It Started Out With A Kiss Song 소설 & 이야기

Vincenzo gripped his chin and pulled him towards him, causing Wade to wince. "Vincenzo, you motherfucker-" A hot searing kiss ensued between the two men, with Vincenzo taking the lead, kissing up and swallowing whatever vulgar curse Wade threw at him, their tongues fighting for dominance. Very soon, Wade couldn't resist, his sanity thrown into a trashcan called pleasure as he let Vincenzo pressed him up against the wall, the bulge in his pants swelling more and more. Wade's cock throbbed in the confines of his pants, begging to be released and touched.

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.

It was the most tender kiss they shared. “I love you Maya Asher.”

Ashlyn muttered to herself even though she didn’t want to deal with anything for the moment due to what happened earlier that morning. But from time to time or minutes or maybe even less, Ashlyn found herself staring at the screen of her computer, wall, or to window. When she realized that, she sighed heavily and let her stereo play something for her to her surprise the song that was playing was the song Just A Kiss by Lady Antebellum. “Seriously…” Ashlyn sighed upon hearing the song until it reched the chorus made her blush because it made her recall that kiss again. “Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight

Slowly, their lips met. The kiss started soft, a tentative exploration, a nervous dance of tongues and shy touches. The taste of him—clean and sweet with a hint of cinnamon—was intoxicating. But then, as if a dam had broken, Evan deepened the kiss. His hand found the small of Millie’s back, pulling her closer. Their kiss transformed into a torrent of emotion, the initial shyness melting into a rush of heat. The world around them faded away as their bodies pressed together, seeking warmth and connection.

I ask myself as I melt and melt, and let him do whatever he was doing time. “Every sound you make is a turn on. It so hard to not you everywhere and anywhere but know you're not ready for that.” He says with a groan so sexy that I almost pleaded that I was ready for whatever he was talking about, but before I could say a thing, he kissed me. This kiss was unlike the previous one. It was slow. It started with a peck, and then two pecks, down to a countless peck on my lips before our lips automatically engaged until each other.

Then slowly, his lips pressed unto mine. The kiss was sweet and tender, his lips were initiating a soft dance in a slow rhythm that my lips finally learned to dance within no time. I could also hear the background music playing louder now, but its volume was just enough for our moment. And upon hearing it as we kissed, I figured it was the famous Canon by Pachelbel.

"What?" "You heard me. Kiss me. Right now." My hesitation vanished the moment Isabella tugged me closer. My hand slid along her jaw, thumb brushing her cheek as our lips met. The kiss started slow, tentative, like testing the waters, but then she parted her mouth, and I followed, our tongues brushing, exploring, teasing.

Her breath caught, and she turned her head slightly to meet his lips with her own. The kiss started out tender, slow, almost like they were testing the waters. But then, something shifted. A spark ignited between them, and the kiss deepened. Daniel’s hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Tasha responded eagerly, her hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under her fingertips. The rhythm of their kiss grew more insistent, more urgent.

“You’re still the one I run too, the one that I belong too still the one I want for life still the one that I love the only one I dream of you’re still the one I kiss goodnight “ I hadn't finished my song when he suddenly stood up in his seat and quickly attended to me and gave me a sweet kiss. He pulled the guitar away from me and made me stand up for a better position on kissing, he moves his lips torridly but I can’t still feel his gentleness behind those aggressive movements. I feel his hands started to roam around my waist down to my hips, his grip on my neck harden and his lips trying to ask access on my mouth but I tried to resist it but he bite my lower lips making me gasp and quickl