1st Kiss Novels & Stories

"I think I have been sure for a while." He reached up, and this time there was no hesitancy when his hand cradled her cheek. The touch was reverent and hungry in equal measure. Their first kiss was not the kind of cinematic thing a person dreams of in neat progressions—it was hesitant and soft, like two people learning how to speak one another's language for the first time. It tasted faintly of chamomile and mint from the garden. It settled into them like a promise that had been given permission to exist. When they broke apart, he rested his forehead against hers, and for a time they only breathed.

Damian studied my face, then gave a helpless laugh. "Today is our seventh mating anniversary, and you want to humiliate me in front of everyone?" "You knew perfectly well this was our seventh anniversary, and you still crossed that line tonight," I shot back. Damian did not look remotely sorry. If anything, he turned it back on me. "All because I kissed Amber and not you, you're ending our bond? It was one kiss. It meant nothing. You're the Luna. Start acting like it."

In the middle of the table two red roses. “I take it you approve my dear.” Maya simply smile looking at him. The thought was just in her mind, in her heart…unexpected laughter leading to the first kiss hello… Thomas stood and gently pulled her into his arms holding her against his frame. “I am a man and am not supposed to admit this kind of weakness but I practically had fallen over my feet the moment I saw you. That first sight of you captivated me in such a manner that I just knew if you could be mine, and you would be the most sensually erotic woman. I was in love with you before I look into your eyes. Did you know how frightened I was when I couldn’t see you for a moment. I also know the

Emma felt the warmth of his presence, the soft brush of her hair against his face, and then he gently put his lips against hers. It was a first kiss, shy and electric, carrying the thrill of new connection, the excitement of shared emotions, and the relief of honesty finally expressed. Allen’s hands hovered, unsure at first, before gently resting on her shoulders. Emma responded in kind, tilting her head slightly, deepening the moment without rushing it. Behind them, the sounds of the city and the muted party became irrelevant. There was only the warmth between them, the soft press of lips, the shared breath, and the quiet promise in their hearts.

It was sharp enough to make Alex feel like every thought and emotion inside him was visible. Jamie noticed the tear Alex hadn’t managed to wipe Something shifted in Jamie’s expression. Just slightly. The cold distance Alex had seen in meetings seemed to soften. For a second neither of them moved. Then something unexpected happened. Jamie leaned forward and kissed him. Alex’s brain stopped working. The kiss was sudden but not rough. Jamie’s hand remained lightly under Alex’s chin steadying him. His other hand rested against the edge of the desk beside Alex. The warmth of his lips was real.

I held my breath as my finger breached her for the first time, my heart beating out of time as part of me still couldn’t believe that we were here, that I was doing this to her, with her. “Give me your tongue.” She’s so innocent, the way she peeked just the tip of her tongue out to me. I covered her mouth gently and teased it the rest of the way into mine as my finger slipped into her, past her tight folds and beyond to that place that only I had better ever venture.

I felt him twitch as he rode out our high. He finally broke the kiss for some air. "I thought our first time after so long would be in bed and romantic." He said with a smile. "I loved it this way much better." I gave him a quick kiss as he pulled out of me. "Our food should be cold." I giggled as I pulled my clothes on. "I will heat you a plate. And you better have enough energy because this woman wants her pony ride till she is sore." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ We were like teenagers who had just fallen in love. We would be caught kissing when I was saying bye to him in the morning. Poor Maria found us so many times about to rip each other's clothes off, I swear we might give her a heart attack.

Sparse gray hair framed her gaunt, elderly face. When she saw Marigold and me walking hand in hand, with Daniel, now toddling along, her lifeless, dull eyes suddenly flared with astonishment. It was like a brief flicker of life in a dying flame. I smiled before saying, "Ms. Callaghan, I almost forgot to tell you—today marks 23 years since Mari and I met. Don't you think it's a wonderful day to celebrate?" "You… You…" Florence stammered, but no coherent words came out.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

I sounded paranoid even though it was just a smile. But the smile spoke volumes. " Don't look that way. It makes look like a jealous partner. If you feel uncomfortable, I will talk to her." He promised. This was our first date and I had behaved like a jealous partner. I mentally slapped myself. ....... After we were done eating, Stan suggested we stroll down the city to enjoy the luminous view of the Island. It was very late in the evening when they began to walk on the bereft road. "They had no walked far when Stan spoke up.