First Kiss True Love Novels & Stories

‘Tell him the truth’ Helena chimed in and I agreed “The truth is that I wasn’t used to this treatment back in the days, but I now find myself loving every bit of this,” I confessed, twitching my fingers like a child. “I know it’s not your type of thing…Hey if you don’t like it I could stop and we’ll live our normal lives” He conceded holding my left hand that he placed on his lap. My head sprang up and I bent over my head and we kissed, love first kiss. The kiss felt so new and genuine, like I never knew Jaden. I guess it’s because this is our first kiss staying on the same page and actually acting as one and not two.

His eyes searched mine for permission, and despite my racing heart, I nodded. His kiss was soft, tender, and it sent a thrill through me that I had never felt before. It was nothing like what I had imagined a first kiss would be in the books I had read or the movies I had watched in secret. This was real, and it was happening with a man I had grown to trust despite the dangerous world he inhabited. His lips moved against mine, gentle yet firm, and I felt a response in me that was both surprising and terrifying.

The world around her disappeared, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the fluttering in her chest. Clarissa closed her eyes, letting the moment envelop her. She had witnessed gestures of love like this many times between her parents—a quiet kiss, a tender embrace, a shared look—but she had never been on the receiving end of such an intimate act. Now, with Lucas’s lips lingering just a breath away from hers, the realization struck her: this was her first kiss. The weight of it settled in her heart, filling her with both exhilaration and a sense of something profound awakening within her.

he inquired, his voice laced with gentle curiosity. Drawing closer, Camila's voice softened to a whisper. "I love you," she confessed, her words enveloped in a delicate vulnerability. With a tender touch, she cupped Ethan's face, her fingertips caressing his skin. And then, with a surge of affection, she pressed her lips against his, initiating a passionate kiss.

I could still remember about what he did. "I kissed your lips because it's normal for every couple to do that. You're my girlfriend and I'm your boyfriend. I kissed you to make it real that we are true lovers because you said we're not really lovers. Am I right?" He explained to me. I didn't accept his explanations for me, instead I started to open my mouth and speak, "We are not true lovers! And that's the truth. How can you say we're true lovers, huh?! I don't love you and you don't love me, right? So, how can we be true lovers?! We don't love each other. I don't know what we're doing," I explained to him so he could understand the truth because he seems to not understand what he told me.

Estefan’s heart raced as he closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss. It was slow, sweet, and filled with emotions neither of them could quite put into words. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate as they both surrendered to the unspoken feelings that had been building up between them. In that moment, the world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in the magic of their first kiss. Kaitlyn’s heart soared, and for a moment, she forgot about the lies, the contract, the guilt. All that mattered was the way Estefan’s lips moved against hers, tender yet intense, as if they were trying to memorize the feel of each other.

Warm pressure on my lips, air filling my lungs, life returning to my body, a voice in my head, begging me to come back. Wondering for the first time if maybe she was telling the truth, I whispered, “Who kissed me?” “Him,” she sputtered, waving her hand frantically around me. “Your one true love. Who else could give you true love’s kiss and bring you back to life after you died?” “True love’s kiss?” I repeated, shaking my head. “You don’t mean Soren, do you?” Eww. The very idea that Soren was my one true love made me wrinkle my nose in distaste.

He doesn’t like me anymore and I was completely honest with him. “First kiss?” he suddenly asked as I didn’t move at all but my hand is still on his cheek. “Yeah! Stupid of me to not have a first kiss till this age, right?” I asked feeling embarrassed. “No! I feel honored to get first love’s first kiss.” Saying that he leaned closer and this time I moved my hand to the back of his head before pressing my lips to his but I couldn’t close my eyes. I want to make sure he doesn’t show any discomfort and if he does I can stop any second. When he just closed his eyes even after our lips are pressed, I finally closed my eyes and moved my lips to kiss him properly.

"I admire your looks so much if not for your character you would be a perfect husband. Good looks, great body, a great taste of fashion. So l have decided that before l die l should at least die a happy girl. Can l kiss you." I expected him to get surprised or flustered but no he stared at me through it all. Maybe in his mind he was mocking he or he was getting impatient so that he got rid of me faster. He paced to where l was standing ad looked me in the eyes as he looked down on my lips. I could not help as l gulp down anticipating the feeling of his pink lips on mine. Imagining how soft could they be. For he is truly so handsome. I have travelled so much but l never saw any man like this.

I coat his dick with my juices as I feel his seed shoot through my body. He slowly lowers himself to me with his dick twitching in my core "I love you, Katrina Garza." I look up at him letting my legs fall "I love you, Tristan Livingston." He kisses me gently and rolls off lying next to me. "Best fucking night next to our first time." I smile up at him "yes it was. I am glad you were the first and only one I gave myself to." "Same here Trin same here."