Hermione Kissing Novels & Stories

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

she responded. "What? So it's true? So she's your first kiss? Gosh, we can not believe Zoren will going yo to get a girl, you've been busy with work and with us only!" Peter teased and Zoren rolled his eyes. "Come on! Don't embarrass me with this beautiful lady," he said and all of us had a good time laughing about how these two ended up kissing. But honestly, Zoren really never gets interested in girls since the days he caught Loreign sleeping with that guy many times, and he even caught them in their intimate and hot moment, the two were naked and having sex in the kitchen, worst they making out in his house and Zoren didn't want to date girls cause that scenes always popping in his head a

God, why does he have to be such a good kisser? ​Due to the lack of oxygen, I was forced to pull away, but Draven didn’t stop there. Instead, he started leaving a trail of hot kisses along my jawline and down to my neck, nibbling and sucking on my soft spot before moving up and kissing the corner of my lips, then back to my neck again, making my whole body quiver in pleasure. I gasped when he squeezed my thighs and tugged on the skin of my neck, causing me to moan again. No, this was getting too intense and I have to control myself...but I can’t, and I don’t want to.

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

“In my head. In the woods. Even when I sleep.” She walked toward me, two mugs in hand and passed one to me like she hadn’t heard a word. I took it. Our fingers touched but she didn’t pull away. Neither did I. “I could say the same,” she said. And just like that, I found myself getting up and moving closer to her, closer than I had any right to be. “You shouldn’t,” I said quietly. She couldn’t understand what the danger was. “Too late,” she whispered. I took a step closer, much more than I should have, really, and kissed her. Her lips were soft and warmer than I expected. She tasted like honey and chamomile. Her hand touched my chest, resting there.

I locked eyes with him and I didn't know when we started kissing and dragged ourselves back into the hut. It got so intense and I started pulling off his shirt while he kept resisting. "We can not do this, my Lady!" Sturbridge complained, holding my wrists to keep my hands away from his body. "It's not proper, you have your husband!" he insisted. "But you love me, you are always there for me. You are the only one who has never given me a reason to be sad." I took my hands from him and held his head while forcing a kiss on his lips.

She replied breaking into more tears "Oh my, thank you," I said and hugged her tightly I fell so happy within me After some minutes, we unlocked from the hug and stared into each others eyes Gradually, we moved our lips closer to each other and in tears, we kissed I bit her lips softly as we kissed Suddenly, the driver entered We quickly unlocked from the kiss and stared away You ar.re back? I asked stammering Yes sir, the driver said starting the engine Alright; I replied The journey continued silently After some minutes, the driver stopped at Lilys bus-stop