He Kisses My Forehead Novels & Stories

We pulled back, both of us breathless. "But I ca-" Lena started, but I stopped her again. "No buts," I said, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. I turned towards the door, already halfway out. Suddenly, she was beside me, a determined look in her eyes. "Can I kiss your forehead?" she asked, her voice soft. I was taken aback for a moment, but I bent down, allowing her to reach my forehead. Her lips brushed against my skin, a delicate touch that sent shivers down my spine.

she breathed against his lips, the words slipping out before she could stop them. Ray froze for a moment, his eyes locking with hers. Then, with a tenderness that made her heart ache, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, her cheek, her lips. "I love you too," he whispered back. The rest of the world faded away as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. Every kiss, every touch, was filled with a sense of urgency, as if they were trying to make up for all the time they’d lost.

He laughed when I gently pinched his cheek, and Gabriel rewarded me with a kiss on my forehead. “You fucking pervert!” I yelled in annoyance as I lightly punched his shoulder. My cheeks felt hot because the kiss he had landed on my forehead made my heart beat faster. “I love you too.” Gabriel laughed with a crisp sounding voice. His rows of neat teeth were visible as he smiled broadly at me. I didn't get carried away when he swore back at me in love. But my heart skipped a beat because of his gentle gesture and the kiss he planted on my forehead. They say a kiss on the forehead is a sign of sincere affection, with no lust in it.

I confessed sincerely, coaxing him a little, stroking his face with the pad of my thumb. He grinned and slowly leaned towards me. “Will you let me kiss your forehead before Gabriel comes out?” He requested in a very low voice. He had no strength left in his body. I am sure that he would faint before they switch control. I leaned towards him and stopped my forehead in front of his lips. He pressed his lips on my forehead and sighed in content. The warmth of his kiss spread all over my face, and I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation. Everything will be back to how things were an hour ago after I exit this place.

I exhaled, there was no point to stress things any further because we might end up saying what we never intended. "I get it. I'm not mad, at least not anymore." He pulled me closer to him and I kissed his forehead. He bent down for a proper kiss and used his thumb to smoothen my cheek. "You are not allowed to give me a forehead kiss, I am the only one permitted to do that." he smiled at me. I laughed holding his hands in mine for the longest time before he took his leave. ***

I heard him breathing deeply as he pulled his penis out of my asshole and slumped into the bed next to me. Zie smiled at me as we looked at each other, he slowly approached me and kissed me on the forehead which caused me to smile, I do not remember if he had kissed me on the forehead before or when was the last time he kissed me on the forehead but I was happy every time he did this to me, as if I felt a different thrill every time he kissed me on the forehead. It was as if his kisses on my lips meant that he wanted to taste me while his kisses on my forehead seemed to let me know that I was important to him.

He whispered huskily to her ear. He then pulled back his head a bit and stared at her intensely. Haylee blushed instantly as she felt uncomfortable getting him looking at her like that. He slowly stroked her cheek and another kiss landed on her forehead this time. Haylee used to read some article on the internet saying that a forehead kiss was a sign of care and sincerity from your partner. It was a kiss that was supposed to tell you that he was into you and not just into your physical appearance. Niel had kissed her on the forehead countless times already. Yet, the kiss he gave her just now felt different. It was comforting and she suddenly realized the change in his expression. His eyes we

We hadn’t gone for testing the gender yet, and we were just enjoying the mystery with open hearts, loving every minute of it. He got up and stood in front of me, then smoothed my hair out of my face. “How’s the little one treating you?” He pulled me as close as my bump allowed, then massaged my temple with his hand. “Your little one is sitting right on my bladder. I nearly peed on myself while I was in a meeting.” I informed causing him to chuckle, then leaned in and kissed my forehead. There was just something about forehead kisses that just hit me differently. They were so… full of deep emotions, and genuine passion and they made me melt in a puddle every dang time.

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.

We are identical to a fault. “I’ll leave it here in case you change your mind,” she says. A colony of ants swarm my stomach when her lips meet my forehead. It has been so long since I got a forehead kiss from her. It makes everything better for a minute and I smile at her. “I love you.” I love you too.