I Kiss You Novels & Stories

Her uncle point at the tv screen and she muttered an ‘ooh’ “So let try it,” He said again. “No...no...what!”Her eyes widened. Though she was naive at the time, but she was smart to know kissing is only between couples. “Common it is fun,” He said and without waiting for her to talk, he slammed his lips on hers. The kiss was slow and passionate and surprisedly, Nana liked it. She reciprocated enjoying what was going on between her and her uncle. He stopped the kiss and stared at her.”Do you like it?”

Then, before she could move, Kenny leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. It happened so fast. Her eyes opened wide in shock. For a second, she couldn’t move. The kiss was soft, warm, and full of something she couldn’t explain. But the moment her mind caught up with her body, she pushed him away quickly. Her hand flew to the door handle, and this time she opened it fast, got out, and walked quickly into the hotel without saying a word or even looking back. Her heart was pounding hard, and her lips were tingling from the kiss. She just wanted to get away before her feelings could betray her.

He said. The world suddenly seemed more beautiful. I was speechless. "It's ok if you don't love me.....I know you are not into......" "Shut up Ishaan," I said. He became quiet. "Kiss me," I said. "What?" "Just kiss me Ishaan Shekhawat" I insisted. He cupped my face. Tilted his head and our lips met into a tender kiss. I opened my eyes when I felt a cold gush of air my lips. He had released my lips.

I whisper fiercely, my voice trembling with unspoken emotion. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls me in. His lips meet mine in a kiss that starts slow, hesitant, but soon becomes something more. It’s not just a kiss of lust, but one of promises—unspoken, but understood. It’s raw and full of something deeper. Something more intense. More dangerous. It's a kiss that makes my heart beat faster.

Terrified. “I can’t stop looking at you,” he said. “Even when you hate me.” “I don’t hate you,” she said. Her voice broke. “I hate that I ever loved you.” And then it happened. He kissed her. Not soft. Not tender. But like drowning. Desperate. Raw. She let him. For a second. Then she pulled away. Breathless. Trembling. “This kiss,” she whispered, “isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.”

Tonight was no different. After his speech came the kisses. He kissed every bruise, looking utterly miserable. “A kiss for every bruise,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “Baby, I want you. You know I’ve got the hots for you, and I can never get it up for anyone else.” What did I do? I went through the motions, groaning in pain while he mistook it for pleasure.

She whispers, “Kiss me.” The request punches the air out of my lungs. “Mimi ” “No jokes,” she says quietly. “Just… kiss me.” So I do. Slow at first. Testing. Her lips warm, trembling against mine. Then deeper. Her fingers gripped my shirt tighter. Her breath mixed with mine. This kiss doesn’t feel like our usual “act.” It feels like a beginning. Like something we’ve both been denying for way too long. When we finally break apart, her forehead rests against mine.

He slowly leans in and places his lips on mine moving it quickly, his hand on my cheek. This kiss is so gross, but I'm tipsy as fuck so I don't care at this point. The kiss lasted for about 10 seconds then I pulled away. I open my eyes to look at him and his cheeks are red. Aw he has a little crush, well he's going to get over it soon because I don't feel the same way. I look over to see Gina smirking, then to see Heaven... mad? Her face looks disgusted and I don't blame her, the kiss was gross.

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

I can't help but smile as I gaze at her, caught up at the moment. She notices my admiration and playfully asks, “See something you like?” I gently brush a strand of hair away from her face, meeting her gaze with affection. “No, I see someone I love.” In response, I lean in for a slow, sensual kiss, attempting to convey the depth of my emotions through the tender connection of our lips. The world fades away, and it's just Kylie and me, lost in the enchantment of the moonlit garden. The warmth of the kiss reflects the love and longing that have been building between us.