1st Time Kiss Novels & Stories

Her uncle point at the tv screen and she muttered an ‘ooh’ “So let try it,” He said again. “No...no...what!”Her eyes widened. Though she was naive at the time, but she was smart to know kissing is only between couples. “Common it is fun,” He said and without waiting for her to talk, he slammed his lips on hers. The kiss was slow and passionate and surprisedly, Nana liked it. She reciprocated enjoying what was going on between her and her uncle. He stopped the kiss and stared at her.”Do you like it?”

Isla could feel every inch of her being awakening to the love she had hidden for so long, and for the first time, she allowed herself to fully embrace it. It was her first kiss, and the moment it happened, Isla knew that nothing would ever be the same. She could feel the warmth of Vincent’s lips lingering on hers, a warmth that seemed to ignite something deep inside her. If time could be turned back, she would offer it to him again without a second thought, for the kiss was not just a fleeting moment—it was a memory that would live within her forever.

Their lips meet in a slow, tender kiss. Time seems to stand still as they savor the sweetness of the moment. Their kiss deepens, conveying a depth of emotion that words fail to capture. It's a kiss filled with tenderness, longing, and the promise of love. As they break apart, they gaze into each other's eyes, their faces flushed with the warmth of their connection. They embrace, holding each other tightly, feeling the strength of their bond. Vihaan whispered in her ears I'll always want to kiss you ; this was my first kiss. She doesn't know why, but she finds the tone of his voice a little unsettling.

For some minutes we stared at each other and our faces moved closer. I couldn't resist the urge to kiss his plump pink lips and finally our lips met, his tongue delved into my slightly opened mouth. His kiss was slow and sweet at thesame time, savouring the depths of my sweet essence as his tongue danced all around my warm mouth. This was my ever first kiss at twelve and I liked it. I wondered how I could suddenly like and kiss someone when my mom was just murdered few moments ago Still in our moments of ecstasy the door burst open revealing the one man we've been running from. We broke the kiss and our eyes bulged out in terror.

CHAPTER 8: A KISS FOR A WISH That's it. I kissed him. It lasted only for a second and I quickly stepped back, not batting an eye after what I had done. It was actually my first kiss, but I wasn't a fan of romance nor the sentimental value it was supposed to have, so it felt nothing to me.

His lips moved against mine with raw hunger, tongue sweeping in to claim every inch of me. He tasted like sin and possession and the faint trace of my own tears. One of his hands slid into my hair, tilting my head exactly how he wanted so he could kiss me deeper, harder, stealing the air from my lungs. I was breathless. Shocked. Shy and so incredibly nervous that my entire body trembled beneath him. This was my first kiss. And it was with Tristan Desmond. My uncle. My obsession. The man who had ruined me in every way except this one. A broken, overwhelmed whimper escaped into his mouth. My hands fisted in his shirt, no longer pushing him away but pulling him closer.

I asked. "The first one was very shy, the day we had our first kiss dude was shaking and sweaty. Not to talk of the very sloppy and wet kiss, he was literally rubbing all his nerdy saliva on me. I was so mad I broke up with him right there" she said, making a disgusted face. I looked at her laughing.

I couldn’t help but smile at his reaction. “You know what?’ He said before opening his eyes and staring straight into mine. “ That is the first time you kissed me.” “Reece, we kiss all of the time.” I said, confused. “You misunderstand, that is the first time you kissed me where there wasn’t an audience and you were obligated or s*x involved. I didn’t realize how much that little thing would affect me.” He grabbed the hand that cupped his cheek and placed it on his chest over his heart. It was racing like he just sprinted.

But I ignore it, closing what little distance is left between our lips. I press my open lips to his, my arms falling to his sides, gripping the fabric of his tux. I start slow and steady, a little nervous because it’s the first time I’ve initiated a kiss between us, and also the first time he's let me take the lead. I like it.

Maybe it is because I denied him yesterday or maybe it’s because I am still a virgin, but I wasn’t going to make that public knowledge. I reach out to him using the mind link, so our conversation would be our own, “I am not big on public displays, I guess. That’s the first time I have so much as kissed someone aside from my parents. To have my first kiss be like that and in front of the entire pack was what did it.” He smiles that devilishly handsome smile of his as he sends back, “That was not our first kiss.” I blushed again, “It was the first kiss that I personally was involved in. Harmony took the reigns the first time remember?”