Elle Evans The Kissing Booth Novels & Stories

He responded immediately and placed his hand on the nape of my neck gently easing me towards him. The kiss was soft and tender and made me tingle inside. He pecked me a few times at the end of the kiss then groaned as he pulled away. “I could spend all day kissing those delicious lips of yours,” he said in a husky voice as he walked away. I giggled as I put my thong on then walked over to the closet to pick out today's clothes. “Where's Mason got to?” I asked Evan as I grabbed a pair of gray skinny jeans, a black off the shoulder top and my black Uggs.

I walked towards the door, my heart threatening to break any moment. Evan stood in all his simple yet magnificent glory. The gray button-up shirt he has under his umber coat made his honey eyes stand out. He’s been running his fingers through his hair for quite some time now. It resulted in his sun-kissed hair messy, sexy style. His Chelsea boots moved forward, arms soon engulfed my small frame against his, soft sweet lips captured mine in a demanding kiss. His tongue parted my lips with force, twining against my own, surely messing my kiss and tell lipstick.

“You weren’t joking when you said you needed a punching bag.” Kat smirked and aimed for his midsection. Evan managed to block off her blows, but soon found himself in a headlock. In no way worried about life, he watched her face and breathed in her sweet scent. He had never known anyone to smell so good while sweating. Unable to resist himself, he smiled and leaned in to kiss her cheek. Kat gasped and released him instantly. She covered her cheek with her hand and stared wide-eyed at him. Her face became pink. “You—you—“ Kat pointed at him, flabbergasted and speechless.

"I...Ahh!...don't stop. Ah! Uh! God! You know just how to do that, don't you?" I bent and covered her lips with mine. Her mouth opened, her arms slid around me, and our tongues dueled. Her wet body pressed against mine, trapping my rigid shaft against her soft belly. I slid the washcloth down her back and cupped her bottom. When the kiss ended, Eva took the washcloth from me. "My turn," she said softly, took the soap, and got the cloth even more full of lather than I had it. Then she wrapped the suds-covered cloth around my rigid shaft and washed it more thoroughly than it had ever been washed before. By the time she finished, my legs were shaking, and I felt as if I was going to come any se

'Did I just roast myself? "Will you like it if a boy kisses you in your sleep?" He asked. Angela's face contorted as if she drank some bitter medicine. "Eww, NO WAY!" Halton tucked her to bed. "Now go to sleep okay?" "What about good night kisses?" She cutely asked. Evan would always give her good night kisses before she falls asleep. He smiled and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "Good night, little princess." Halton walked up to the open balcony of his room, inhaling the monsoon air. It was around this time of the month when Evan and he had their first kiss, in the confined space of the red phone booth.

After some minutes, Nathan stood up, he looked at Evans whose head was bowed as he ate his fruits, Nathan smiled, bent down, raised Evans’ chin, and then captured his fruity lips. “Mmhp! Hey… Mhm..” Evans was caught off guard by the kiss but after the first struggle, he calmed down and accepted it. The kiss ended with both of them breathing heavily. A long thin line of saliva connected their lips, and the way Nathan looked at Evans was so crazy. He looked like a hungry wolf and this made Evans turn red like a tomato. “Y.. You—” he stopped, then bowed his head shyly, “We’re in Granny’s place.” he said.

Evangeline moaned and gasped while squirming around underneath me as I continued to switch back and forth between her breasts. I released the nipple I had in my mouth with a loud pop, and then planted a wet kiss in between her breasts before lowering myself more. Evangeline mutters in protest, and I pause for only a quick second, hovering over her belly button. I plant soft kisses around the little hole as well as around her stomach before moving down further. The scent of Evangeline’s wetness greeted me as I kept trailing kisses further down. She opened her legs, and I noticed her hips buck off the bed. I planted a slow kiss on the inside of each of her thighs before pressing my mouth again

But I’m sure I won’t be the one he’d be looking at. Smart right? I know. Eva had booked us a private booth at the theatre and seemed to know her way around because she immediately rushed us to our seats mummering under her breath about how late we were and how we were going to miss the show. I don’t interrupt her, just simply followed behind her while she fussed her hair then popped a bottle of champagne, poring us a glass each then abandons her glass on the first flat surface she can find without even taking a sip, her eyes glued to the stage.

They continued to deep kiss each other as Boris moved his hips back and forth fucking her while she moaned into his mouth. Eva suddenly felt a warm and wet kiss on her bare back. The onlooking audience cheered and applauded as she felt another wet kiss. The dress that we wore was a backless V that left a great deal of back open. Her kisser made his way down kissing inch by inch as she closed her eyes and felt her nipples harden. “What took you so long?” she asked without looking back. There was no reply. Instead she felt a kiss at the nape of her neck and shoulders. “I was waiting for the right moment,” he whispered into her ear.

‎“Okay, I’m coming.” ‎I take one last look at myself, steady my expression, and step out. ‎On my way to see Dad, I slow down when I notice something down the hallway. ‎Evans. ‎He’s pressed up against a lady, trying to kiss her. ‎At first, I almost walk past... it’s not my business, but then I notice the way the lady stiffens, the discomfort in her body, the way she tries to pull away. ‎My steps stop. ‎No. That’s not okay.