While Your Lips Are Still Red Novels & Stories

I've seen different men but he is different, actually everything about him is different. Those lips are soo soft and moist with the color of light pink . He got some beautiful full lips. Those lips with the mustache around them a little with his strong jaw line is like divine. I wonder how his lips feel on mine. I mentally scold myself that I don't want to feel or talk about his lips again. But when is around me I'm completely forgetting for what purpose I'm in, and what I'm about to do..!

Mandy faked coughing as if she was gaining back consciousness before the professor’s twitching mouth reached to touch her lips. It was tempting for the old man to imagine that he was going to similarly kiss a young adult’s red and shiny, healthy-looking lips. Mandy made sure to apply a waterproof lip tint before she came to take this class with the aim to keep her beautiful face safe from looking ugly in front of Mike and everyone else. She was not worried about her face getting wet, Mandy was confident in her beauty but she did not want to show her darkened lips due to excessive smoking if she gets or feels cold being in the water. She was aware her lips her dark lips can ruin the beauty of

Hopefully, one day I'd come out from everything, scratched but still breathing. I rinsed my face with the warm water, a little of the water got into my eyes and made it a little bit red by the edges, not like I minded. My face looked white, very white and pale, while my lips feels too plump and red, and always managed to call unwanted attention unto my face.

His lips, light reddish in color and his lower lip was fuller than the upper one. Remembering how it feels on my lips whenever he kisses me, I was suddenly overcome with the desire to kiss him. I slowly got up and leaned closer to him. It’s just a peck, he won’t know, no one would know. Brushing my lips on his lightly, I withdrew to know if he was waking up. He wasn’t and so I tried again, but this time, I let my lips rest longer on his. I ran my tongue on his lips gently, loving the softness of it.

There's a brief pause, and then suddenly he lets out a laugh. God, that laugh. That rare, beautiful sound makes me go soft all over. I open my eyes to see what's causing that marvelous, heart-swelling, intoxicating reaction, but when I do, my eyes go straight to his lips - and the enormous smear of Blood Orchid Red across them. His entire mouth is smudged with it. And the skin surrounding his mouth. And his chin. And even parts of his cheeks, though I don't remember my lips ever going there.

Touching my forehead, it swirled down resting on my lips. Gently pressing the lips he utters, Now I realised what was missing. Getting further closer to my lips. With his lips just above mine, his breath splitting my face. He utters. A lip shade. Red will suit you or pink, he dwindled from one to another, holding both of them in either hand in utter confusion. "Red" he finally decided. Putting the lipstick on my lips, he was surely not good at applying it. It was messing all around my lips corners.

He traced his thumb to my lower lip and i hissed in sudden pain and closed my eyes when he touched my cuted lower lip. His eyes turned to red due to anger. He clenched his jaw and fuming in anger. I put my hand on his face to calm him. He closed his eyes and take a deep breath. After that he took a cotton and dabbed in a sprit. He dab the cotton carefully on my lower lip. I fisted my hand tightly due its burning sensation.

Hіѕ lірѕ аrе ѕо rеd and luѕсіоuѕ аnd bеаutіfullу fоrmеd. Thеу’rе lips thаt are meant to be kіѕѕеd. Thеу’rе ѕо plump, аnd thе urge to rеасh out аnd рut my finger оn thе bоttоm оnе is оvеrwhеlmіng.

Pulling my head back, he ran his thumb over my red, swollen lips. “Well, that’s one hole I’ve claimed,” he said with a wink.

Curling my lashes, I admired how they framed my eyes, making them appear longer and fuller. Moving on to my lips, I traced them with a soft rosy hue that enhanced their natural shape. The color brought life to my smile, making it even more radiant and inviting. I couldn't help but imagine the feeling of Lucian's lips against mine, the taste of sweetness lingering on our kiss.