First Kiss On The Lips Novels & Stories

His hands roamed my back, gripping, pulling, his lips devouring mine as if he was afraid this moment would slip away. This was my first real kiss—my first true, passionate, breathtaking kiss. And it was with him. I felt his heart pounding against mine, our breaths mingling as our lips moved together in perfect sync. I moaned softly when his teeth grazed my lower lip, sending a wave of heat through my body. But then he slowed. His grip on me tightened, but his kisses became softer, so passionate, As if he was memorizing the shape of my lips, savoring every second. When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against mine, his breaths uneven and heavy.

As I shifted my gaze back to Daniel, he unexpectedly leaned in and pressed his lips to mine in a gentle kiss. The sensation caught me off guard—his lips were soft and warm, and the taste was surprisingly pleasant, making me feel a thrill I hadn't anticipated. Just as he began to pull away, I instinctively leaned forward again, eager for another kiss. This time, the connection deepened, and our lips found a more passionate, lingering embrace.

My hands land on his shoulder as his lips suck my lower lip. I remained still as I didn't know what to do. I never had a boyfriend and I didn't find interest in romance movies and books so I don't even know ‘A' of kissing. “Lick my lips, love. Loosen up, yourself." He mutters and instantly he gets back to sucking my lower lip. I do what he said to do. I very slowly lick his upper lip. “Fuck yes, just like that love." He groans which gives me butterflies in my belly.

My eyes were fixated on his perfect, devilishly handsome face, especially his luscious looking lips. I do not know how many times I have fantasised and wished that he could put those lips on mine and kiss the hell out of me. I had the strongest, most overwhelming urge to kiss him and I failed to resist. 'Just one kiss, he won't wake up, you have already done far worse, this will help you get him out of your system,' told myself and that was enough self conviction for me to proceed. I leaned in and pressed my lips into his lightly and got absolutely no reaction from him. This was sort of my first kiss, I have never been kissed on the lips by someone of the opposite sex, and as scary and gut

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 .

he says as he leans in to press his lips against mine. This is the first time we have actually kissed. Sparks are bouncing between us. His lips are soft and are teasing my lips as he nibbles on them. I follow his lead, not being overly experienced in this area, and nibble his lips. He groans as he moves closer to me. His tongue slips out from his mouth gently nudging the crease between my lips. I slowly open my lips and his tongue slides into my mouth. Tasting. Exploring. It is divine.

Before I could finish my sentence he sealed my lips with his. I was shell shocked. He kissed me. after five years, it was our first kiss. But his lips were still so soft and warm. But the kiss was a bit more passionate. He actually bit my lips. I moaned in pain. He took it as an opportunity and slid his tongue into mine. Till now, I had indulged myself into kiss too. We were kissing each other like five years ago we had kissed each other. His hands which were on my waist were now roaming on my back and my hands were on his hair. We were impossibly close that even air couldn’t pass.

It was his lips. I heard the people clap and cheer as he kissed me. At first, I didn’t reciprocate the kiss because I thought it was going to be a short one. But when he kept on nibbling on my lips, I shamelessly gave it and parted my lips. His lips were so wet and full around mine. It made me remember our first love night. His lips were firm and dominating. After kissing for minutes, he slowly disengaged. I kept still for a few seconds before opening my eyes, and I saw him smiling widely, his face was still close to mine.

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.

I gulped, my chest tightening as his hand moved, slow and deliberate, toward my face. Instinctively, I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for something harsh—his grip tightening, his anger flaring. Instead, I felt the soft graze of his thumb against my lips, a touch so gentle it stole my breath. My eyes fluttered open, heavy breaths escaping me, only to widen as he leaned closer. Then his lips were on mine, claiming me in a kiss that was both fire and velvet. My first ever kiss! I froze, my mind reeling as tingles sparked through me, every nerve alight. His lips moved with a hunger that pulled me under, my body responding despite my shock.