Romans & histoires Kiss Please

"A pregnant wife deserves care and support. A man like you doesn't deserve to be a father. If you can't even look after your own wife, how could anyone trust their life to you?" I let out a cold laugh, scanning the crowd with a hard gaze. "You people are unbelievable. Cheating is a matter of principle, and yet you bend the truth and accept it without question. Are your brains stuffed with straw? I hope you return the same generosity if your partners ever cheat on you." The livestream chat exploded. "Are you kidding me? They're actually forgiving the cheater?" "Dr. Smith has my support. Cheaters don't deserve forgiveness!" "Their reactions are insane. I seriously can't believe this."

Which worked by the way. I giggled,"oh don't be ridiculous. Hayden is just a friend and importantly my workmate. I did not go for lunch with him to piss you off, it just happened to happen on a day that I was mad at you. We eat together everyday." He groaned again and threw his head back. "I don't like it." "oh you big baby just kiss me already." I said using one hand to pull his lips to me while the other hand slid down and cupped his d!ck. More like mine at this point,lol.

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life. Gabe gently pulled away, just long enough to look at me with those glowing green eyes. Then he leaned in again. Our lips parted this time and the kiss became more passionate, with our tongues delicately dancing. My hands drifted up his back. I could feel the definition of his muscles, even over his shirt, and it turned me on even more. I wanted to feel his naked skin, his firm body, all of him and all at once. This is what I've wanted for so long, I thought. And I want so much more.

Like it was exactly where she was supposed to be. He kissed her. Not for cameras. Not for a narrative. Not for anyone or anything except the two of them at a window in Singapore with the truth out in the world and thirty years of other people's careful planning finally at rest around them. When they pulled back she was aware of the room. Of Priya very deliberately looking at her laptop. Of Adaeze very deliberately looking at her phone. Of Grace at the table with Catherine. Grace was looking at them. Not with the watchful assessment she brought to everything.

I pulled back just slightly, my lips grazing her ear as I whispered, “Beg me.” She shivered at my words, her chest rising and falling as she looked into my eyes. “Please,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “Please what?” I asked, wanting to hear her say it. “Please... fuck me,” she finally mumbled, her hands trailing over my chest, her gaze locked with mine. Without hesitation, we shifted positions, now taking over as she climbed onto my lap. Now straddling me, Scarlett radiated power and sensuality. My hands slid down to her waist, pulling her closer as our lips met again in a heated kiss.

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

With a soft, understanding sigh, I surrendered and let him take total lead. He cupped my face gently, nuzzling his nose against mine, which coaxed a small, breathless giggle out of me. Then, slowly, with agonizing softness, he finally connected our lips. The kiss was incredibly sweet, free from rushed lust, and filled with a deep, pure love. He savored the feeling of my lips against his before deepening the pressure. Every movement remained deliberate and teasing, yet entirely devoted.

"Is that what you want?" Mia's breath hitched slightly, but she leaned toward me, closing the distance between us. Her eyes fluttered shut, and I pressed my lips against hers. The kiss was tentative at first, but it filled every inch of me with warmth. Moments later, I dragged her across the couch and into my lap, deepening the kiss with all the longing I'd been holding back for weeks. Mia responded in kind, her arms wrapping around my neck as she held me close to her. I groaned, loving the feeling of her body against mine and the softness of her lips.

Tonight was no different. After his speech came the kisses. He kissed every bruise, looking utterly miserable. “A kiss for every bruise,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “Baby, I want you. You know I’ve got the hots for you, and I can never get it up for anyone else.” What did I do? I went through the motions, groaning in pain while he mistook it for pleasure.