Novel & Cerita First 50 Kisses

Our breath and saliva were quick to synchronize and his lips vigorously devoured mine. His hungry kiss as usual was a lot to handle when he was like that, desperate to devour me. We separated for an instant just so I could catch my breath and then my lips were swallowed again. My senses were overwhelmed by the intense, sweet, and entreating kiss. His hand slid up my torso, grabbing my breast. My body, already accustomed to his caresses, was thrilled by the stimulation and automatically quivered with delight.

Heather says to Casey as she walks closer to him. Heather reaches Casey, cups his head between her hands, and kisses him. Instantly, Heather feels her worries slip away as her passion for Casey consumes her. He lets her control the kiss, making her even more comfortable. Their kisses are languid. This is the first time they have been able to take their time with each other. Heather can feel the fire burning inside her, desperate to feel Casey filling her. She resists, for now. Instead, enjoying the feel of Casey's mouth as she presses her tongue against his lips. She feels his groan more than she hears as he opens his mouth. As their tongues explore each other, Heather feels Casey's hand run

Marigold replied with a sarcastic laughing emoji, followed by a stack of documents—Chester's years of bank transfers, the insurance policies he purchased, and a record of Florence transferring 300,000 dollars to the truck driver's wife under the guise of personal compensation. Marigold was the friend who had worked at a bank. These underhanded dealings didn't escape her scrutiny. The truth quickly hit me like a bucket of ice water. Marigold said to me, "Ivy, I've been waiting for you. If a man breaks your heart, come back to me. Let's spend our lives together." We had known each other for over two decades, and she often joked like that. Back then, I would laugh along and tease her, saying, "

I am too young that time. I closed my eyes tightly when I suddenly step forward towards Mr. Woods and kiss him. It was just a fast and a swift kiss. I immediately step back and stared at him. He is looking at me eyes widened. His lips parted while staring at me. "Goodnight, I will get inside already. Bye." I uttered nervously and left him there. What the hell did you do, Kellah Fazandra?????

He really did like me. I leaned over and kissed him. The world was tipsy and wonderful, but somehow incredibly right as our lips met. His hand grabbed the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in the mess of my ponytail, pulling me closer to him. I slid across the leather seat, heat and desire searing through me. All I wanted was to kiss him, to touch him, to be with him.

He touched my face, caressing my cheek with his fingers like he was memorizing me. “I have to go,” I said quietly, leaning into his touch and never wanting him to stop. My chest ached with an unexplainable pain. I hadn't expected this moment to hurt this much. “My plane will be leaving soon.” “I know,” he replied, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His hand went to the back of my neck. He slowly lowered his face to mine, kissing me goodbye one last time. The kiss was soft and warm, lingering and full of memory. I closed my eyes and took in every detail. The way his five-o'clock shadow scratched my lips, how warm he was, the taste of his tongue, and the scent of his cologne. I wanted to

Impossible. I turned, stunned, waiting for her to continue. She smiled — that knowing, cruel smile — and spoke. “I mean, for all the times I behaved harshly. You see, Willy .... I mean Damon is just two years older than me. We’ve known each other since childhood. We literally spent our whole lives together. I was twelve, he was barely fourteen, when we had our first kiss. I gave my first time to him… and so did he. We are childhood sweethearts. Our families always told us we were made for each other, destined to marry. Bla bla bla…”

Instead, he's all over me. His hands are clenched in my t-shirt, pulling me down and kissing me. It's almost bruising, but my mind's buzzing, and I have no idea what to do, so I just respond. I cradle his head with my hands, missing the sensation of burying my fingers in his hair. It's chaotic, hands, teeth, my thoughts jumbled. Its's strange, at the same time great. I slow down the kiss and I feel his body melting against mine. It's like he's following me for the first time ever. This is like nothing I have ever felt before- not on the ice, not out of it. It's the first time I want to touch someone so bad it's painful. In those few seconds, I think I understand why people would want to kiss

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

"How many lips have you tasted?'' Sia asked after Dei had settled for T instead. When Dei didn't answer immediately I started to get agitated. I inhaled sharply when I saw her smug look. I held her eyes, pleading silently. For what, I didn't know. Just, please. She looked away with the smug look still and I sighed defeatedly. Maybe it was selfish of me to want her to answer to be 'one'. Yes, it is. I decided it didn't matter how many, me been her first kiss was more than enough for me. And I'll be her last. I smiled secretly at the memory of our first kiss, although she didn't know it was me. She didn't know I was her first kiss— as she was mine. It had been a mask charity gala hosted by he