanted to make the most of, one they wanted to last as long as possible and also to engrave in their memory forever. Only after they had separated to breathe and started a second, third, fourth kiss, did their lips and tongue start acting with more urgency, and their hands, which were still holding her face delicately, and hers, which clung to his T-shirt as if she wanted to keep him from escaping, decided to move.

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.

I continued to wipe my own lips. After I retouched it. I took out my bold red lipstick and simply applied it to my lips while I was in front of the big mirror. Even if it's just lipstick, I won't deny myself retouching! I was busy scrubbing the stick on my lips when suddenly I took a glance at the man behind me in the mirror. I still have a headache and feel dizzy but compared to before I haven't

Don't like that but since we are alone and not in public, I like that. Her lips were painted a deep, seductive red, curving into a slight smile as she gazed down at her wine glass. My throat went dry. Those lips… God, I remembered what it was like to kiss them, soft and warm. And right now, all I could think about was what it would be like to taste them again.

He looked passionately aroused yet so careful to touch her. As if she was a porcelain doll that would break into pieces if not being careful. He started showering kisses all over my toes, up to my legs, knees, thighs, and all around my lower body. I let him do as he wanted. Until he finally reaches the very center of my being. He marveled at the look of my untouched possessions. Shaved and I am sure as I have seen it when I shave, the outer lips are puffy and pinkish while the inner lips are thin and brighter reddish pink.