First 50 Kisses Novels & Stories

He leaned down, his mouth hovering over her glistening folds, and then—his lips met her skin. The kiss was gentle at first, a soft promise of things to come. His tongue slid along her slit, tasting her sweetness, making her arch her back and grip the bedsheets. She moaned, the sound echoing through the room, and it only spurred him on. He began to suck, his tongue circling her clit, pressing against it in a rhythm that made her hips rock against his face. Her moans grew louder, filling the space, mixing with the sound of wet kisses and the faint smack of skin on skin.

“Do it properly, or tomorrow your father wakes to find the debt unpaid.” Her throat tightened. Rage surged in her veins, but so did desperation. Slowly, hesitantly, she lifted her face again. This time, her lips brushed his, soft, fleeting, but real. A kiss. The world seemed to stop. Heat shot through her veins, uninvited, unwanted. For a moment, she felt the strength in his stillness, the danger coiled beneath his restraint. His lips didn’t move against hers, but his hand tightened on her wrist, steadying her as if she might break.

She looked at him with utter surprise. Removing her hands, he pinned them above her head as he gawk at her wet lips. Not wanting to waste anymore time he connected his rough lips against her plumpy ones, snatching her soul. Ethan closed his eyes in pure bliss as he tasted her cotton candy lips. In the last 25 years he has never kissed anyone. This is the first time he felt an urge to kiss someone and the feeling was beyond his expectations. He can kiss her all day without a break, that much good she felt. Ethan kissed her lips like there is no tommorow. He was sucking her whole mouth like sweet candy. He nibbled on her lower lip and tugged on it but Jasmine kept them close.

I stared at his perfect lips, wanting to kiss them, as they formed the words. “Yeah, well, I never said I was a good student.” The fingers of one of Noah’s hands made their way to my chin, moving me into a gentle, yet insistent kiss. The kiss deepened, my lips parting to give him more. His kiss was hot and deep, banishing every unhappy thought from my mind. He tucked his head, breaking the connection and allowing me to replenish the much needed oxygen for my aching body. I took an unsteady breath, keeping my eyes closed, feeling lightheaded and wonderful.

I beamed into his bright green eyes and took a still breath before speaking. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready,” I told him, placing my hands on his shoulders and drawing his lips near to mine. Slowly, like the setting sun and the ocean horizon, our lips came together on his island. The soft scent of a tropical island, the waves, and the beach mingled with his cologne and I knew that I would forever be in love with his island kisses.

It was sharp enough to make Alex feel like every thought and emotion inside him was visible. Jamie noticed the tear Alex hadn’t managed to wipe Something shifted in Jamie’s expression. Just slightly. The cold distance Alex had seen in meetings seemed to soften. For a second neither of them moved. Then something unexpected happened. Jamie leaned forward and kissed him. Alex’s brain stopped working. The kiss was sudden but not rough. Jamie’s hand remained lightly under Alex’s chin steadying him. His other hand rested against the edge of the desk beside Alex. The warmth of his lips was real.

Deimon, oblivious to her internal turmoil, leaned in further, his warm breath whispering against her ear. "Kate," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers cascading down her spine. The air crackled with unspoken words, a yearning that seemed to mirror her own. Then, abruptly, his lips met hers. It was a clumsy collision, more awkward exploration than passionate encounter. Yet, the feeling was undeniable – a spark, a jolt of electricity that sent a rush of heat through her. It was her first kiss, a fumbled dance she'd dreamt of for years.

Nana and the rest shouted from outside but they ignored as the two love birds continued kissing. *** HE KISSED HER FIRST AND HE ENDED UP WITH HER. ******THE END******

Sixty-Five Florence, breathless and dazed, pulled away from the kiss, felt her cheeks burning like wildfire dancing in a rainforest. She needed a moment to collect herself, to process the intensity of the moment. She breathed heavily, after all, she just had her first kiss in twenty-two years of existence and she did not hesitate it or hate it at all.

Like he needed them, like they were the only thing missing before he could let go and leave. "You must be so proud of yourself right now," I remarked playfully, refusing to make this goodbye a sad one, "You're my first kiss, my first time," Tease fluttered all over my lips, "And my first love." A beautiful smile curves his delicious lips and he nods, "It does feel good." I chuckle lowly before I edge forward, rest my head over his shoulder and hug with everything in me. I press my eyes shut, "In five years, okay?"