Kiss Her Hand Novels & Stories

She applied gentle pressure into her fingers and massaged his neck, shoulders, and head. He felt relieved and relaxed. Her hands were on his shoulders when he held one of her hands in his and placed it on his lips. He kissed it gently. He opened her hand and kissed her palm several times. He then moved up to her fingers and kissed the tips one by one gently and slowly. He turned her hand around and peppered kisses on the back of her hand. She watched him caressing her hand like it was the world's most delicate flower as if he was trying to love her without words.

Is she going to kill me? At least let me say goodbye in the proper way, like damn! She puts one hand on my waist, then the other one to my cheek as she caresses it. At this point, I already know she's going to kiss me. Right? I mean why else are you holding my waist and caressing my cheek? Unless, you're a psycho and do that before you kill someone to death. She leans in where her lips are align with mine. As she was going to lean in, I hear a faint, "Heaven, and Valentina get in here please!" Heaven immediately shifts herself away from me and leaves on her heel. Well damn.....was my worst enemy going to kiss me?

He held her gaze and they stared at each other without breaking off the eye contact they shared. She closed the small distance between them, extended her hand over to his head and brought them closer to hers, and kissed him. His hands held her waist and pulled her close to his body. And he fell back on the sand with her over him. She kissed him softly on his lips convening everything she felt in a slow and passionate kiss. Slowly his hands went over her dress but then he remembered there were some few persons around them. He then sneaks his hand into her shirt and cupped her left breast with her bra in it.

She placed her hand on her heart swooning totally and pouted. "God Christ ! YOU ARE SO HOT IN PERSON", she chirped. Well girl I can understand your fan heart but he is mine. I actually don't appreciate PDA on my love ! Love ??? From where it was come from? I was surprised with myself ! What's happening with me? "Sorry but is a handshake work for you ? That's only I can afford.", he spoke so sweetly that she got melted like butter blushing crimson. Crazy ! She nodded her head and extended her hand like a school kid for a candy. He smiled again making her lips go wide in shock and shook his hand with her.

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.

With a smile, she explained, “I once told myself that I shall kiss the hands of the man who will win my heart. It will be the sign of my deep affection, my devotion towards him.” I cleared my throat. “And who is this man that you speak of? Is he the one whom you mentioned before? The one where your heart is already set on?” I asked. My heart raced even more as we continued this conversation. Slowly, she laid a kiss on both my hands. She caressed the spots that she kissed before she looked back at me. “The one whose hands I just kissed.” Everything came to a screeching halt. “Me?” It was the only response I could utter as I held back my tears. My mind panicked as I tried to process what she j

If I'm dying tonight, I'll die knowing that I just had the most amazing kiss on the planet. It's made even better when she melts into me. Her hands go to my sides. I slide my hand into her curls and tangle my fingers into them. My other hand holding the soft skin of her cheek. She grips my shirt and lets out a quiet moan on my lips. My hands slide down her body. I grab her ass and pick her up. Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist.

Tears welled up at the corner of her eyes, unable to keep up with his pace. As Kieran pulled away from her, she stared at him with reddened eyes full of complaints. How can that be the first kiss between them? Who kisses like that? But giving her a chance to speak again, Kieran shifted his hand without to place it at the back of her head. His possessiveness and ferocity was well-expressed in the kiss. Kieran’s hand tangled in her hair, asserting his sign of dominance. Unable to keep up with the rhythm, Serenity let Kieran take control as she laid in his hand like a rag doll.

My voice was low, desperate, needing her to understand me. She moved closer, her hand brushing my arm, her touch warm. "You're not weak. You're carrying so much, and you didn't have to do it alone." Her voice was soft, steady, like a promise. She leaned in, her lips brushing mine, slow and gentle, her breath warm. My heart raced, the kiss deepening, her hands sliding to my neck, pulling me close. I kissed her back, eager but careful. Her warmth washed away the guilt and shame.

The kiss was fierce, fueled by a torrent of emotions—anger, desire, frustration, and an overwhelming need to dominate. His hand slid to her waist, yanking her closer and pressing their bodies together under the cold stream of water. His other hand gripped her neck, controlling the intensity of their kiss. Hailey's initial resistance melted away, her hands wrapping around his neck as she matched his fervor, their breaths mingling in the heated exchange.