Against Wall Kiss Novels & Stories

“Kiss her.” “That isn’t part of the experiment.” He replied. “Do it.” She said. “You want her to get off? She needs the intimacy part of fucking, and then it will be a different level for the two of you. Break down your own walls for this.” “I don’t think that it would matter.” He ground out. However, he looked down into the face of the woman that was encasing him and squeezing on his cock as the other woman was eating her pussy out. He watched the other woman's tongue move over the clit again. He tipped the other woman's head to an angle that he could reach her mouth. They kissed quickly. Then it grew again, and he found his tongue in her mouth, and she answered his call.

He held me up with his powerful arms, putting me in the perfect position to continue our fun. As he slid into me again, I reached forward and grabbed a handful of his hair. Then I pulled his face toward mine. We kissed, both of us moaning softly as our tongues danced. He held me against the wall and I used my legs to draw him into me, pulling his body against mine. The deep pleasure returned as he filled me up again. With my back pressed against the wall and my hands over his muscular shoulders, he began to pound into me. Droplets of water landed on his shoulders, and I watched as they slid forward, making their way downward across his chest and into the creases between his washboard abs. Me

Her face was so small that his palm could easily cover half of it. He kissed her lightly, once, then again. Lena was forced to tilt her head upward, her hands clutching at his collar, and her lips parted involuntarily. His other hand slid to her waist, guiding her back until she was pressed against the wall, unable to retreat. This kiss was gentler than any she had ever experienced. When she let out a soft whimper, Alaric opened his eyes halfway, still leaning against her lips. His gaze flicked down to her, taking in her tightly shut eyes and the way her fingers gripped his shirt with all her strength.

He closed the final distance. The first kiss was not an attack; it was a conquest. His lips met hers with exquisite slowness, a meticulous exploration. They were softer than she had imagined, but the pressure behind them was undeniable, demanding. He knew how to kiss. God, how he knew. His mouth moved against hers in a hypnotic back-and-forth that drained all strength from her knees. She sank against the wall, and her body molded itself to his in an act of instinctive surrender.

Theo growls, his voice low and rough, hands framing my face as his mouth crashes onto mine. The kiss is hungry, passionate, tongue sweeping in deep, claiming every inch of my mouth. I taste the whiskey, feel the stubble on his jaw scrape my skin, and I moan into the kiss. My hands fist his shirt, pulling him closer, our bodies pressing tight. His scent wraps around me, that woodsy cologne mixed with something exciting that always hits me straight in the core. He backs me up against the wall, one thigh pushing between my legs, grinding against my bare pussy. I moan into his mouth, my hips rocking instinctively, the friction sending sparks up my spine. But he pulls back slightly, teasing, his

He pushed me against the wall, and I felt a slight pain cut through me as my back hit the wall. This time, his kiss was more desperate and passionate. His tongue glided in my mouth, deepening the kiss and tasting every inch of my mouth. It was the kind of kiss that made me feel like I was soaring. I pressed my body against him, wanting to feel every inch of him. With each passing moment, the intensity of the kiss grew until I was utterly lost in his arms.

The kiss was fierce, fueled by a torrent of emotions—anger, desire, frustration, and an overwhelming need to dominate. His hand slid to her waist, yanking her closer and pressing their bodies together under the cold stream of water. His other hand gripped her neck, controlling the intensity of their kiss. Hailey's initial resistance melted away, her hands wrapping around his neck as she matched his fervor, their breaths mingling in the heated exchange.

He lifted her chin so she could look him in the eyes. “Are you up for this?” he asked. Teya grabbed his face and pulled him into another fiery kiss. He caressed her breast as she rested her back against the wall. She arched her back as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He brought his hips closer to hers, pressing her against the wall, leaving no space and eliciting a moan. He began kissing her collarbone all the way down to her stomach, and she brought her legs up to rest on his shoulders, keeping her held up against the wall.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.