Forehead Touching Novels & Stories

He kissed my forehead rubbing his fingers on my back. He heard me!

He pulled my head closer and he positioned his lips just in front of my forehead, gently caressing it with his nose. . Then I could feel a drop of tear fell to my forehead. Wait... Was he crying too? Harrison? Crying? . Harrison caressed my hair gently with both his palms. His lips touched my forehead more times than I could counted. A man's touch has never comforted me this much before. All my life I had always addressed a man's touch to lust, and I had always connected it to sexual desire. When I was still working as a call girl, men's touches used to be alarming and uncomfortable.

he said quietly, hesitantly. I didn’t answer, I reached my hand out to touch his face. I ran my fingers over his eyes and he closed them. I ran them under his eyes, over the bags that were there showing his lack of sleep. I ran them over his forehead and the creases that seemed to live there from his stress. He groaned at the sensation of my touch and the sparks dancing everywhere I touched. I moved them slowly, over his cheeks and mouth and nose all the way down until both my hands rested on the sides of his face.

I said, seeing his brow furrow. He drew me closer to him. His hands are wrapped around my waist. He leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. I was stunned by what he did, but I let him. That was strange of him to do. Kissing someone on the forehead is the purest thing a human being can do. And it's extremely unusual for a rough man like him to do it. Since then, I've known he wasn't the type of person who could show this side of himself. But here he is, doing something I never imagined he would do. I swallowed as he felt me, and he continued to kiss my brow. I tried to get his attention by clearing my throat. But it had no effect because he ignored me.

He said and caressed my forehead using his thumb. "Does it really hurt?" He asked me and looked down. I can't speak, he is so close to me and it's like he's breathing on my forehead. Fuck. What is this, why am I nervous? "Y-yeah..kinda," I said briefly. "I know something that can take the pain away." I immediately raised an eyebrow at him. "What?" "A kiss." I didn't have any chance to speak when I felt his soft lips plant a small kiss on my forehead.

Foreheads touching. Breathing aligned. No further. No retreat. Physical closeness without surrender. The bedroom wall behind them stood unchanged. But something within it had shifted. And neither of them could pretend not to feel it anymore.

My hands slide up to his shoulders, and suddenly, he releases a loud growl, echoing through the quiet night. Cupping his cheek, I gently raise his head so he can look into my eyes. Pain is evident in his gaze and the crease of his brow. As I caress his cheek, I feel a subtle relaxation in him. It dawns on me that my touch seems to calm him down. Instinctively, I pull him into a hug, and without hesitation, he wraps his arms tightly around me, burying his face in my hair. There's a moment of tension, followed by a heavy sigh from him.

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I hate being vulnerable and weak and looking this terrible up close and personal. “Then talk to me, tell me what’s going on in here.” He lets go with one hand and gently taps my forehead, moving a stray hair away from my face and tucks its highlighted blondness behind my ear softly, close enough to me that I can breathe his air. His proximity is soothing, even if it makes it impossible to dodge that intense look.

Brushing his hair back from his forehead gently, I placed my hands on either side of his head, and closed my eyes. And met the same block as before.