Kiss Her Hand Novels & Stories

She closed her eyes and moaned softly. "Come here," He whispered as he held her hand and pulled her up to her feet, turning her to face him, and with his hand on her cheek, he pulled her close and claimed her lips. The kiss was slow and tender, yet intense. She felt her heart hammering against her chest, her body became hot, and her breath hitched momentarily. She wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him in for more as she deepened the kiss.

She grabbed his hand and slowly pulled it close to her mouth. She kissed the back of his hand. "No." She let go of his hand. Her hands slowly reached for his pants chain. "You said only I can give you pleasure. THEN LET ME DO IT."

I said to her huskily, giving her one of my most bewitching and charming smiles then I licked my lower lips, darting my tongue out on purpose. She breathed hard, I knew she was confused about what I meant by that. “Give me your hand,” I said, and she stretched her hand to me, I smiled and kissed her fingers before placing them on her clitoris. She jerked and withdrew her hand away immediately from her pussy, but I grabbed her wrist on time and looked at her face, she had this shocking expression on her face.

Do not give them the satisfaction. “There she is,” someone murmurs, not even bothering to be quiet about it. “Didn't think she'd actually show her face.” I want to disappear. I don't. I walk like I own the hallway, because that's the only trick I know. By second period I've perfected the art of pretending I don't hear anything. By lunch, I've almost convinced myself it's working. Then I turn the corner by the courtyard, and there they are. Maddox and Rita. Hand in hand. Laughing about something, his head bent close to hers like she's the funniest, most fascinating person on the planet. Like he didn't spend two years telling me I was.

She had time to prepare herself, to pull her hand away if she wanted to, but no part of her could bring herself to do so. The anticipation that built in her chest was almost unbearable, and as his lips finally brushed against the back of her hand, a soft, warm sensation spread through her body. The kiss was tender, almost reverent, as though he were treating her hand with a care she hadn’t expected. The warmth of his touch, combined with the unexpected intimacy of the moment, sent a wave of pleasant shivers racing down her spine.

she carefully reached for my hand. My beast growled in my head but I held her hand tightly. It pleased her because she placed her other hand on top of mine, running her thumb over my flesh. "Someday, I wish that you look upon me with a warm smile and you are able to kiss me like you mean it," she raised my hand to her lips and pressed a warm kiss on them.

It was sexy as hell. I took her hand and brought it to my lips, kissing along her knuckles while staring into her eyes. Her pupils dilated and my wolf picked up on a light scent of arousal. He released a howl and urged me to kiss her like before. I didn’t. A kiss on the hand was what she needed right now. Someone to be sweet to her. “Tell me you’ll see me soon,” I said, my eyes never wavering from hers. “I’ll see you soon,” she whispered.

She blushed deeply and leaned closer, her lips just inches away from his, as she kissed him deeply. Nadia held his manhood in her hands as they kissed passionately. Her fingers explored his length, probing the sensitive tip. Her tongue danced with his as her other hand caressed his manhood, exploring its curves and tracing circles around its tip with her finger. She moaned softly as they moved together, their bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace. Their desire for each other grew with every touch, their bodies craving more and more as she felt his member grow harder in her hands, aching for release.

She shivered under the touch of his magical fingers and yearned for more . He sensed her need and broke the long sweet kiss , Bessie was panting slowly for breath , that was the longest kiss she had ever had , he moved his right hand and replaced it on the wall still pinning both hands on the wall , he uses his right hand to caress her right breast . She was putting a transparent lingerie and had no underwear on .

I kissed her more, following her moves as her hand roved my body. She took her hand lower, and she found my bulge. I shuffled my feet and closed my knees. Immediately she trapped her hand on it. I caught her hand and held it in place as we kept kissing. I felt her pull out her hand from my grip, and then she took my hand and placed it on her bare thigh. My hand shook as I yanked it off, but she placed it back. She pulled away from the kiss, “I am going to teach you something, baby, just follow me as I do it, okay?” she rushed as she tried to catch her breath.