First 50 Kisses Novels & Stories

I interpreted and she was laughing hard on the screen. "You're really such a crazy girl, Cally! Poor guy," she said. and she was still smiling ear to ear, like a weirdo. "Why are you happy? We just met again," I asked as I rolled my eyes. She cleared her throat and grinned at me, "Well, isn't that romantic? He's your first kiss, you are his first kiss. That kiss happened 10 years ago and now you met again. My gosh, Cally, he might be your prince charming. Sadly, I didn't see his changes but girl, you should agree on dating him!" she said in an enthusiastic voice.

He said so dominantly. Without realising,my lips were sealed with his.My eyes opened widely at whats going on.My first kiss has been stole by Keron the famous musician l didnt see this coming.Whatvisvthis man doing? Butv hey amb really surprised at how incredible his mouth taste.Yes l kissed him back after he wasnt willing to leave my lips The kiss was too gentle and l didnt want it stop.But my heart told me am not doing the right thing.l struggled to be let free from him but was all in vein.His kisses grew more fierce.His hands started messaging and a small moan escaped my mouth .

By the third kiss, her lips moved hesitantly against mine, soft and unsure, but she was trying. Relief unfurled in my chest like a gentle wave as I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers. Soft and hesitant at first, the kisses were light—testing, exploring. By the third kiss, Isabella's lips began to move beneath mine, cautious but willing. A quiet sound escaped her, so soft it was almost imperceptible, and she closed her eyes. The small gesture sent a ripple through me, a mix of triumph and tenderness. Her trust, though tentative, was there.

She rose onto her toes and brushed her lips against his. It was not a kiss of passion, but of permission. A gentle sealing of a new pact. When she pulled back, her eyes were shining. “See? The wanting is still there. It’s just waiting for you to remember its name.” That undid him. With a low growl that was part relief, part surrender, he captured her mouth with his. This kiss was not gentle. It was five years of starvation poured into a single, devastating connection. It was deep and searching and desperately hungry. His hands slid from her face into her hair, tangling in the silken strands, holding her to him as if she were the only solid thing in a spinning world.

His hot breath fanned my face, and my stomach flipped as his eyes lowered to my mouth. The sudden urge to kiss him overwhelmed me. His lashes fluttered down, and he leaned in, our lips almost touching. I surrendered to the moment, closing my eyes and tilting my mouth up to his. As our lips met, a low, husky growl rumbled through him, sending shivers down my spine. I melted into our first kiss, savoring the gentle pressure and the sweet sensation of his lips on mine.

She asked, trying to shift back on the stool but stopped as she felt there's no space. “I'm going to take my six kisses.” I said, leaning down towards her lips. But she put her index finger on my lips before I could kiss her. “Not six, but five.” She said, her lips twitch. I raised my eyebrows in clear confusion. “You count your pants and shirt as two! So I didn't wear your pants. So it's only five kisses.” She explained with a smirk and winked at me. Smart girl. I almost burst out laughing, but coughed and looked at her. “Is that so!?” I said, and she nodded her head with a proud smile of defeating me in my own game.

It raced along the place her hand was holding and raged like fire across his face. "Ti amo," she whispered again across the burning temptation of his lips. Then her hands squeezed—both of them, the one holding the velvet-smooth power of an erection captive and the one clasped around his neck so she could bring his mouth into full, hungry contact with her own hungry mouth. "I hope you appreciate that you are going to pay for that," he muttered tensely when she pressed her teeth into his warm bottom lip. "Just something else I owe you," Charley sighed mockingly and tragically. "Five and a half million kisses, a few De Santis cubs, and one sexy bite of your lip."

He had a lean body so she never realized how good it might look under those clothes. "Can I get a kiss now?" He leaned making Summer cupped his afce and planted few soft kisses all over his face. Ginga chuckled as this was not what he actually thought of. "How many kisses I have left?" Summer asked him who counted something in his mind. "587..." "What ...how?" Summer was confused They started with 100 kisses but everyday, these kisses only increase instead of decreasing. "Well, you promised a kiss for the ride and here I am sitting with you so...."

He didn't need further encouragement; he gently cupped her face and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss began tenderly, a soft meeting of lips, exploring and testing boundaries. But as the seconds ticked by, the intensity grew. The initial gentleness gave way to a fervent hunger. Hazel responded eagerly, matching Francisco's passion, their lips and tongues intertwining in a dance of desire.

“Kiss your husband. Full-on. Five seconds. No acting.” The group erupted. Some clapped. Others whistled. Ivy’s heart thundered. Lake’s hand was already on her thigh, steadying her. “You okay with this?” he murmured. She nodded. He cupped her face gently. The kiss started soft. But then it deepened. Hungry. Real. Five seconds turned into forever. The cheers faded. All she heard was her pulse. His breath. His mouth against hers like a promise and a warning all at once.