Essie First Kiss Bliss Mga Nobela at Kwento

But something in Felix's eyes held her in place, a silent promise or perhaps a challenge she couldn't decipher. Then, before she could gather her thoughts, his lips brushed against hers. The kiss was soft at first, almost tentative, as if Felix was giving her a moment to adjust. But then, it deepened, becoming more demanding, more real. Isabella’s mind went blank. She wasn’t sure if it was the shock, the unexpected tenderness of the kiss, or the fact that it felt like nothing she had imagined. Her hands, which had been clutching the bouquet for dear life, relaxed slightly as she found herself responding to the kiss, if only out of reflex.

It was her first kiss. Her first kiss. I leaned over and brushed my lips against hers. It was nothing. More air than touch. A no-brainer, but damn it, my body was alive. Isabella was mine. Her cheeks were flushed, and it took self-control not to throw her over my shoulder and immediately take her to our room. I couldn't wait to have her naked body beneath me, to bury my cock in it. As if she could read my mind, Isabella shuddered violently, and my lust evaporated.

“You felt it, Elena. Same as me. That wasn’t just a kiss. It was...” “Stop.” She leaned forward, so close I could smell her perfume: jasmine, warm and dizzying. Her breath hitched, betraying her. “You don’t get to rewrite this. You bet on me like I was a horse at the track. You don’t get to pretend it’s love now.”

I moaned to Blaze, who chuckled deeply. "She is holding ya cock.. She knows!" He laughed arrogantly, making me smile because he was right! She had to know! Her lips offered more than a perfunctory kiss, yet the thrill that powered through me sent me rocking back on my heels again. The first kiss was followed by a more deliberate probing by her flattened tongue, which now swirled lavishly over the thick, lust-swollen head. I heard myself whimper at the delicious feel of that wet, slithering tongue paying slavish tribute to my manhood. The thrill was indescribable as I watched her bow her head, her open mouth accepting my throbbing stiffened dick as she finally took it into her mouth and gave

Her breath shudders in and out and she whimpers, trying to wrap her thighs around Tobias’s waist, but the leggings prevent it from happening, so she kicks them off along with her panties and climbs his body, attacking his mouth as if for her very first breath. Tobias stumbles into a wall like his batteries just died, visibly overcome by the power of her mouth, her kiss, a jagged sound leaving him and filling the hallway. There is no jealousy watching this happen. Not anymore. I’m only obsessed with getting Elise what she needs. I don’t give a fuck how it happens, as long as it’s done among the four of us. I just want to keep that blissed-out expression on her face. I would kill for it.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

And then, without a word, I decided to cut through the noise – I silenced her with another kiss. This time, it was slower, more deliberate. I could feel her surprise melt into surrender. Her body relaxed against mine, the tension unwinding as she returned the kiss with an eagerness that spoke volumes. She tasted like the rich coffee we'd shared and something sweeter, uniquely Ellie. Her lips were soft, moving against mine with a perfect rhythm that sent a jolt of heat through my body.

The roughness of his hands—a mechanic’s hands, scarred and grease-stained—against my tender skin made me shiver. He runs his tongue along the lip I was just chewing on before plunging his mouth onto mine. A kiss so deep, so passionate, I could feel every bit of emotion he poured into it. Leaving me breathless, he moves to the pulse points on my neck, taking his time sucking on them. The more I squirmed, the harder he suckled them. Pressure coiled low in my belly, a live wire sparking with every graze of his teeth. The scars at my wrist hummed, their light a silent echo of the storm building between us.

My jaw dropped with what Frinsc said. "You mean Trizhor Ailorre ?!" Jaicz said in shock. "What?! No! I won't!" I protest immediately. "You know what kind of consequences will pay off if you refuse to do it, don't you?" Frinsc teased me. I have no any choice. That's just a kiss. But for pete's sake, it would be my first kiss! "But Frinsc." That's all I could say. "You have any other complaints?" she asked again. I gritted my teeth harshly then lifted my head to look at her. This manipulative girl! I’ll really give her a hard time as soon as I won again.