Gentle Kiss 소설 & 이야기

It made me a little nervous yet also aroused me more. "Be gentle." I mumbled breathlessly, staring in his eyes. "I will." He whispered like a promise before crashing his lips on mine for a hot gentle kiss. My breathing shortened at the sight of him jerking on top of me. Gush of wetness came out of me. His eyes looking intently into mine, like how they looked at me when he asked for consent. Tugging the hair on his nape, I pulled his face down to claim those delicious lips of his again.

His face became soft as he gave me the kind of look that is so hypnotizing. Dahan-dahang lumalapit ang mukha niya sa'kin. Pareho kaming titig na titig sa isa't-isa hanggang sa napapikit na lamang ako nang maramdaman ang malambot niyang labi. Ilang segundo ang lumipas ay nanatiling magka-dampi ang mga labi namin hanggang sa hindi niya na mapigilan at tuluyan nang gumalaw ang kanyang labi na kaagad 'ko din naman tinugunan. We shared a gentle kissed. It was romantic and magical especially that we kissed under the beautiful night sky. The shimmering stars are the witnessed of how we kissed passionately.

Isang mumunting kuryente ang gumapang sa batok niya pababa sa kanyang gulugod. She looked up—and in that misjudged inch of space, their lips brushed. Blane didn’t waste a second; he claimed the kiss, gentle at first, then urgent, as if chasing the clock. Melissa didn’t pull away either. She answered—slowly at the start, then gave in, letting her own hunger show.

"Oh, come on Love, don't look at me like that, you turn me on so hard." I groaned at mahinang hinampas ang likod nito. At marahan niyang hinaplos ang pisngi ko at binigyan ako ng mapang-akit na ngiti. At pumagitna na ito sa akin kaya inayos ko ang sarili ko nang maramdaman ko ang dulo ng ari niya na sumundot sa pagkababae ko. “ This might hurt but I promise I’ll be gentle” then he kissed my forehead.

Jesus, I have the urge to bite it, to kiss it, to wrap us up in a quilt and listen to our gentle breathing, watching the cotton ripple like skipping stones and sharing crooked smiles. “Ssh...” he hushed me. “I should put you to bed, you seemed tired. Kakalabas mo palang ba ng ospital—” I pressed my hand against his cheek, giving more support to push myself towards him, and connect our lips. “Aviona...” he called my name quite panting his breath. Naguguluhan ang kanyang tingin. Meanwhile, my lips were firm against his, but the kiss remained soft, gentle, and slow. We held it for a few seconds before his lips began to move in perfect sync, slowly, cautiously.

As he leaned in, his lips brushed against her skin in a featherlight touch, leaving a trail of soft kisses in their wake. With a tender smile, he pressed his lips to her skin, his kisses as sweet and light as the dessert they were sharing. The cream created a cool contrast against the warmth of her body, creating a sensation that sent a shiver down her spine. Summer's breath caught, a soft gasp escaping her lips as his mouth moved across her skin.

His lips found hers in the gentle light, a kiss that was a promise, a confession, and a quiet, desperate plea for a future that was far from certain. It was not a hurried kiss, but a slow, tender exploration. It was the coming together of two worlds, two souls that had been lost and had finally found their way home. His hands moved from her face to the small of her back, pulling her closer, their bodies a perfect, effortless fit. She responded with an equal desperation, her hands finding his, their fingers interlacing. The physical act was a culmination of their emotional journey. It was a language of pure adoration, spoken in a silent symphony of touch and feeling.

Humiga siya sa kanya, naramdaman ang lambot nito sa kanyang bibig at ang kanilang katas sa pagitan ng kanyang mga binti habang ginising siya. Lumingon siya at umupo sa kanya, at sinimulan ang mabagal na French kiss habang ang kanyang mga kamay ay gumagalaw sa kanyang likod at dahan-dahan niyang isinubo siya sa pagitan ng kanyang mga binti, gamit ang kanilang mga likido bilang pampadulas. Pina-play niya ang kanyang mga suso habang dumudulas siya sa kanya habang naghalikan sila na nagpatindi muli ng kanyang libog, at nagsimula siyang umungol. Humiga siya pabalik, itinulak siya papasok habang naghalikan sila, at nilamas niya ulit ang kanyang mga suso. Dahan-dahan siyang umibabaw sa kanya sa dil

Sapat na iyon upang maintindihan niya ang aking sagot. Slowly, he leaned down. With every passing second, he closed the distance between us. Until, at last, our lips met. Softly. Tenderly. Filled with nothing but love. It wasn't a desperate kiss. Nor was it driven by longing. It was a kiss that spoke every word we had never found the courage to say. I could feel how careful he was. The respect in the way he held me. And the silent promise that he would never hurt me again.

He is slowly leaning towards me hanggang sa naramdaman ko ang paglapat ng mga labi niya sa mga labi ko. Hindi ako nakagalaw saglit hanggang sa maramdaman ko ang marahang paggalaw ng mga labi niya. Para siyang may sinasabayang malambing na musika, the kiss was gentle, as if hinihintay niyang kusa ko iyong tugunin.