Word To Make Her Blush Novels & Stories

I had to talk to her. "Nice shirt," I said, admiring her yellow shirt. "Thanks," she said, her cheeks turning scarlet. I chuckled as I remembered I mesmerized her easily. "What's funny?" she asked, unable to make eye contact with me. "You are blushing," I mentioned. "I am?" she asked, touching her cheeks. "Oh," she said in realization and laughed softly. "Stop laughing." "Well, it is hilarious." "Hilarious in what way?". "Hilarious that I make you blush with a little compliment."

“You are my Luna; my queen and I plan to show you exactly how you deserve to be treated.” She looks up at me and I think I just found my new favorite color, her blush is the cutest shade of pink and I can’t wait to see where else she blushes and then my mind starts to drift into other ways of making her blush, I can’t wait to make her blush more, I gently grasp her cheek in my palm and tell her, “And I plan to start right now with a dance.” And I can’t help but make her blush a little more by saying, “I can’t wait to see where else you blush.”

Awkward. He smirked when he saw her flushed face. He loved it when she blushed. Her cheeks, filling with color. "Such an obedient kitten," he leaned closer and whispered against her lips, purposely making her blush more. Her breasts rose as she took another long breath, preparing herself for what was coming.

“You’re impossible.” I grinned at her. I loved making her blush. It made her scent curl more strongly into my nostrils. The color heightened the blue of her eyes, and her lips twitched as she tried to fight a smile. She was an adorable, sexy, beautiful woman, and I could spend my whole life making her blush. Through this and other means.

I never liked girls who blushed profusely at any action but Davinia's blush is innocent and from the look on her face, she hates the fact that she does blush and that makes me want to tease her more. "Or it doesn't. I'd love to see how deep your blush can go. I'm glad to be the one to see you in this state" At this she cocks both right and left brow at me and scoffs like she can't believe how innocent she is and how I'm the one who gets to see her blush. I only said that to get under her skin but with the reaction she gave, something tells me what I said is true and I somewhat feel glad for that. "You must be delusional if you think you're the only one who gets to see me blush. Don't be fool

"That is so." A sympathetic look covered her face. "Aww, you poor thing. You really need to find a boyfriend. Simple memes are making you blush these days," she tutted her lips, shaking her head in disappointment. On the other hand, my eyes widened at her claim and my neck instantly snapped toward the mirror. I saw a faint hue of red adorning my cheeks, and realizing the cause, the color darkened. Blush? I am blushing because of Elian? I am the one who makes boys blush, not the other way around! What's happening to me?

I said quietly. The words slipped out before I could think of something clever. Her cheeks flushed immediately, warm and bright against her skin. “Really? I thought my tummy was too much for a crop top.” “What tummy?” I asked, pretending to search like I must be blind. She pushed me softly. “Stop that.” “What?” I grinned. She was blushing so hard, trying to hide it by looking at herself in the mirror, fussing with her bow, pretending she wasn’t melting.

Most times it just needed to hear her voice even before a touch and it would get so hard. She blinked in a hurry, her cheeks blushing in its usual pink hues. “I just was a novice and you couldn’t expect me to be fully ready.” She was blushing as she said the words. “You mean a virgin.” I corrected her words, and her cheeks heated up even more. I smiled at her because I couldn’t help it. Looking at her blush and it was even more adorable to watch because she had no idea that she was blushing. Just making a point known and trying to sound stern while doing it but it clearly wasn’t working.

She hesitates — then takes it. Whistles and cheers erupt as we head for the floor. She blushes. So fucking fetching.

I said, my voice low with longing. Her cheeks flushed a deeper crimson as she clutched her fork trying to divert her attention elsewhere. But I hadn't finished my playful teasing...far from it I watched her eat, my mind already coming up with ways to make her blush more before the day ended.