Lips Don’t lie!

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“You have a death wish? Don’t you?” Krish arches an eyebrow at me, his smirk playing that dangerous game of I’m-too-cocky-for-my-own-good.

“Watch and learn,” I say, setting the dumbbells down, leaning forward ever so slightly to tie my shoelace.

Except, I don’t really need to tie it.

I bite my lower lip instead, letting it linger for a second longer than needed. My eyes flicker at him just long enough for the message to land.

His smirk falters for half a second.

Gotcha.

“You good?” he asks, as he adjusts the towel around his neck, eyes narrowing like he knows exactly what game I’m playing but isn’t entirely sure of the rules.

“Oh, I’m fantastic,” I purr, wiping fake sweat off my forehead in the most dramatic Bollywood-heroine way possible.

“But you? You look a little… distracted. Losing focus?”

Krish’s lips twitch, suppressing a laugh. “Distracted? Please. You’re about as subtle as a Punjabi wedding DJ.”

“Subtle doesn’t get results,” I shoot back, stepping closer. Just enough for my leggings-clad hip to brush against him. He stiffens and not in a bad way… and suddenly, there’s no hiding the way his eyes flicker over me like I’m his favorite cheat meal.

“You sure you’re here to work out, Aanya?” His voice is teasing, but there’s an edge now like he’s barely holding onto his gym discipline mode. “Or just to…”

“Distract you?” I finish, grinning as I trail a finger down his bicep.

It’s stupidly hard, and I swear I see his jaw clench when I trail my lips down his ear to neck.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe both.”

Krish exhales sharply, the corner of his mouth quirking. “You play dirty.”

Before he can fire back, I grab the barbell he’s been hogging and start doing the world’s slowest, most dramatic deadlifts.

My back arches just the tiniest bit, strategically, of course, and I toss a look over my shoulder, continuously biting my lower lip.

“Still distracted?” I ask innocently.

Krish doesn’t respond. His eyes are on me, and he’s gripping the bench so hard his knuckles have gone white.

He doesn’t even pretend to look away when a passing trainer clears his throat in warning.

“Aanya,” he says, voice low, warning.

“Hmm?” I straightened up, flipping my ponytail like I was in some shampoo commercial. “Something wrong?”

He stands, towering over me now, his face unreadable except for the faintest twitch of a vein near his temple.

Oh, he’s at breaking point. Perfect.

“You’ve got five seconds to drop whatever you are doing with your lips,” he says, his tone all gravel and heat. “Or… ”

“Or what, Krish?” I challenge, tilting my head, and biting my lip again for good measure.

“Or I’m dragging you out of here,” he says, eyes darkening.

The edge in his voice has sharpened, and I know I’ve won this round.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

The next thing I know, Krish grabs my wrist, not hard, but enough to send a spark racing through me, and pulls me toward the exit. I laugh, stumbling along behind him.

“Where’s your gym etiquette, bro?” I tease, trying to keep up with his long strides. “We’re not done with the set!”

“We’re done.”

By the time we reach the dimly lit stairwell leading to the parking lot, I can barely hold in my grin. Krish stops abruptly, turning to face me, his hand still around my wrist.

“You’re impossible,” he mutters, but there’s no real annoyance in his voice. Only that simmering tension I know I’ve stirred up.

“And yet, you’re obsessed with me,” I shoot back, stepping closer until there’s barely an inch between us.

His eyes drop to my lips, and that’s all the permission I need.

I rise on my toes and press my lips to his, not soft or sweet but with the kind of urgency that’s been building since I started this little game.

Krish groans against my mouth, his hands sliding to my waist, pulling me closer. I tangle my fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss as he presses me against the cool concrete wall.

“You’re so annoying,” he mutters between kisses, his breath hot against my skin.

I gasp when his lips move to my jaw, then my neck, leaving a trail of heat wherever they go.

“We could get caught, you know,” he says, though his hands tell a different story as they tighten around me.

“Then stop,” I challenge, knowing full well he won’t.

He pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and filled with that familiar hunger. “Never.”

And the next thing I know Krish is taking me inside his small apartment.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Krish says, catching me mid-smirk.

“Oh yeah?” I tease, dropping my bag on his couch and turning to face him. “What’s that?”

“That you’ve got me all figured out.” He steps closer.

I shrug, pretending to be unimpressed even though my heart’s doing Olympic-level gymnastics. “Maybe I do. Or maybe you’re just really predictable.”

Krish lets out a low chuckle, and in one smooth motion, he pulls me toward him.

His hands rest lightly on my hips, and his face dips just close enough for his lips to brush against my temple.

“You think I’m predictable, huh?” he murmurs, his voice a warm, velvety hum against my skin.

“Extremely,” I whisper back, but it’s hard to sound cocky when my breath hitches like that.

His lips travel down, grazing my cheek with a softness that surprises me. It’s like he’s tasting me in pieces, savoring the moment, letting the anticipation build. My skin tingles where his mouth has been, and I feel like I’m slowly unraveling under his touch.

“Still predictable?” he asks, his lips pausing near the corner of my mouth.

“Very,” I manage to say, though my voice betrays me with a slight quiver.

Krish laughs softly, his breath warm against my skin. And then, finally, finally, his lips capture mine.

The kiss is slow at first, his lips molding to mine like they were made to fit.

My hands slide up his chest, fingers tangling in the fabric of his T-shirt as he deepens the kiss. There’s nothing hurried about the way he moves, and even when he pulls back, his lips hover over mine, and his dark eyes search my face.

“Say it now. Predictable?”

I grin, my fingers trailing up to his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there. “Not bad, Mister.”

“Oh, we’re just getting started,” he says.

And just like that, he’s kissing me again, this time with a fire that wasn’t there before.

His hands slide up my back, pulling me flush against him, and I lose myself in the taste of him. His lips are demanding now, coaxing mine into a rhythm that leaves no room for thought, only feeling.

I let out a soft laugh against his mouth, the sound muffled as he pressed another kiss to my lips, then my jaw, then the curve of my neck. His lips are warm and insistent, leaving a trail of heat at every place his lips have touched my body.

“You laugh a lot for someone who’s clearly losing,” he murmurs against my collarbone, his lips now brushing the sensitive skin there.

“Losing?” I gasp as his teeth graze my skin, followed by the soothing press of his lips. “This isn’t a competition.”

“Isn’t it?” he asks, his mouth moving back up to my ear.

His lips barely graze the lobe as he whispers, his warm breath hitting my ear, sending shivers down my whole body, “Because I’m winning.”

My legs feel like jelly as he kisses his way back up to my mouth, and I grab onto his shoulders to calm myself. His lips are a different kind of magic now with soft, teasing, and more playful sensations. He pulls back just enough to bite my lower lip gently, tugging it before releasing it.

“Krish,” I say, my voice breathless and a little scolding.

“Hmm?” he hums, his lips brushing mine as he speaks.

“Stop being so smug,” I say.

“Can’t help it,” he replies, his lips curving into a grin that I can feel more than see.

Before I can respond, he lifts me effortlessly, and I let out a startled laugh as he carries me toward the bedroom.

“This is ridiculous,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“This is necessary,” he counters, his lips brushing my forehead in the softest kiss yet.

By the time we reach the bed, my heart is racing, and my lips feel like they’re humming with energy from every kiss he’s given me.

He sets me down gently, and for a moment, we just look at each other.

“You’re staring,” I point out.

“You’re beautiful,” he says simply, and just like that, I’m undone.

He leans down, and his lips find mine again, but this time while his hands cradle my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks as he kisses me like he has all the time in the world.

I lose track of how many ways his lips find to touch me. They skim the curve of my shoulder, press reverent kisses along the line of my collarbone, and trace the edge of my jaw like he’s memorizing me, and to be honest, each one of them leaves me breathless.

When he finally pulls back, his lips are slightly swollen, and his hair is deliciously tousled. He looks at me like I’m some kind of masterpiece, and it’s almost too much to bear.

“You’re quiet,” he says, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip.

I catch it between my teeth, grinning when his eyes darken just a little. “Not for long.”

He laughs a deep, satisfied sound, pulling me back under. They press against mine with the kind of focus that makes my heart pound, makes the world outside this room dissolve into nothing. I feel him with every brush of his mouth, and it’s like my whole body responds to the simple connection of our lips.

He kisses me like it’s an art form he’s mastered, with a deliberate rhythm that has me arching into him. His hands frame my face, holding me still, as if this moment demands nothing less than total surrender.

His lips trace over mine, parting them gently, and when his tongue dips into my mouth, it’s slow, sensual, and utterly devastating.

“Still with me, Aanya?” he murmurs in a low and gravelly voice, vibrating through me in a way that feels unfairly good.

“I…” My response catches in my throat when his mouth moves to my vagina with my clitoris held captive between his two juicy lips. It’s that sensitive curve that makes my pulse race in unimaginable ways.

“Hmm?” I moan and his lips graze lower to my vagina, claiming the whole of my body, and setting my skin on fire.

“Stop…” I try to sound annoyed, but it comes out as a breathless moan. “You’re…”

“Winning?” he finishes for me, his voice teasing as he bites my shoulder gently before soothing the spot with his lips.

“Yes,” I admit, gripping his hair and tugging just enough to make him groan.

His teeth graze my vaginal lip, tugging lightly before his tongue sweeps over it in apology. And once again he is back on my neck and throat, skimming their way down to my collarbone and then to my nipples.

It’s the way he is using his lips to bring me to a climax that gets me the most. I wait no more, and take hold of his erected dick with my mouth, playing with my lips only, teasing him even more than he was doing it seconds ago.

It didn’t take long for both of us to release our orgasms, and for the first time, it all happened with no penetration, which surprised me even more.

“Well. That was a hell of a workout.” I whisper in his ears, making sure my wet lips from his saliva graze his ear.

“Next time, try not to make half the gym hate me for monopolizing their equipment.”

I smirk. “No promises.”

His lips curl into a smile that promises retribution. “You’re gonna regret that.”

“Oh, I doubt it.”

Now let’s talk about one thing common in this whole scenario. Yeah, lips! Lips are a total game-changer.

Aren’t they?

Sure, they’re great for sipping coffee, talking trash with your besties, and pouting in selfies. But when it comes to intimacy and seduction? Oh, honey, that’s where they really shine.

Let’s talk about it because if you’re not making the most of those little bundles of magic on your face, apart from the two you are blessed down there, you’re seriously missing out.

Take it from me. Lips are the unsung heroes of all things steamy and romantic.

I mean, did you feel the way Krish uses his lips? One kiss and suddenly, I’m forgetting my own name.

It’s not just the act of kissing, though, it’s ‘how’ you use them. Soft, teasing, firm, playful, like it’s an entire language, and if you know how to speak it?

Game over!

First off, lips are perfect for building anticipation. A gentle graze, just barely touching, like you’re saying, ‘I could kiss you right now, but I’m not gonna…yet’. It’s maddening in the best way.

Imagine the guy does this thing where he hovers, his lips so close that you can feel his breath, but he doesn’t kiss you right away. It drives me insane, and it sure would do the same to you. Let’s accept it’s the ‘hottest’ thing ever.

There’s something about that moment, the almost-but-not-quite, that gets your heart racing like you’ve run a marathon in New York.

And don’t even get me started on the way lips can explore.

Sure, a good kiss on the mouth is classic, but when the guy started trailing kisses down your neck, your jaw, your collarbone, your breasts, and oh, your vagina?

Oh. My. God.

I’m telling you, it’s like fireworks but quieter and more intimate. There’s this delicious tension in not knowing where his lips will go next. But it’s not just about where you kiss, as we discussed above, it’s also about ‘how’.

A soft kiss can be sweet and romantic, like a whisper against your skin, while a deep and passionate one says, ‘You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go.’

There’s this incredible spectrum and the best part? You don’t have to pick just one. Switch it up! One second, it’s gentle and teasing; the next, it’s passionate and all-consuming.

Keeps things spicy!

Now let’s talk about lips as storytellers. Hear me out.

Lips can communicate so much without a single word. When Krish kissed me after we left the gym, (after I teased him enough to bring to this point) it wasn’t just a kiss, it was a conversation.

It clearly said, ‘I see you, I want you, and I’m about to show you exactly how much.’

His lips had this way of speaking directly to my soul with no translation needed. A kiss can say I want you without uttering a single word. It can be slow and sweet, full of love and tenderness, or it can be hot and messy, screaming I need you now. It’s like having your own secret language, one that gets more fluent the more you use it. A gentle kiss on the forehead can say, I adore you. A kiss on the neck? That’s code for, Let’s turn up the heat.

Who knew lips could be so poetic?

And let’s not overlook oral sensitivity as a whole. The way lips interact with the senses… taste, touch, even smell and make every kiss, every moment of contact, feel deeply personal. It’s like a full-body experience, starting right there in your mouth.

Oh, and let’s not forget about playful lip action. There’s something so ridiculously sexy about teasing. Like when Krish bit my bottom lip, just gently, before kissing me again. It was this perfect mix of naughty and nice, and it sent a shiver straight down my spine. And when he used his lips to laugh against my skin?

Ugh, done.

The mix of humor and heat? Absolutely lethal.

Then there’s the whole sensory overload. Lips are ridiculously sensitive, so every kiss is like this little explosion of sensations. You feel the warmth, the softness, the way they move against yours and it’s all so intoxicating. You will leave screaming, ‘Yes, more, please.’

Here’s another thing: lips are amazing for grounding. I know that sounds all deep and philosophical, but hear me out. When things got, uh, intense, and it felt like the world was spinning out of control (in a very good way), you can bring it back to a kiss. It can act like an anchor for a sinking ship. It can be like, ‘I’ve got you.’

And honestly? That’s the kind of energy we all need in our lives.

Moreover, there is no way we can deny the insanely intimate sensations of a kiss. More than anything else, it’s a connection and a promise. It is like, ‘You’re safe here, with me. And that?

That’s the green flag energy right there!

Seriously, if eyes are the windows to the soul, lips are the doors to… well, you know where I’m going with this.

Let’s talk about the science now.

Did you know that your lips have some of the highest concentrations of nerve endings in your body? Yeah, we’re talking over a million tiny sensors just waiting to spark fireworks. That’s why even the lightest touch can send shivers down your spine. And when you kiss, your brain releases a cocktail of feel-good chemicals like dopamine and oxytocin, basically turning you into a love-struck mess.

It’s biology working overtime.

So, yeah, lips are basically the MVPs of intimacy. They’re versatile, powerful, and oh-so-fun to play with. Whether it’s a playful bite, a teasing graze, or a kiss so intense it leaves you breathless, they’re the perfect tool for connection, seduction, and everything in between.

If you’re not already making the most of your lips, what are you waiting for? Lean in, kiss more, tease more, explore more. Trust me, you won’t regret it. Lips are the best part of a whole intimate session, and when do you know how to use them? You’ll leave them speechless.

Quite literally.