First Kiss Gif Novels & Stories

I try to ask him but my answer is given by him in most shocking way. He smashes his rough lips over mine, initially kissing me passionately to express his desires in actions. It fluttered something in my heart. It was my first kiss which my husband stole with a surprise. The man who vowed to never let me come close to him is now pressing his body impossibly close to mine and I find myself clenching my throbbing core as tightly as possible.

What began as a forceful kiss evolved into something passionate. As he delicately brushed my lips with his tongue, his hands traced down my waistline, pulling me closer. I reciprocated, my hands finding their way to the nape of his neck, pulling him in. Our lips pressed softly against each other, and I tasted the sweet nectar of his lips as his tongue explored my mouth. Our tongues brushed against each other, deepening the kiss. My heart pounded with intensity, and the kiss felt like a magical escape, allowing all my worries to melt away. It was my first kiss, taken by Tristan, and it left me breathless and captivated.

Upon saying that, Raine howled in sorrow, “That was my first kiss and you’ve taken it from me!” First kiss? Zayn was taken aback by those words. He was seated in a corner, so there was no one else three meters away from where he sat. Moreover, they were not speaking loudly earlier, so no one heard their conversation. They saw Raine kiss Zayn and they were staring in bewilderment. Oh God, they could not have seen it wrongly, could they? To their utter shock, Raine had actually kissed the man who looked like a security guard!

It was his first real kiss in over five decades and it felt amazing. Freya opened her eyes, feeling warm heat beneath her fingertips and hard lips moving sensually over hers, teasing her, enticing a response that she had no hesitation in returning. Her shocked brain tried to assimilate that Dayton was kissing her but her body overrode her surprise to press against him and kiss him back with a need that was almost overwhelming.

His boxers last. We hit the bed in a tangle of limbs. He hovered over me, breathing hard, eyes dark. “You sure?” he asked, voice wrecked already. I grabbed his face, pulled him down. “Shut up and kiss me.” It was my real first time with him. This was different. Kacy took his time even though I could feel how hard he was against my thigh, how much he was holding back. He kissed down my chest, slowly . Lips on one nipple, tongue flicking, then sucking until I arched off the bed. I laughed when he kissed my stomach right over the spot that used to be round and said, “That tickles, idiot.”

I say, stepping closer, “prepare to be saved.” I lean in and press a quick, gentle kiss on his cheek. Brianna squeals, jumping up. “No, silly! You have to kiss him on his lips to make him a prince!” I freeze, cheeks flaming. Kevin’s eyes widen, and he opens his mouth like he’s about to refuse. “Uh… Gia, we don’t have to—” But before he can finish, I tilt my head and press my lips to his. The world seems to shrink to just us for a moment. Brianna cheers somewhere in the background, but I don’t hear it.

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.

Her touch drew him back into the room, and they found themselves standing face to face, the air thick with unspoken feelings. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, time seemed to slow down. Whizz's actions were unexpected yet inviting, as she leaned forward, her lips parting slightly. Samuel's heart raced, his mind racing to catch up with the sudden turn of events. Before he could even process what was happening, Whizz's lips met his in a tender, gentle kiss. Samuel's initial surprise gave way to a sense of wonder, his hand instinctively finding its place on her waist. Their kiss was soft and tentative, a silent exchange of emotions that had been building between them.

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.

I whispered, my voice barely audible. I reached out and gently touched his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. Our eyes locked, sharing a charged, intimate glance before he closed the distance between us. His lips met mine in a fierce, passionate kiss. He pressed his body against mine, and I could feel the eagerness in his movements as our lips moved together in a heated embrace. His hands roamed eagerly under my shirt, tracing the curves of my waist and gliding up my ribs with a sense of urgency.