How To Go.in For A Kiss Novels & Stories

The girl's feelings of fear have been relieved, because of the insistent kiss the man gave her. The girl sighed softly. "Shh ... Ahhh ..." The sound of the girl's sigh, already made the man's junior standing behind his trousers. The man kissed her lips again, harshly. The man's hand stroked the girl's cheek, slowly. The girl returned the hot kiss from this man, her hands moved around his neck. Passion can take away common sense !! "Shh ... Ahh faster .... Oh faster ..." A sigh escaped the two of them. He pumped his body over the girl's body. The man kissed her lips with great passion, his hand squeezed her breasts, thus making her climax. ~Next Chapter~ _________________ __________________

He knows me all too well. “I would never do that…” “Sure, little Miss Innocent,” Langston says. “So, back to the PDA stuff. What will it be? Holding hands? Kissing?” “Fine. If the situation arises that we need to kiss, then we can. But it has to be something simple, like a kiss on the cheek.” “On the cheek? They’re not going to buy that.” “Fine,” I relent. “A quick peck on the lips.” Langston grins at me. “And holding hands too?”

His hot breath fanned my face, and my stomach flipped as his eyes lowered to my mouth. The sudden urge to kiss him overwhelmed me. His lashes fluttered down, and he leaned in, our lips almost touching. I surrendered to the moment, closing my eyes and tilting my mouth up to his. As our lips met, a low, husky growl rumbled through him, sending shivers down my spine. I melted into our first kiss, savoring the gentle pressure and the sweet sensation of his lips on mine.

"Come on, Tyler. Quit playing around." He tapped his hand on his cheek. "A kiss on the cheek. That's all I ask." I looked at him for a long while, weighing my options. It was just a kiss on the cheek right? I think I could do that. Finally, releasing a heavy breath, I said. "Fine." I leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek. Just then, Tyler move my phone in front of us, while I kissed his cheek. By the time I looked at the phone to see what he did, he moved the phone from my reach again and began to type something on my phone.

I felt both confusion and anger from her. “Do you want me to kiss you? Show you just how you make me feel?” In three steps, I was in front of her face. Purposely placing my knee as close to her core as I could, I hovered above her. My thumb rubbed on her lips as my hand tightly gripped the back of her neck. My body was screaming to plant a kiss on her. To feel her body against mine. “Is that what you want?”

The young girl was so naive that he could trick her into kissing him so easily. Therefore, he raised his hand to his mouth and coughed lightly to cover up his laughter. He then shared his knowledge of kissing with her. “Nora, what you’re doing isn’t called kissing at all. Kissing is one of human beings’ most instinctive needs, and it’s the most natural form of intimacy between couples. Kissing uses not only the lips; sometimes, it requires the use of the teeth and tongue as well.” Julian walked toward her as he spoke. “As for the reactions you mentioned, those are not signs of you finding it unbearable. It’s your instinctive reaction to my kisses.”

Gina's heart raced as Henry leaned in closer. His lips were so close to hers that she could feel his warm breath on her face. She closed her eyes and parted her lips, ready to feel his kiss. Henry reached out and gently touched Gina's face, caressing her cheek with his thumb. She closed her eyes, her heart racing as his hand moved down her neck and around her shoulders. She leaned in, her lips quivering as she waited for his kiss.

Slowly, he begins to pull my fingers away, guiding my head down until our lips meet in a spine tingling kiss. Micah's hand finds the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair, holding me in place. The kiss starts softly, tenderly, as if he's savoring the taste of me. His lips move against mine with a sweet, unhurried rhythm, each press making heat build within me.

I asked, noticing the flicker of anticipation in her eyes as she nibbled on her lower lip. Raising my index finger, I delicately pulled her lip from between her teeth. "Allow me," I murmured, my voice filled with desire. Leaning in, I pressed my lips against hers, initiating a passionate kiss. With a gentle bite, I grazed her soft lower lip, savoring its tenderness. My tongue danced and caressed, exploring the contours of her mouth, infusing our connection with an intoxicating fervor.

“Is that a yes? Would you go on this journey with me?” I opened my mouth to answer, but the words refused to come. Then he spoke again, softly, his thumb brushing my cheek. “Okay. You don’t have to say anything.” He smiled. “If your answer is yes, then you have to kiss me within ten seconds. If it’s no... then you don’t kiss me.” My eyes widened. What? Ten seconds… “Nine…” “Eight…” I stared at him. “Seven…” My heart squeezed. “Six…”