First Kiss On The Lips Novels & Stories

As our lips caressed against each other, I felt like my soul came out of my body to kiss his soul. At this moment, the only thing I can hear is our heartbeat. He clasped my face and pulled me closer to himself before taking my lips inside in his warm mouth and sucking them gently and softly. His lips are softer than I could have ever imagined. It blew my mind. I feel like my feet are in the air. It feels so damn amazing. This is a hundred times more wonderful than my imagination. He left my lower lip and sucked my upper lip softly and lovingly, caressing my cheek with his thumbs and his fingers are below my ear. I mechanically responded to him by sucking his lower lip and encircling my arms

Kai pulled away and, with a soft smile on his face, asked, “Why are you giggling?” “I never thought your lips would be so soft,” She answered and put her lips back on his again. Kai chuckled against her lips and hummed before he closed his eyes and kissed her back. The sweet pecks turned into a proper kiss before Piper licked Kai’s lips and tugged them between her teeth. Judging by his moves, she could tell this was the first time he was kissing someone. A big stretch of her lips. “Is this your first kiss?” She whispered against his lips.

Damien’s upper lip brushed against the corner of my lips slowly to my lower lip. Without wasting any minute, l instantly slammed my lips over his. The kiss was slow at first but as minutes went on, l acutely noticed his hand wrap up around my throat. His grip on my neck wasn’t tight and everything was erotic until when I felt his other hand slip between my thighs.

Those delicious lips connected with mine, catching me off guard and stealing my breath. A small whimper slipped past my lips, and his chest rumbled, causing my wolf to howl in delight. I became putty in his hands, melting against his lips. His tongue gilded between my lips as if trying to pry them open. My heart jumped before beating erratically. My brain seemed to scramble at the realization that I was about to experience my first open-mouth kiss. My lips didn't open, even though they wanted to. It wasn't until his tongue probed my lips again, asking for access, that it seemed to kick-start my brain.

Alexander left a love bite on her neck while Marianne kept her fist tightly clenched, trying to steady herself. It was more than she could resist. He pulled back from her neck, his lips finding hers again with a fierce hunger, like a lion claiming its prey. This was the first time they had shared a kiss this deep, and it felt incredible. Marianne's hands instinctively slid up to the back of his neck, holding him close as their lips moved in a passionate exchange.

The trembling of my muscles was palpable. With a sudden and forceful motion, Claire seized my neck and compelled me to draw closer until our lips were pressed together. The gentle movement of Claire's lips caught my attention. Initially, her tongue caressed the contours of my mouth, delicately licking my lips. Her lips grazed mine with a teasing bite. As her lips parted, I found myself unable to restrain my impulses. I seized the opportunity to intensify the kiss.

They were feeling rough and warm against my soft and cold ones. "Kiss me back" this time he requested whispering against my lips. I don't know what happened to me but his request melted me and my lips start to move against him on their own. I closed my eyes in anticipation of feeling the slow and sensual kiss. That was my first time kissing someone and it was feeling so good. His skilled lips were working perfectly against my unskilled one like they are made for each other. I felt like thousands of butterflies are dancing in my stomach.

The years melted away, and I found myself transported to the very first time our lips had met, the moment our love story had begun. As the kiss deepened, a symphony of sensations engulfed me. The soft nibbling of her lower lip elicited a low moan, a primal response that echoed the intensity of my desire for her. Our breaths mingled, becoming one as we surrendered ourselves to the intoxicating dance of passion and love.

I swallow hard. His grip on my wrist tightens slightly, pulling me a fraction closer. My breath hitches. His gaze dips to my lips for a second, so fast I might’ve imagined it. But then, before I can process what’s happening, his lips are on mine. The kiss is brief, just a few seconds, but it steals the air from my lungs. His lips are warm, firm, pressing against mine with a confidence that makes my stomach flip. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t force it’s just enough to make me forget everything else.

As the sunlight danced across Krystal's face, Adrian leaned in, closing the distance between them, and planted a tender kiss upon her lips. The kiss carried the essence of their love, a delicate blend of affection, passion, and sweet devotion. It started softly, a gentle exploration of each other's lips, the warmth spreading from their mouths to envelop their entire beings. As the intensity grew, their lips moved in perfect sync, a symphony of desire that resonated within their souls.