Drawings Kissing Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as Drew’s hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I leaned in, my lips brushing against his. We kissed softly, the tension between us building into something extra. Drew's hands traveled up my back, his fingers tracing the curve of my spine. I shivered, feeling a thrill run down my whole body. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine and fighting fiercely for dominance. I felt myself getting lost in the moment, my heart racing with excitement. Drew's hands cupped my face, his thumbs tracing the curve of my cheeks. We broke apart for a moment, gasping for air.

The unspoken words between them echoed, painting the canvas of their desires. With a gentle yet passionate touch, Drake traced his fingers along Amanda's jawline, his gaze fixated on her lips. The space between them seemed to shrink with each heartbeat, the chemistry between them electric and undeniable. Their breaths mingled, creating a beat that matched the rhythm of their hearts. Slowly, their lips met, a delicate dance of emotions that ignited a fire deep within. The kiss was both sweet and fervent, fused with tenderness and longing. As their lips touched and locked, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them in this intimate realm.

I was looking at her, my face tilted and blue-green eyes gleaming with adoration, watching her when she took all of me, our faces showing the throes of our passion. I met her amber eyes. “It’s fucking beautiful, Kiara. I love it,” I whispered as I awed at the painting once again. “Really?” “Let me show you how much I love it.” Closing the distance between us, I pressed my lips against hers. She sighed in relief, melting in my arms when I pulled her closer, my hands digging in the bare skin of her waist. Our lips met in a heated kiss. Neither of us complained when we fell on the soft rug, which had dried paint streaks all over it. We both said the words of love again and again. Kiara moaned t

With a soft, understanding sigh, I surrendered and let him take total lead. He cupped my face gently, nuzzling his nose against mine, which coaxed a small, breathless giggle out of me. Then, slowly, with agonizing softness, he finally connected our lips. The kiss was incredibly sweet, free from rushed lust, and filled with a deep, pure love. He savored the feeling of my lips against his before deepening the pressure. Every movement remained deliberate and teasing, yet entirely devoted.

The kiss was a silent declaration, a promise of devotion that resonated deep within her. Kayla sighed into the kiss, savoring the way he always made her feel cherished. Victor’s touch was always reverent, his affection a steady flame that warmed her soul. When they parted, she moved toward Elliot, who smirked and tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before stealing a proper one. His kisses were always teasing, playful, leaving her breathless, a whirlwind of sweet, stolen moments.

The Lizzy he knew was very good at kissing, and they would have a hot kiss. "Kiss me back," asked Asher. Cerise's heart raced. All the blood seemed to run under her feet. She covered her eyes as Asher sucked her lower lip and sucked her tongue. It was disgusting at first, but Cerise tried to move. She took turns sucking Asher's tongue. The man smiled. Even though she was amateur and stiff, Asher felt like he was reunited with Lizzy. Asher pushed Lizzy's body against the wall and squeezed the girl's hair, and it was like he was teaching Lizzy how to kiss.

I rest my head against his chest, listening to the rapid thump of his heartbeat as I stroke my fingers along his tight ab muscles. “That was…” “Unexpected?” I breathe, a giggle bubbling up my throat. I push up on his chest, gazing down into his eyes. “So I get to keep the drawing?” He chuckles, yanking me closer until my lips crash into his. He claims my mouth in a filthy hot kiss that makes my toes curl. “I’ve got hundreds of sketches, y’know,” he murmurs against my lips, and I can feel his own tighten in a grin. “You can have as many as you want if you always pay so… generously.”

he adds and pulls me up so that we are lying on our sides, face to face. Drew brings his hand up so that his fingers run through my hair and I stiffen. Not because I didn't want him to touch me, but because I desperately want to have those fingers run over my entire body. To let him know, I lean in and place my lips on his. He immediately reacts by deepening the kiss, our tongues entwining. Without the taste of cigarettes on his lips, the kiss is sweet. I break from the kiss for a moment to take my hoodie off and maneuver myself so that I'm lying on top of him.

I forgot to care about how we should be more careful around the premises and clutched his face between my hands, kissing him back. “Well?” he asked, unlocking his tongue from mine a minute later and pressing his forehead to my brow. I looked up into his eyes and squealed out the elated sound I’d been containing all day. When I began to jump up and down, he laughed. “Really?” he asked, looking relieved. “Your design was chosen? Ah, hell, baby. That’s amazing.” He stamped his mouth back to mine for a hard, brief, congratulatory kiss. “Which one was yours?”

I instruct, and she complies, facing me. I dip my fingers in paint once more, this time mixing red and blue to create a rich purple. After fixing my intense gaze on her, with a slow, deliberate movement, I trace a heart shape on her chest, symbolising our love. She gasps at the sensation of the paint-covered fingers on her sensitive skin. “Now, kiss me.” I order, and she leans in, her lips meeting mine. We share a deep, passionate kiss, our tongues dancing in harmony. The paint smears and blends as our bodies press together.