Romans & histoires Beso

“Yeah” Indeed, Antonio's response was immediate, a testament to the deep connection between us. He bent down and tenderly planted a kiss on my forehead. The sensation of his lips touching my skin sent a wave of warmth and affection surging through me, leaving me momentarily breathless. It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes about his love and understanding.

His blue dark eyes stared deeply into hers as he leaned against her face brushing the tip of his nose against hers. “Mio Bella.” He whispered in his thick Italian tone before pecking the side of her lips making her hold her breathing back for a second. (-My Beautiful) Her hand on its own went to his bicep as she held him feeling her chest going back and forth rapidly in anticipation. His grip on her waist tightened as he slowly dug his head in her crook.

But, that feeling is clearly different from a brief peck that just sticks your lips. Antonio's kiss was sweet and so delicious. It was as if Rose always wanted it again and again every time Rose's tongue ventured into her mouth. It was an overwhelming response, especially considering it was the first time Rose had been kissed in such an intense way. His breathing was also short. The oxygen supply in Rose's lungs was running out, and her face was as red as a tomato because she could no longer hold her breath. Antonio knew that the little girl was out of breath. He let go of Rose's lips and gave a light peck in the recess of her neck and continued to go up to behind the ears.

I plant a kiss on his forehead as he sleeps against me. Translations: Vaffanculo- Fuck Bene - good

"Together, we can overcome any obstacle." I nod, my trust in him growing stronger with each passing moment. We lean in closer, our bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. The scent of his cologne envelops me, creating a cocoon of comfort and familiarity. Neo's lips brush against mine, a gentle and tender kiss that ignites a spark deep within me.

She whispered to him. Ambrose's face immediately slackened in shock, his smile washed away with a look of complete bewilderment. Sephora gave a shy grin. "What?" He breathed, as though he couldn't believe his ears. Sephora quietly chuckled and dared to take both his hands in hers. Ambrose looked at their clasped hands as though he were dreaming. Sephora's smile grew, and just because it reminded her of herself being in the same situation, she reached up on her tip-toes to brush her mouth against his cheek, his stubble rough against her lips and murmered,

"Understand?" "Ow! You're so mean, hitting me like that," Beatrice stared in disbelief but then laughed. "Yes, Sam. I understand. I'll be naughty for you─" Before she could finish her sentence, Sam quickly silenced her with a long kiss. A demanding and passionate kiss, with no breaks for Beatrice to catch her breath. Sam's hand held onto Beatrice's neck, preventing her from moving away while he indulged in all his desires. His tongue delved into Beatrice's mouth, not giving her a moment to push him away.

"Sweetheart," Alejandro whispered as he began tracing Marisa's face gently with his finger. He traced her face down to cleavage before leaning in, then he whispered, "How about we do something more fun?" Marisa's heart began racing fast as Alejandro's touch sent an electrifying feeling throughout her body. Her breath became abnormal the moment Alejandro leaned closer and kissed her neck. His kiss was slow, wet and electrifying that she couldn't help but let out a soft moan even though she tried so hard not to moan.

He slams his lips onto her soft ones not able to hold himself back anymore, making her gasp again with surprise. She was frozen at first trying to fight off his touch, pushing at his chest with the palms of her hand but eventually felt her body give into the desire. Their lips moved against each other with urgency, his lips molded perfectly against hers. "così bello" he breaths out after a few moments of kissing her. His lips trail down her neck, her hands bury themselves in his soft hair, her fingers tangled in his hair.(Translation : so beautiful)

I lean down and start to place pecks at his jawline and continue down until I reach his pressure point which causes his breath to hitch "What are you doing?" He asks in a seductive whisper which causes me to smirk at the effect I have on him in this moment "I'm giving you a massage, babe" I whisper against his pressure point before I start to suck on it which causes him to groan and throw his head back and his hands clench into fists, as if he is restricting himself from touching me. I nibble lightly at the tender skin which causes him to bite his lip. "Don't 'babe' me," He says with another seductive groan as I start to suck on the spot again "I know what you're doing" he says as I stop suc