How To Go.in For A Kiss 소설 & 이야기

Our gazes locked, holding us in a breathless suspension. Slowly, I closed my eyes and leaned in, tilting my head to close the final inch between us. My aim was slightly off to the left, and the tip of my nose lightly brushed against his, a quiet chuckle escaping my lips at the clumsy angle. Even with his eyes closed, he must have felt the vibration of my smile against his skin. I adjusted my weight, tilting my head a bit more until our lips finally met in a soft, sweet, and lingering kiss.

His breath hitched at my touch, a low groan escaping his lips as I leaned in closer, my lips hovering just inches from his own. In that moment, the world fell away, consumed by the intensity of our shared desire. Our lips met in a searing kiss, a passionate collision of lips and tongues that left us both breathless and wanting more. It was a dance as old as time itself, a primal instinct that transcended rational thought and reason.

I softly requested, causing him to furrowed his brow and glance around to ensure he heard correctly. "What?" he frowned. "Hunch over," I pointed at his body, gesturing for him to lower his face to my level. He awkwardly glanced around once more before gradually hunching over. Once his face was at my level, I rose onto my tiptoes and tilted my head, gently planting a kiss on his cheek. His skin felt warm beneath my lips, and it felt as if I were melting as I touched him. He even momentarily froze, only straightening his back when I pulled away.

Looking into his eyes too, I . He gently moved closer to me and planted his lips on my cheek, giving me a sweet peck again. "If you're nervous, deep breaths would help. Breathe in through the nose and gently breath out through the mouth." He instructed. I let out a small laugh at his attitude and followed his instructions. I smiled softly and blushed. He moved closer and kissed me passionately... Just for some seconds. "Ok, I can do this." I finally assured him as he intertwined our hands together.

“Kiss me.” I leaned in, kissing her deeply, as I positioned myself between her legs. With one smooth thrust, I entered her, filling her completely.

“I think that’s a lovely idea.” “Splendid. Now, first things first.” He pulled her body closer to his again. “I want to teach you how to kiss me.” She gasped, and widened her eyes. “You want to teach me?” He chuckled. “Yes. First thing you need to do is relax your mouth.” He swept his fingers across her lips. “Come now, follow my instructions.” The teasing tone of his voice made her smile. And yes, she even relaxed. Finally. “Good. Now, I want you pretend you’re plucking a grape off the vine with just your lips.” He demonstrated with his own mouth. “Can you do that?”

The voice of my fantasy came knocking, "Always start slowly. Lean in closely. The hottest part of a kiss is that moment just before it happens when you know you are about to start kissing. Enjoy that moment by leaning in until your faces are almost touching. Stay there. Let the tension build. Make her come to you. When you are ready to kiss her, keep your lips soft and limit the tongue action at first. Let the excitement build. Close your eyes and think about the feeling of her mouth on yours. Think about the sensation of her lips and tongue. Pay very close attention to her movements. Mimic her moves. Does it feel like she wants more? Is she leaning in closer and kissing you more aggressivel

There are two sides to every story, but everyone only listens to the heroines. Maybe that’s why I hated fairy tales growing up. My name is Ava Prescott. I’m the girl everyone loves to hate but secretly wants to be. I was from one of the richest families in Rivers City, captain of the cheer team, spoiled, popular, influential, worshipped, and dating the captain of our school hockey team, well, until the so-called heroine snatched my man and made me the butt of everyone’s joke. Well, it's not too late for me. I am Ava Prescott. I never lose. Maybe that’s why when Zane, captain of our sworn rival hockey team, dangled a juicy bait in front of me, I was quick to bite. How better to get back at my

I gasped. He didn't hesitate. He lunged forward, capturing my lips in a kiss that tasted of desperation and long-suppressed hunger. It started as a tentative probe, checking for my consent, but when I groaned into his mouth and pulled him closer, the floodgates opened. The kiss deepened, becoming fierce and demanding. His hand slid from my face to the nape of my neck, tilting my head back to gain better access, while his other hand found my waist, hauling me flush against his chest.

His powerful grip propelled my body forward, pressing it against his broad chest. At the same moment, someone from the dancing crowd bumped into my back quite hard from behind. The push sent my head lurching forward. Smack. Time seemed to stop. In that tumultuous instant, my lips made contact with his. It was just a brief touch, an accident caused by a stranger's push, yet it felt like a jolt of static electricity shooting through every nerve in my body. ***