Darling Kiss Me Slow の小説・ストーリー

There are two sides to every story, but everyone only listens to the heroines. Maybe that’s why I hated fairy tales growing up. My name is Ava Prescott. I’m the girl everyone loves to hate but secretly wants to be. I was from one of the richest families in Rivers City, captain of the cheer team, spoiled, popular, influential, worshipped, and dating the captain of our school hockey team, well, until the so-called heroine snatched my man and made me the butt of everyone’s joke. Well, it's not too late for me. I am Ava Prescott. I never lose. Maybe that’s why when Zane, captain of our sworn rival hockey team, dangled a juicy bait in front of me, I was quick to bite. How better to get back at my

Damien’s upper lip brushed against the corner of my lips slowly to my lower lip. Without wasting any minute, l instantly slammed my lips over his. The kiss was slow at first but as minutes went on, l acutely noticed his hand wrap up around my throat. His grip on my neck wasn’t tight and everything was erotic until when I felt his other hand slip between my thighs.

"That's the best thing I've heard all day. Thanks." "You're welcome." He muttered and pushed my head lower so he could kiss me again. Unlike the previous once we shared that was filled with heat and desperation, this one was one of those slow kisses that made butterflies go on a rampage in my belly. His firm lips gently pressed against mine and our tongues were involved in a lazy dance of passion, soft sighs escaping both our lips as we deepened the kiss. Eventually Dante pulled away, his dark eyes now glowing.

Not possessive. He kissed me slow—mindful. The kind of kiss that melts your spine and makes your thighs ache. My fingers curled around the back of his neck, pulling him in deeper, lips parting with his. Heat spread fast. Damp. Wanting. I shifted closer, letting my hips roll—pressing against him exactly where I wanted him to feel it. He was already hard. I smiled into the kiss and did it again, slow, teasing. A groan rumbled from his chest. Then, suddenly, he spun me around, his hand landing firm on my ass with a sharp smack that made me gasp.

But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own And in your eyes, you're holding mine This song was so perfect as if it were made for us. I grinned at the line as he sensed me what I was thinking about. He quickly pulled me into a soft sensual kiss. My heart skipped a beat when his lips touched mine. I could only focus on how soft his lips felt against mine and how addictively he moved his lips. Heat rose from my stomach to my chest. The smell of him filled my nostrils as it made my mind hooded. The taste of him, it silenced my thoughts and made me want more of him. I placed my head on his shoulder swaying a bit as we loved and enjoyed the moment. Baby, I'm dancing in the dark with y

I managed to squeak out. I saw the pain flash in his eyes but he quickly covered it up with a smile. “All right, I already promised to wait till you are ready… may I kiss you?” he asked with a chuckle in his voice. He was inside of me, yet asking permission to kiss me… “Don’t joke with me, Darius…” I warned and he brought his lips to mine. This time, he wasn’t fast. He kissed me slowly like he was telling me a story. He was so gentle like he was promising to keep treating me this way. I couldn’t help but feel the warmth in my heart grow as he began to slowly move into me.

Her pulse flutters against my palm, a steady drumbeat of trust and want. She tips her chin higher, her mouth parting in anticipation. I lean down, my eyes locked on hers until the last second before my mouth claims hers. This kiss isn't rough. It's slow, deep, and achingly tender. I pour every ounce of patience and possession into it until she melts against me, her body pliant, her breath coming faster, and every soft sound from her mouth making her a needy, desperate mess for me.

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.

"Neither am I." He moves inside me, slow and deep. I feel every inch, every pulse, every breath he takes. His hips roll, press, and retreat as I grip his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin. "Harder," I whisper. He shakes his head. "Slow." "Damian—" "Slow." He kisses me, swallowing my protests. His hand slips between us, fingers finding where we’re connected, pressing and circling. I gasp. "Slow," he repeats.

Alright" she replied and we went to the ice cream van. I bought two bowls for myself and one for her. We got inside the car and I was done eating the first bowl. "You were not joking when you said your hobby was eating" she said and I laughed. I finished eating the second bowl of ice cream and she was still eating her own. The ice cream stained her lips and I felt like kissing her. I used my finger to wipe off the stain on her lips. She looked at me and our faces were inches apart. Our faces were moving closer and we were about to kiss. My phone ringed disrupting the moment.