Jax X Pomni Kiss Novels & Stories

This is for repaying you for missing the concert "I whispered as I pulled him close to me and placed my lips on his Can't believe I am the one now kissing a gay I closed my eyes and CJ took over by forcing his tongue on mine as we both kissed

Corrian growls. “Sorry, Daddy.” Jax mutters, not even remotely sorry, mouth full of sugar and mischief. He grins, wide and wicked, then turns back to me. I’m still frozen, mouth slightly open. Jax’s smile goes nuclear. He drops to one knee, takes my hand with mock ceremony, kisses it with a flourish, and says, completely deadpan. “And who, pray tell, is the walking sex cloud who summoned me from my sacred nap?” No way I am getting out of here without trauma or orgasms, probably both.

There was no joy left, only the irony of it all. Josie sent me another video of the group of friends having a party. They were playing 'Never Have I Ever.' They were all childhood friends, their life paths too similar. After several rounds, no one could gain the upper hand. Josie suddenly grabbed Xander by the collar and pulled him in. She kissed him on the lips for five whole minutes before letting him go. "Never have I ever kissed Xander! I bet none of you have, right?" She happily hugged Xander's arm, thrilled.

I choked out as tears streamed down my cheeks. “ I'm all yours.” The corner of his lips curved into a wicked smile. Without having a second thought, I crossed the distance between us and smashed my lips on his, kissing him passionately. His phone vibrated, distracting the kiss and for some unknown reason, I felt a little bit disappointed because I wanted us to kiss a little bit more. I have to admit that Xavier is one of the best kissers that I have ever come across. Perhaps years of experience made him an expert.

I felt him twitch as he rode out our high. He finally broke the kiss for some air. "I thought our first time after so long would be in bed and romantic." He said with a smile. "I loved it this way much better." I gave him a quick kiss as he pulled out of me. "Our food should be cold." I giggled as I pulled my clothes on. "I will heat you a plate. And you better have enough energy because this woman wants her pony ride till she is sore." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ We were like teenagers who had just fallen in love. We would be caught kissing when I was saying bye to him in the morning. Poor Maria found us so many times about to rip each other's clothes off, I swear we might give her a heart attack.

he whispered, his eyes gleaming, “just look at me. I’m clearly the most helpful here. And the prettiest.” I snorted softly, a laugh bubbling up from my chest, and playfully shoved him away. He feigned being gravely offended, clutching his chest dramatically. Only for Jaxon, who had clearly been listening despite his focus on the eggs, to turn from the stove and catch my chin in his hand, tilting my face to his for a brief but firm, possessive kiss that stole my breath. “You’re ours, Amara,” he murmured simply against my lips before letting me go, his eyes dark with an unwavering claim. It was a silent reassertion, a powerful reminder of who truly held my attention.

In a husky whisper, Xavier confesses, "I couldn't resist any longer, Athena." His words hang in the air, and before I can comprehend, he closes the gap between us, initiating a passionate, heated kiss. The world around us dissolves into the background as the unexpected moment takes hold. The taste of spontaneity leaves me breathless, my initial surprise giving way to the magnetic pull between us. As the kiss deepened, Xavier's hands cradled my face gently. I find myself surrendering to the allure of the stolen moment, where time seems to stand still, and the intensity of our embrace becomes the only reality in this hidden haven.

It didn’t take me long to figure out what was going on—Jaxon was going viral. “This is going to be fun,” Kade chuckled and then kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you later.” I watched him disappear and then kept walking. I stopped in front of a locker to peel off one of the stickers. It was a cartoonish meme of Jaxon, complete with exaggerated wide eyes and a speech bubble that read: "Bidding $5000 on an ex? Obsessed much?" I scoffed, shaking my head. The next one was even worse—"Jaxon’s Punch: Weakest Move of the Year."

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.