Chrismas Kiss Novels & Stories

It’s sad that even their pups have to double-check who is who. Jared is more cautious about it, but Christy? She says “fuck it” and cuddles into me. She wraps her arms around my neck and plants a big, sloppy baby kiss on my cheek. You know the ones. All open mouth, all tongue, no lips. I am now licked and thoroughly covered in baby spit. And when she pulls back, she smacks her lips together like her parents do when they kiss her. Yup. That just happened to me. And I love it. It’s the fucking best.

“This is the best Christmas ever. I got just what I wanted. A puppy. A fairy house. And my own daddy.” He looked into Sparkle’s eyes and she felt his love, his pleasure at the moment, and she knew that none of them would ever be lonely again. “Merry Christmas, my darling Kaleb.” “Merry Christmas, my sweet love.” And in the lights of the tree, Kaleb sealed their new life with a kiss that had Hayzel applauding and sent the new puppy barking. Everything, Sparkle thought, was now perfect. -THE END-

Perhaps it was from seeing too much of men's insincerity that she repeatedly told me how much she despised them. That was also why she was so firmly against marriage. But this time, when she made her offer, I cried and said, "It's too late." I told her I had already stepped onto the deadly path set by Chester and Florence, and I was halfway down it. Marigold said, "It's not too late. Wait for me—I'll save you."

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

Eva sighed while he kissed her neck and between her tits. “Yes, Daniel.” She rubbed his hand and sighed in devouring passion. “I got a late Christmas gift,” she spoke with restraint. She felt his mouth on her nipple and her sighs increased as he pushed her further into the sea of overwhelming passion. Here, waves of desire pushed her deeper as she offered no resistance to swim out, and the current of lust escorted her.

Because neither of them walked away. John—His Holiness in name only—pushed Christina against the edge of that desk, his crimson papal mozzetta already discarded, white cassock unbuttoned to the waist. His mouth crashed into hers, hungry and commanding, tasting the sweet wine they’d shared earlier. She moaned into the kiss, fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer.

Completely and hopelessly. He held her until she calmed down, then kissed her forehead. “You’re going to love the rest. Come on. Keep opening.” The third gift was a pair of Jimmy Choo satin heels. Limited edition. She laughed in disbelief. “Only three pairs in the world and you bought one of them?” “I have my talents.” The fourth was an original Hermès bag. By the time she opened the last one, she was already overwhelmed. It was a large Christmas snow globe. Inside it was a picture of the two of them, the one they had taken in Snowbrook. At the base of the globe were the wise men and shepherds, and carved into it were two letters. M & L.

He kissed the tip of my nose and reached into his pocket. "I want to make sure it doesn't hurt," he whispered to me, and then kissed me again. I nodded at him to say okay. I could not see what he was doing, but I heard the pop of a tube and then it closing shut. Then Todd turned back to me and kissed me gently. His fingers moved under my dress again and gently headed to my core, teasing as gently as he had been doing, and my inconsistent breaths came back as though they had never left.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.