Kiss Her Once For Me A Novel Novels & Stories

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

Although the words stuck in my throat, my body was screaming for me to kiss him and, for a brief minute, forget the chaos of my life. He then gave me a kiss. It wasn't a tentative, slow kiss. It was intense and furious, like a fire starting inside of me. His lips meeting mine caused something inside of me to burst open, even if I hadn't anticipated it. Breathless, my eyes wide, I withdrew. "What the hell was that?" Yemi remained unflinching. He just grinned, his eyes full of laughter. "Exactly what you needed." A hand grabbed my shoulder before I could reply, pulling me back into the unprepared reality.

Memories of him making love to her played like a reel inside her head, which made her blush heavily and at the same time turned her on. He tilted her chin, making her eyes meet his and then planted a kiss on her lips. But the next thing she knows, he commanded her ro strip. “Strip.” She didn't liked the way he said that word. But she said nothing and grinding her teeth, she started to remove her clothes one by one. Once the dress was gone, she was going for the stockings when Carson stopped her. “Leave the stocking and heels” he murmured. He snaked his arm around her bare waist and pulled her closer. The contact of her breast touching him, made her nipples hard. Her skin was heated with his

Kiss me like I meant something to her. My hands moved around her waist, and I pulled the t-shirt tight against her body. I could feel the steep curve in her back, the prominent feminine features that made her so perfect. She had a tight back that led to a gorgeous, nectarine ass. I pulled her against my chest as I kissed her, realizing I was kissing a woman goodbye, something I’d never done before. I hardly kissed women at all. When it came to sex with whores, it was right down to business. With one-night stands, sometimes there was lip-locking but not much. But I seemed to kiss this woman every single day.

Then, she dragged me towards a VIP room and locked the door after entering. I was just looking at her with my drunk eyes while she started opening her clothes in a seductive manner. Very soon she got naked showing me her big boobs, wide hip and huge butt. I kept looking at her with my emotionless drunk eyes. Nothing was working inside me even after seeing her naked. She came forward and tried to kiss my lips. I turned my face in another direction," Don't you dare to kiss me." I don't let other woman kiss my lips. I don't like kissing someone else. I have only kissed one person in my life and that's Her.

I speak and interrupt the kiss. "I-I..." "Shi," I place my finger in her mouth. I start to distribute kisses all over her face, I want her to mark this moment well in her mind, as I am marking it well in mine. When I kiss the tip of her ear, I feel her shiver under me once again. "You are mine, only mine, do you understand? Feel me inside you," my voice rings hoarse in her ear, and in response her body once again shivers.

KEAL The kiss I gave her was a promise, a prelude to something deeper than the playful game we’d just finished. I could feel the heat of her skin, the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath my lips as I trailed them down her neck. The scent of her arousal, sweet and musky, filled my senses, and a possessive, tender hunger bloomed in my chest. I didn’t want to take her right here, not yet. I wanted to savor. To worship her body first.

Ah, her diary. That little book of hers that I had read more times than I cared to admit. She had crafted this image of the perfect mate, a flawless man who would sweep her off her feet. The perfect man who will be her first kiss. I knew I wasn’t that man. Not even close. But still, it bothered me that August might be her first kiss. I kissed her that day for a reason.

I kiss her once more. “Make love to me," Dakoda whispers. “Yes, ma'am," I whisper back, removing my clothes. Then I help Dakoda remove hers, lowering myself onto her and entering her. I move back and forth slowly, wanting her to experience pleasure once again. When she does, I find release alongside her.

I watched her mouth part slightly, her lashes lowering just a bit. "Can I kiss you?" I heard myself say. It surprised me. I don’t ask. I take. But she wasn’t like anyone else. With Roxanne, I found myself wanting permission...wanting her to want me back. She blinked, caught off guard, but something in her softened. And after a breath, she slowly nodded. I leaned in, brushing my lips over hers in a gentle and slow motion, like I was trying to memorize her taste. That one kiss was enough to set my nerves on edge.