Kiss Rock Bottom Novels & Stories

He said as he brought his lips to mine. When his lips touched mine, I instantly melted from his touch and leaned into the kiss. It was so passionate, urgent and soft all at the same time. He brought his hands around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I brought my right hand to rest on his chest as I kissed him back. A few seconds later, we broke the kiss and Tyler rest his forehead against mine. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at Tyler who had his eyes closed. He then opened them and looked at me.

The Lizzy he knew was very good at kissing, and they would have a hot kiss. "Kiss me back," asked Asher. Cerise's heart raced. All the blood seemed to run under her feet. She covered her eyes as Asher sucked her lower lip and sucked her tongue. It was disgusting at first, but Cerise tried to move. She took turns sucking Asher's tongue. The man smiled. Even though she was amateur and stiff, Asher felt like he was reunited with Lizzy. Asher pushed Lizzy's body against the wall and squeezed the girl's hair, and it was like he was teaching Lizzy how to kiss.

He inhaled sharply as I began to grind up against him. I turned around to face him again. His hand was still in my hair, and I fell into him. He smelled so good, like clean soap and a light, woodsy cologne. My eyes flutter shut as I lifted onto my tiptoes and kissed him. It started light, but quickly became more as kissed me back. We continued to dance on the floor, kissing and swaying to the beat of the music, for a few long minutes. It was heaven. He broke from the kiss. “Have you ever been in a limo?” he whispered into my ear, his hands tightening on my waist. I loved how I felt with him touching me.

Without having to think, my hands went around the back of his neck, my pelvis rocking against his as I whimpered into his mouth. He took his time, kissing me thoroughly. A long, slow swipe of his tongue over my bottom lip, his teeth nibbling the edges of my mouth, his lips pressing against mine. My hand stroked his jaw, feeling the slight prickle of two-day stubble. It wasn't unpleasant, if anything it added to the myriad of wonderful sensations flowing through his kiss. My tongue found his, colliding and tasting. He tasted so good, I knew I could never get enough.

“You’re my everything, Kai. We heal together.” Their lips met in a passionate kiss, a desperate refuge, their bodies entwining as they fell back onto the cot. Her hands gripped his shirt, his fingers tracing her skin, their love a fire that burned through their shared pain. The night became theirs, a sanctuary of whispered vows and tangled limbs, their bond a flame that defied the city’s chaos. Gianna’s voice was soft, fierce, as they lay together. “We’re unbreakable, Castellano.”

She was crying now, trying to hide it. I kissed her. “I love you,” I said. “Then come back to me,” she said, voice cracking. I turned and walked into the cold morning air. Every step felt heavier than the last. The train station was at the edge of the village. It looked like both freedom and danger. I didn’t look back. Five hours later, the train pulled in with a loud hiss and the sound of steam. I stepped out onto the platform and looked up. There it was.

I whispered, more to release the pressure building inside of me than to get his attention. I wanted to tell him to take me right there, but I couldn’t even get the words out. He had begun to grind his hips forward, increasing the friction and intensifying the pleasure. Gabe moved his face downward toward my chest and kissed the top of my cleavage, letting out a lustful growl. My lips parted and I breathed in, pushing my chest upward and against his face. His skin was smooth with only a hint of stubble and I knew he must have shaved before I came over. My dress allowed him access to only a little bit of my cleavage, but I wanted him to have it all. I wanted his kiss all over my body.

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

I agreed, my breath hitching as he leaned in closer. "Then why are you still holding onto me?" "Because I think I’m the only one who knows how to play your music," I said, my voice barely a whisper. Kai didn't wait for the rest. He captured my mouth in a kiss that tasted of salt and scotch and the raw, jagged edge of the truth. It wasn't the polished, practiced kiss of a man used to getting what he wanted. It was the kiss of a man who was losing everything and didn't care as long as he could hold onto this one moment of honesty.

the anger, the pain, the longing, and everything She must have felt it too, though she was not a good kisser, but she tried everything to match my pace, and a loud moan tore from her as I chewed softly on her bottom. "Omg...Jett." I smirked amidst the kiss, the sound alone making my cock twitch hard in my trousers. Shit...I've missed this soundtrack. I released my hands from her neck, then eased her onto the sand above us and climbed up on top of her, our lips still locked on each other the entire time.