Bruno X Mirabel Kiss Novels & Stories

I felt like a schoolgirl alone with her crush for the first time, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. “I have wanted to do this all night,” Jack whispered, reaching his hand to my chin. He gently guided me to his lips. Fireworks exploded in my brain and I swear a brass band was playing a happy song as he kissed me. I pressed up against him, feeling his strong body mold into mine. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me in closer as his tongue quested for mine. I could have stood there kissing him for the rest of the evening, but the phone began to ring again. Jack ignored it for a moment, but when the shrill sound refused to stop, he released me. His kisses left me breathless, dizzy and cra

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

His moans and his hands on me create an intimate symphony where desire and provocation mingle and intertwine. I lean in to kiss him intensely, my lips covering his with passion, my hands exploring his muscles, his chest, his back. I feel his body vibrate beneath mine, his heat igniting me, and a delicious shiver runs through me. I play, I slow down, I speed up, modulating the rhythm of our dance, letting Gabriel follow my movements, guided by the desire I fully express.

I trailed off, unsure of what to say. Bruno stalked towards me, a dangerously mischievous smile on his face. “So what?" He repeated the smirk etched on his face displaying his amusement. My hand flew around in an attempt to ease my nerves but I only ended up unintentionally hitting myself on the face. “Ouch," I mumbled, the mild pain momentarily distracting me. Bruno's mocking chuckle caught my attention, making me fold my hands across my chest in annoyance. “You are so awkward." He said before pulling my hands until I was close enough and crashing his lips onto mine.

He continued. "What are you talking about?" I asked, getting irritated by his incessant teasing but instead, he suddenly drew me closer and crashed his lips on mine. I wanted to revolt, to push him away and talk things out but his touch was addictive and I found myself wanting more, his hands slipped into the slit on my chest and he gently fondled my left boob, sending sparks through my body but then he stopped, torturing me. "Noah and Mirabel are sex buddies, friends with benefits or whatever you call it." He revealed.

“I don’t want to talk about anything else tonight. I just want you.” “I thought you were angry with me?” He reminded her. “Then fuck me right to make me not angry anymore,” she replied. He crumbled under her touch, his concerns melting away as desire took its place. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Mirabel responded eagerly, her hands exploring his chest as their kiss deepened, growing more urgent with each passing second. As their lips moved together in sync, she began to push Giveon towards the bed, her intentions clear. He followed her lead, his hands roaming over her body, feeling the soft curves under her dress.

He looked up at her, her eyes were closed. "You want to taste?" He asked her. Her eyes fling open. She could barely say a word, she could only gulp. Bruno climbed up to her mouth level and slammed his lips against hers, engaging her in a French kiss so she could taste the wonderful juice he had licked earlier. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers reached down and and parted her folds. He inserted a finger into her and she moaned more loudly. He pumped into her slowly at first and then increased his pace.

With Bruno sitting in the front. I gasped against his mouth and he swallowed the sound, his thumb brushing over my nipple through the fabric, making my back arch. “Enzo,” I breathed, but I didn’t know if it was a protest or a plea. He kissed me harder, deeper, his other hand sliding up my thigh where the dress had ridden up. “Mmm. Mmmh.” Bruno’s throat clearing cut through the haze. We both froze. Enzo pulled back slightly, his lips still inches from mine, his breathing ragged.

“Since you want to deny it so much. Permit me to show them what we did.” Mirabelle's confusion grew imminent. Damien clapped once. The large screen behind the platform lit up, and a video played. Oh. My. lord. Kissing sounds came, and they showed. Damien and Mirabelle taking each other's clothes off. Mirabelle was bold, her eyes filled with lust as she teased him. Her moans grew louder every second. Mirabelle’s jaw dropped in shock. “Turn it off!” she screeched, tears welling up. “I said turn it off now!”

He opened his eyes, a bit disappointed that the expected kiss was taking too long. “No … That’s because I am Bruno”. He replied. “Hmm mm?” Beauty tilted her head, inspecting him with her dizzy eyes, they look so siren. Her fingers touched his nose and lips. That sent chills down his spine and his bulge grew larger and painful. He had to hold his crotch. “Ooo Hhhh Sir Bruno?” He looked at her, shocked that she got it this time. “Such nice lips”. Reacting, his face flushed and his ears red.