Novel & Cerita 3 Kisses

Their first kiss in three years was explosive—at least for Kris. As soon as his lips touched hers, sensations he’d only ever experienced with her surged through every pore of his body. If only it had lasted a while longer. But it didn’t. Just a few seconds later, Thalassa pushed against him with all her might, and when he stumbled back, her palm connected with his cheek in a fierce slap. “Don’t you ever do that again. Ever again,” she spat, fury blazing in her eyes.

I make a boring face to him. "Ughh do you need too?" I ask. "Yes." "Fine what it is?" "Kiss me." My mouth opens wide when he said that. Kiss him? No way! "So?" "No! I don't want it." "Well, then we will stay a night here." I look at him in disbelief. "I can take a taxi. So see you tomorrow at work." I said and walk pass him but he grabs my wrist and smashed his lips on mine. I am completely shocked. Like totally. He kisses me for the third time today. Oh my god...

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

She had never thought words like that could make her hot and wet so quick. Francis leaned down and claimed her lips instantly earning a moan from her. Her brains literally went off from his sensational touch and heart melting kisses. She loved his kisses although they literally made her loose her sanity. He shoved his tongue into her mouth which she gladly accepted, she wrapped her arms around his neck wanting to taste him more and better.

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

" She blushed as I slid the ring to her fingers and I pulled in for a long kiss. The children erupted into cheers, their voices blending into a chorus of joy and excitement. Mireya covered her mouth with her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked at me with love and gratitude. I stood up, pulling her into my arms, holding her close as the children danced around us, their laughter filling the air. "I love you, Kuschelbär, for eternity." I pecked her lips thrice making her smile against mine. I clasped her hands with mine that were on my chest. "I have been meaning to ask you something." She squinted her eyes at me as I raised my eyebrows smiling down at her. "What is it, baby?"

I asked to clarify. “No. Just one kiss for every instance after the second mention,” he said confidently. “I still don’t get it,” I said. “Have you not been on a date before? Of course, it’s given that your date kisses you when he takes you home after your date, isn’t it?” he asked. He’s on point. The first kiss is part of the penalty for mentioning Quim’s name for the third time. “So, I better be careful not to mention his name for the third time,” I said.

By the third kiss, her lips moved hesitantly against mine, soft and unsure, but she was trying. Relief unfurled in my chest like a gentle wave as I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers. Soft and hesitant at first, the kisses were light—testing, exploring. By the third kiss, Isabella's lips began to move beneath mine, cautious but willing. A quiet sound escaped her, so soft it was almost imperceptible, and she closed her eyes. The small gesture sent a ripple through me, a mix of triumph and tenderness. Her trust, though tentative, was there.

“From here. You know how it is, right? A kiss on the cheek is a faggot thing. If I were you, I'd enjoy it too.” I return to the dance floor, moving sensuously between two guys I've never seen in my life, but who are running their hands over my ass. As I roll over, I pull the guy in front of me into a kiss and the one behind us, engages, slipping into the kiss in a mess of tongues. Finally, I'm invited to a threesome. I refuse, because everything has a limit, and I've just found mine.

The kiss was a silent declaration, a promise of devotion that resonated deep within her. Kayla sighed into the kiss, savoring the way he always made her feel cherished. Victor’s touch was always reverent, his affection a steady flame that warmed her soul. When they parted, she moved toward Elliot, who smirked and tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before stealing a proper one. His kisses were always teasing, playful, leaving her breathless, a whirlwind of sweet, stolen moments.