Kiss Her Hand Novels & Stories

Kiss her? Kissing wins. My hands move to rest on her shoulders and keep her where I need her. My head dips. She nervously licks her lips. My breath hitches when I finally taste her by running my tongue across her lips. She was taste-testing frosting too. So damn sweet. I pull her closer and she sinks into me. Goddess, her taste. Energy zings along my nerves until the energy finds home. Home is my cock and that's how damn good she tastes.

And that only happened once, many years back. "Stop ...stop... Whatever you are doing is a sin in God's eyes...you shouldn't touch me inappropriately. " Shrieking she pressed her hand against his lips. She did to get rid of his kisses but disregarding her protest he kissed and licked her palm, sending tingling sensation down her body. He unwrapped his one hand and clasped around her wrist when she was about to remove her licked pinkish palm. He started trailing several kisses on her fingers and also licked them.

Her warmth, her touch, her being My only desire is to touch her, to move my hands over the smooth curves of her body and feel her perfect softness. Overwhelming passion has taken over my entire body. I move my hand from her cheek to the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her long, dark chocolate hair, lightly pulling her into me, adding more pressure to our lips, deepening the kiss.

She exclaimed and cursed, and she murmured something. "No, come on. Tell me, Syd." I insisted, and she rubbed her nape and took a deep breath. "Fine. My hand. Happy now? I kiss my hand." She confessed and looked really ashamed of telling me a secret. And I made an oh face. "Hand? Like this?" I said and tried to do what I had thought she did by lip-locking the part in between my left thumb and index finger.

Her words are filled with exasperation, but the second her hand drops, I’m kissin' 'er again. This time, she doesn’t fight back. She doesn’t push me away or slap me. She just lets me have 'er, and it makes my need for 'er skyrocket. I can’t get enough. My body moves on its own, pinnin' 'ers beneath me. Her hands find their way into my hair, pullin' me closer as I deepen the kiss, gruntin' against her lips.

I ask faking an innocent look. “That’s rude.” “I know. I was just kidding,” I say, grasping her hand on her lap, planting it on my lips, kissing each knuckle, and squeezing it. Her hand just fits perfectly as I interlace it with mine. We stay silent as I hold her hand. I sigh in relief because she doesn’t let go of my hand either, and she just feels good. I give her a quick glance. She bites her lower lip while I caress her knuckles with my thumb.

She moaned and that was the last straw. I grabbed her chin and gently placed my lips on her. The kiss slowly became more passionate as kair's palm romed down my body unbuckling my trouser and finding her way into my pants “Kari….” I stopped the kiss, her hands had found it way to my member. The warmth of her palm against my stone bard flesh was making me dizzy. “You feel so perfect In my hand.” “Kari…” I moaned out as she tightened her grip. She was going to be the death of me.

Her voice is calm, but I hear the tension beneath it. I step forward and extend my hand. “You’re late.” Her mouth curves faintly. “By two minutes.” I take her hand. The contact is grounding and unsettling at the same time. Her skin is warm and her grip is firm, but careful. “You look prepared,” I say. “You told me to be,” she replies. I nod once. That’s true. I lift her hand and kiss her knuckles. It’s deliberate, slow enough to register, brief enough to remain controlled. When I straighten, I don’t release her immediately.

Is he in love with her? She hasn’t kissed anyone before. Is she ready to lose her first kiss? Of course.it with Kelly ....it not that bad. Her eyes bulged out when she saw Kelly really close to her and his lips almost close to hers. His eyes closed and she started fidgeting wondering what she is supposed to do. “He is about kissing me!...but I didn’t say anything!”She yelled within herself. She slowly started closing her eyes and when she was expecting the feel of his lips on hers, the cough of someone could be heard and Kelly quickly jerked away from her feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Kiss me.” Her fingers found their way into the heavy silk of his hair, and she kissed him as if he held the elixir of life in his lips. She was vaguely aware that there was a lewd applause from the back of the bus, but it was less important than his hand sliding under the hem of her skirt as his other hand dug into her curls and cupped her skull, holding her to him as he kissed her.