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I'd kiss you over and over because I love the taste of you, but I'd have to play with those pretty, pretty breasts. I'd suck and lick and maybe even bite a little. You don't mind teeth, do you, Grace?
Your tits are fucking fabulous. I'd like to stick my dick between them and fuck your mouth at the same time.
I feel his hardness between us and when I look down, sure enough, there it is. It's big and yummy and pressed inside his pants like an encased sausage threatening to break free.
Now wrap those luscious lips of yours around me. The sight of you on your knees is driving me wild.
I want to taste you all the time, Mia. I want the flavor of you on my tongue every fucking minute of the day. And you know it. You shouldn't tease me by telling me you're not wearing panties when I can't have my mouth on you.
Oh, baby, your scent is heavenly.
I could almost taste the thick, mouth-watering fog of manly power that seeped from his pores, smothering me beneath it. Just being near him filled me with an overpowering sense of intimidation, excitement, and nervous surrender all rolled into one general package of an amazing turn-on.
Keep eating me up with those eyes, little Goddess, and I'll be so deep inside that hot little pussy you won't remember what you came here for.
Ah, Christ. Do you know how fucking good you feel on me? So damn tight and soft, holding me in. I love the way you smell, the way you taste. I love the sounds you make. Fuck, baby, I love you.
The feeling of his lips on my skin and his hand just below my breasts sent shivers through my body. I ran my hands through his soft hair, slipping in a kiss as he ran his tongue up my neck. His lips met mine again.
Don't you know that you're blowing my mind? What you do to me I can't describe. Baby, I can't hold back anymore. I just can't conceal it. You're the one I really adore.
Amon murmured against my neck, You taste like melted desert honey.
I'd like to bite that lip, he whispers darkly.
I gasp, completely unaware that I am chewing my bottom lip and my mouth pops open. That has to be the sexiest thing anybody has ever said to me. My heartbeat spikes, and I think I'm panting. Jeez, I'm a quivering, mess, and he hasn't even touched me.
Before I lose my nerve, I slip a hand around her waist and haul her to me. I need to touch her like I need to breathe. With her scent invading me under the covers, I want to bathe in it - to stain my soul with it. She
He watched her, listened to her, and knew she was truly asleep. He kissed her forehead and found the act pleasing for its own sake. And, he admitted as he licked his lips, it was enjoyable for other reasons. Meg wasn't bitable, but he really did like the taste of her.
This isn't kissing. This is savoring your taste.
Hey baby. You're sexy like a chocolate strawberry.
And that smile . . . Sweetheart, I want to be the only male on the receiving end of that beauty.
You're the perfect combination of everything that makes me horny.
I also want to kiss you until you're a puddle of sexy sauce on the floor, and then I want to lick you up, slowly
Hot lovin' every night.
I have hunger for your mouth, for your voice, for your hair
Her arms slid around my back and I heard the softest moan in my ear as she snuggled into my chest. Her mouth pressed to my neck, not kissing, just ... there. On me.
Dammity-damn-damn-damn.
A whiff of fresh mint
that tastes like strawberry pie.
Your kisses tempt me.
Because I crave you. I crave your lips, your tongue, your body pressed against mine.
His mouth is so close to mine, I feel his warm breath on my lips. "Right now, all I'm thinking about is how I'm going to get you in my bed so I can show you all the ways I can make you come."
Umm ... yes, please and thank you.
You've got an awfully kissable mouth.
The lightest caress of his breath against my neck sends shivers through my body.
I want the taste of you on my soul.
And I do love the sight of my hands on your ass, too.
He leans his forehead against mine. His breath is warm against my nose and cheeks. It's slightly sweet. The kind of sweet that makes you want more.
I wish I could tell the tale of your beauty as my rough hands caress your face ...
Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long.
Good things come to those who wait.
Everything you do seduces me. All you need to do is breathe and I would do anything for you.
You will have me climax before my cock can taste what my tongue has already savored.
Soft and sweet, and burning like fire all at once, his lips clung to mine desperately. His large hand cupped the back of my head,pulling me even closer, and my arms wrapped around his neck holding him close. His kiss devoured me and left me aching for more.
I've wanted to taste them and suck on them since I walked in on you the other day," I admitted, my lips against her skin as I kissed the other breast. "I've wondered if they taste as sweet as they look.
Your kisses are like miracle fruit that sweetens my life without ruining my diet.
Oh girl, we have known littlebit love. That littlebit of honey left in an empty jar that traps the sweetness in your mouth long enough to mask your hunger. We have run tongues over teeth to savor that last littlebit as long as we could, and in all our living, nothing has starved us more.
I yearn to taste my desire on your lips.
He kissed my palm, lingering his lips on my skin. Then he inhaled.
"Mmmm," he moaned. " Like gin to an alcoholic. Sweet as fresh molasses and deadly as snake venom.
His mouth slid over her jaw and down her throat, her skin as smooth
and sweet as cream. "God, you taste incredible," he murmured, his tongue
sliding a teasing path along the edge of her bodice. "I want to lick every inch of you.
I prefer a kiss that is so much more than just a tongue in your mouth.
His mouth, coupled with the way his hand is sliding down my arm, is all too much. So much. Good much. So good. I just whimpered.
Oh boy. His chest was smooth and warm and hard as stone, and she
wanted to both touch and nibble.
And lick. Could she pretty please lick?
He devoured me with his mouth, claimed me with his cock, and made it all sensual with his hands.
Cinnamon bites and kisses simultaneously.
You know what's the sexiest thing of all? A little mystery.
And my personal favorite, your lips." He smiled as a pink flush crept up my neck. "Full and sensual, puckered, and always turned down at the corners. They kind of make me want to kiss them until they smile.
Oh what lies there are in kisses! And their guile so well prepared! Sweet the snaring is; but this is Sweeter still, to be ensnared.
I will bathe in your warmth ma petite. Roll you around me until my heart beats only for you. My breath will grow warm from your kiss.
I need her. I need to feel her lips against mine. Taste her lip gloss. Know what it feels like to have her this close without holding back. I need her to need me too.
Pleasure of every kind quickly satisfies.
I want to be inside you so badly, Grace," he whispered. "I want to feel your legs wrapped around me, feel your breasts against my chest, hear you moaning as I make slow, sweet love to you. I want your smell on my body, your breath on my skin.
His hand brushes against my nylons and make me suck in a breath. The feeling of his fingers sliding along the fabric ... purr, purr. Please don't stop doing that.
Touch your breast,Hellen," he commanded as he pressed a finger inside her and stroked the tight velvet passageway of her sex."I want to see you squeeze your nipples as I suckle your clit."
"Oh,gods,"she moaned, grasping her breast as her hips swung forward and back.
Go out there and thrill me.
I'll tell you why, gorgeous. Because I'm finally going to taste your pussy and I want to fucking ache while I do it. When I'm inside you tonight, I need to know I earned it.
I definitely like it
lips and mouths and tongues together. When my tongue runs over my own lips, I can taste her there, and it's as if she's laid claim to me.
Gods, he felt so good.
My hands splayed along his now clean torso and I leaned over and bit his bottom lip. No other man in the history of the universe was as hot as he was. I would dare anyone to say otherwise. My wolf barked her agreement.
With all the sweetness of a chocolate-coated razor-blade.
Come over here and taste me, he says, his voice little but a seductive whisper.
The sweetness of his breath whispering past my cheek and ear, as his soft, sure lips warmly grace my skin, makes my stomach feel like a thousand dainty butterflies swirled into flight.
I swallowed him down like liquid decadence and begged for more.
I want to taste all of you. Shove that pretty dress up to your waist and bury my face between your legs. I want to make you come so hard you can barely walk afterward.
I agree. I certainly like your mouth
I could literally stare at your lips for days and never get bored.
I love the way you taste, Rebecca," he said, his voice rubbing over my exposed flesh. "I dream about it every night." Then he lifted his eyes and met mine with a gaze so arresting I thought my heart would stop. A wicked smile sliced over his lips. "And now I'll get to taste it every morning.
All my brain could think about was pushing my lips against hers. I wanted to taste them, know how their softness felt against mine ...
She savors each bite: the meringue is perfect crispy brown on top, melts in the mouth; the lemon tart, custardy; the crust breaks away.
You're mine," Rhys whispered in her ear. "Your body is mine to tease and seduce. Tonight, you're all mine.
She tasted like a Chateau Margaux, perfectly rounded, slightly plumy with an aftertaste of ripe berries.
Hmmm, you like that," he whispered, his breath hot and intoxicating.
"I like ... everything.
He'd never forgotten the sweep of her soft mouth against his, the taste of her sweetness, like strawberries, and the way she fired his insides to life.
Your kisses are mine.
Already had a taste of you. I want more. Tell me you don't.Taste-- Cat Porter
These are the best things I've ever had in my mouth!
Is it nice, my preciousss? Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously crunchable?
I can't wait to have you spread out on my bed, sweetheart.
I wouldn't miss the chance to see your sexy lips wrapped around my hookah.
His lips were smooth against my skin, his breath warm, and my knees buckled as he lifted my other hand to his mouth and kissed it, too. Kissed it carefully - in a way that made heat begin pounding in my core, between my legs.
The essence of her drives me fucking insane because there's nothing as sweet as the taste of your woman on your tongue. In this moment she is mine.
She heated parts of me I hadn't realized were lost.
And I wanted more.
You are a saucy little thing aren't you?
Just one taste. Just one. That's all I want." And then his lips pressed against hers.
There's no more perfect way to fall asleep than having my arms wrapped around her while I breathe in her peaches and cream scent that is mixed with the scent of us and sweat.
I have been salivating. Whatever you're making smells so good.
I want to kiss every inch of you. Then I want to lick every inch. And touch. Then suck. Then fuck. Every inch.
I couldn't ignore the fact that it felt good. So. Very. Good. To be held, in bed, in the arms of a tall, strong, handsome man.
Do you like that? Do you like it when I
tug the barbell in that perfect little nipple?
His lips steal my breath completely, kissing me with demanding thirst, as if he's been waiting forever to do this and he'll be waiting forever to do it again.
I like my women soft and round. His blue gaze burned into hers. I don't lie, Becca. I love your body, every single curve, every dimple, every scar.
If were a shower
I could saturate your hair
Work my way over your lips
Across your shoulders
Around your waist
Through your knees
To the tips of your toes
And back again
Warm wet salty
Sweet
He lowered his head until his mouth was above mine, so close I could taste his minty breath.
I will find all your spots. Pleasure you until you beg me to possess you. When I finally do, I'll plunge into you hard. Deep.
If you keep working that hot little tongue against mine, I'll have no choice but to fuck you.
The soft rasp of her erratic breathing is erotic, enticing, and I can almost taste her desire.
The warmth of his mouth bloomed across my hand, and his nails skimmed across the inside of my wrist. Such great sensation from so little a touch ...
I love the way he smelled whenever his head dipped close to hear what I was saying - like the sun striking th cheek of a tomato, or soap drying in the hood of a car. I loved the way his hand felt on my spine. I loved.
You are hot." His voice was thick, smoky; his lips moving against my breast. "You turn me on. You make me care about things I never cared about before. You make me think. You make me warm.