Kiss Bumps Novels & Stories

Her hand touched my chest, resting there. I deepened the kiss before I could stop myself. She responded in kind, her fingers curling into my shirt. The mug I was holding hit the floor, and I didn’t even hear it land. My hand slid to her waist and I felt her tremble. I pulled her closer. Her body pressed to mine, and for a second, the world narrowed to just that moment. Just the heat of her and the sound of her breath, and the way she kissed me like she’d been holding it back for weeks. Actually, we both had.

She gripped me back. We stayed still for a bit, like savoring our connection. But soon enough we were back to kissing. I don't know how these make out sessions started, honestly. We kind of slipped into them. A furtive glance. A shared look. Then pow, duo- directional lipus-lockus. Again, I stroked my step sister's back. She ran her hand up and down my bare torso. Abruptly, I felt something bump against my dick.

CHAPTER 30: The Snake Inside Vincenzo’s Pov I just stood there after the kiss. It was so stupid. I kissed her in that dark hallway. I shouldn't have done that. I'm the Don, i don’t just kiss people whenever I feel like it. I’m the boss of everything but she was right there, and she looked so mad at me for showing her off at the party. I liked that she was mad. She didn’t look scared at all. She just looked angry. I pulled away and left fast before I did anything else totally dumb.

My heart pounding in my chest and pulse racing; I waited for the moment when our lips would finally kiss. Then, for that moment when even time seemed to stand still, Visha pressed her lips against mine. The sensation was a small spark of electricity and a pulse of pleasure coursed through my body. The rhythm of our lips locked into perfect synchronicity, with the gentle pressure building in intensity as our kiss deepened. I felt myself melting into her, bodies combining into one as lips danced together.

Her incandescent gaze locked into mine. Her lips against my throat. I close my eyes. I am lost. — You lie so well to others… but not to me. Her mouth travels up to mine. She brushes my lips. Not a kiss. Just a threat. A promise. — Do you want me to kiss you, Éric? I nod. — Say it, she commands. — Kiss me, Jade. Please… She smiles. And she kisses me. Not a kiss. An inferno. She devours me. She crushes me. She tears me away from myself. And I let her.

When it was my turn, I admitted something embarrassing. “Never have I ever kissed more than one person in the same night,” I said quietly. The bus erupted. Sienna didn’t even hesitate. She cupped my face gently and kissed me right there. Her lips were soft and warm, tasting like cherry vodka. The kiss was slow and sweet, but it still left me breathless when she pulled back, smiling. “My turn,” Knox said, voice low and rough. He leaned over the seat, slid a big hand to the back of my neck, and kissed me deeper.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

She cupped my face and kissed me hard. The kiss was filthy from the start. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, tasting like Marcus and her own arousal. I moaned into her, hands sliding down her back to grip her ass, pulling her closer. We ground against each other desperately, our slick pussies rubbing together in messy, wet slides. The friction on my clit was maddening. Even though it was uncomfortable, neither of us stopped. We kept kissing like animals, tongues battling, lips sucking, moaning into each other’s mouths while our hips rolled faster.

“What's so special about placing your lips into another person's mouth?” She laughed again, and I felt strange, did I just say something funny? “You must have had it with one of those African girls too, it's a shame you can't remember.” “Ok then, how does it feel?” I ask. She pauses and look straight at me. “There's this sensation you have when you kiss. Goosebumps, hormonal drive, relaxation of your muscles and the more you engage in it, the more your love bond strengthen” I tried to look away from her exciting face. I wondered if there's someone out there missing me also.

It was like he knew every corner. My first kiss had been at a house party in middle school, where we played spin the bottle and I had to kiss my classmate Tucker who I liked, but every girl in our grade also liked. Let’s just say I went home with my face scratched by our grade’s mean girls. Hunter wasn’t my first kiss but It felt far more electrifying and placed Tucker’s kiss to shame. Despite my hatred for him, something pooled in my lower body.