Drawings Kissing Novels & Stories

I taunt, laying my hand on his back. He rubs my backside once more, and I can only laugh as I take several steps back. I’m feeling emboldened, perhaps still remembering how I felt seeing the drawing Luke made me. I reach for Dante’s face and he closes his eyes as I hold it. “Help me with these puppies and I’ll give you a very special reward,” I whisper, then kiss his nose. His eyes shoot open, wide and I dare say… hungry. When I pull back from him, his big tongue licks his lips slowly. I beam at him and then do the same to mine. He then shakes himself out like a wet dog would, and I can only laugh.

Their lips remained locked as he drew her closer. Drew took her to the lonely long couch in the living room. She spread her legs effortlessly over his shaft to feel her pussy, which was only separated by his shorts and concealed by her thin yoga pants. As he guided Lily's hips to sway against his hardness, he nourished his own lips on the sweetness of her kiss.

Laika said, standing to her feet. Karim put his arm around her waist and drew her closer to him. His member was already threatening to tear his shorts. Their faces were so close now, and his gaze fell on her lip. Laika parted her lips, ready for him to kiss her. His lust won, and he caved in and took her lips with his. The kiss was explosive, as usual. No matter how many times they had kissed and made love for the past five years, it still felt new. Karim's hands travelled to her back and grabbed her ass cheeks, and he squeezed them while Laika let out a moan.

Drawn inexorably closer, Terry approaches Nora with a soft, deliberate pull. With a tender touch, his hands find their place on her waist, their connection growing stronger. Their hearts beat in unison, anticipation and affection intertwining. Slowly, their lips meet, melding together in a gentle and passionate kiss. Time seems to stand still as they savor the sweetness of the moment. It's a kiss filled with tenderness and longing, an expression of the deepening bond between them. Their embrace conveys a sense of trust and vulnerability, a shared understanding of the love that is blossoming between them.

he promised, before kissing me tenderly. **Song Suggestion: Can We Kiss Forever by Kina** His lips parted mine, lightly licking my lower lip, but never entering my mouth. The heat of his hands traveled up my back slowly, resting between my shoulder blades as he pulled me closer. His chest and my own were touching, pressed against each other tightly. My breasts were threatening to spill out of the top of my dress from the pressure of it. Davis let my lips go, trailing kisses down my neck as he gently pushed me back, and laid me down.

I had needed it in order to know he was still with me. "Eww... gross..." Avery made a face, sticking out her tongue and acting like she was going to puke. Robbie laughed, releasing me from the kiss but not his grasp. I loved being pressed up against him, feeling his body strong and solid beneath mine. I kissed him one more time, making a loud lip-smacking noise just to make Avery mad. She rolled her eyes and tried to ignore us by playing with her teacups.

As the sunlight danced across Krystal's face, Adrian leaned in, closing the distance between them, and planted a tender kiss upon her lips. The kiss carried the essence of their love, a delicate blend of affection, passion, and sweet devotion. It started softly, a gentle exploration of each other's lips, the warmth spreading from their mouths to envelop their entire beings. As the intensity grew, their lips moved in perfect sync, a symphony of desire that resonated within their souls.

Not knowing my life was about to change. "Thank you," he said. "For what?" "For being my subject. For letting me draw you. For not running away when you found out what I was doing." "I could never run away from you." "I know. But thank you anyway." We kissed in the empty gallery. The drawings looked down on us. Silent witnesses to everything we had become. That night we went home and made love in the dark. Slow and deep and full of wonder. Afterward we lay tangled together, too happy to sleep.

When he pulls back, his eyes drop to the locket, then return to mine. “This one…” he says, nodding toward the sketch of my face. “I mean… I’m in love with your face. I drew it before exams ended, when I missed you having you around. Woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t go back to sleep… so I drew you.” “And this…” His voice dips lower. “This is us.” He nods toward the sketch of our hands. “This is my favorite part. Our hands together.” He swallows before continuing. “I sketched them because they say everything I feel. That I’m yours. And I want to walk through everything with you like this… fingers locked with yours, no matter where we go.”