Kiss&cry Novels & Stories

Their conversation flowed like a symphony, their souls intertwining in a harmonious dance. Lost in the throes of passion in his embrace, she whispered, "Kiss me, Sonu, and let's make this moment last forever." Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss, sealing their commitment and igniting a fire that would burn brightly throughout their journey. "Kiss me here, Sonu." Maria gestured at her cleavage; her voice filled with desire. Sonu's eyes widened as he leaned in, bringing his face into the valley between her breasts and kissing her flesh with a passionate touch. As they pressed closer together, Maria gasped, whispering, "Oh, Sonu, make me yours completely."

As the sunlight danced across Krystal's face, Adrian leaned in, closing the distance between them, and planted a tender kiss upon her lips. The kiss carried the essence of their love, a delicate blend of affection, passion, and sweet devotion. It started softly, a gentle exploration of each other's lips, the warmth spreading from their mouths to envelop their entire beings. As the intensity grew, their lips moved in perfect sync, a symphony of desire that resonated within their souls.

The Lizzy he knew was very good at kissing, and they would have a hot kiss. "Kiss me back," asked Asher. Cerise's heart raced. All the blood seemed to run under her feet. She covered her eyes as Asher sucked her lower lip and sucked her tongue. It was disgusting at first, but Cerise tried to move. She took turns sucking Asher's tongue. The man smiled. Even though she was amateur and stiff, Asher felt like he was reunited with Lizzy. Asher pushed Lizzy's body against the wall and squeezed the girl's hair, and it was like he was teaching Lizzy how to kiss.

I hold her close to my chest, and a drop of tear wets my shirt. No, I can’t let her cry over someone like me. “Amber,” I whisper, “Kiss me.” She doesn't hesitate as she presses her lips against mine. I can taste her salty tears mixed with the sweetness of her lips. “Don’t leave me, Alessandro,” she whispers. “I’m sorry, I’ll miss you.” I plant a kiss on her forehead. She cries her eyes out until they turn red.

, Kris ordered as she walked towards the river again. Adam followed everything that she ordered. They both soaked their naked body in the cold water. She touched his body sensibly that made Adam thirst for her. He couldn’t help himself not to touched her back. Their body became closer and closer. Adam kisses her neck with so much passion. Then both of them felt lost. Kris started to moaned that made Adam touched her more. He moved her finger from her shoulder down to her breast. “please do not stop”, Kris pleaded. As Adam was about to kiss her more he glanced at her eyes. He noticed that her eyes were all black. At that moment Adam new it was not Kris.

I had to do this. So I swallowed my pride and my dignity and continue to kiss the one person I didn't expect to kiss. The Player of Preston High.

Tension hummed in the air, her body trembling on the edge. It was too much. Betsy's orgasm crashed over her. She cried out, hips bucking against his face. Her p*ssy clenched around his fingers, juices flooding his mouth. He drank every drop, not stopping until she shook. Then he rose, towering over her. His lips crashed into hers in a fierce kiss. She tasted herself on his tongue, it was so intimate, It made her clit throb again.

The tears escaped my eyes and trickled down my face as I stood up to follow him, grabbing his hand as he headed towards the door. Outside a man in a black tuxedo stood waiting on the porch. Jack opened the door and nodded to him before turning back to me. His eyes were wet as his thumbs smeared the tears off my cheek. He then traced his thumb across my lower lip before taking my chin in his hand and pulling me into a kiss. I could taste the salt of my tears—salty like the ocean—as I kissed him one last time.

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.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.