He saw them, for the first time, her lips. They were so delicate and yet looked as if they could cripple any man. He wanted to taste them, he wanted to feel them against his own, against his skin, against every part of who he was. He was mesmerized by them and watched as they moved when she talked, how they glistened when she moistened them with her tongue just before she spoke.
He grew envious when she withdrew her lipstick from her purse and applied his favorite shade. He wished he could feel the way they yield to the pressure of her delicate and precise application. He imagined his thumb caressing each lip; upper then, slowly, the lower as he gazed into her eyes. He had no poker face and his demeanor communicated all the things he wanted to do with and to her.
His thumb glides over her smooth mouth in the most natural way. He knew at that moment he’d never grow tired of this experience. He would never grow weary of worshiping a part of her body that has brought him so much pleasure thus far only in his fantasies. He would repeat this motion, then, when his carnal desire assumed all control, he would pull her face to his and finally taste her lips. Two people crashing into one another exploring the sweetest of flavors and fragrances after what felt like an eternity of waiting.
After some time passes and heads become emancipated from the haziness of their passion she sweetly asks, “tell me what they taste like”.
C. Stephens
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uawclw/tell_me_what_they_taste_like_mf
I like this. I can relate to the attraction a woman’s lips can be. The lip-bite is probably one of the sexiest things to me.
Another great job.