Kiss Then She Kissed Me Novels & Stories

"Kiss me." Jesse stopped thrusting and pressed his weight on K. They kissed ardently for a moment, savoring the intoxicating feeling of their lips and tongues on one another while he was still inside her. He rolled over the bed and let K be on top. He sat both of them up, caught in a tight embrace as they continued to kiss. Jesse grazed his lips on the back of K's ear, then down her jawline, as she ran her fingers through his dark hair.

And then, she kissed him back. The End

“Kiss me.” I did not have to be told twice. My lips met hers, and it was like the Fourth of July. Fucking fireworks and everything. Her lips tasted so sweet. My hand tangled in her hair as I begged for entrance. She granted it without hesitation, and I tilted her head to deepen the kiss.

"Kiss me." Once again, her lips fell on him.

She turned to face me, her expression unreadable. “I never told you to keep your hands off me,” she replied, her words a challenge, an invitation. And that was all it took. I closed the distance between us in a single step, crashing my lips onto hers. The kiss was fierce, hungry, our tongues tangling in a dance that left me breathless. Her taste was intoxicating, her softness a stark contrast to my urgency.

Clark kissed her, his lips right on hers. TBC

Clearly, she didn’t get the right message. "So, you’re indirectly calling me a puppy?" she blurted out. "Not like that, babe," I said, reaching for her lips and locking mine with hers in a slow, heartfelt kiss. Each kiss reignited that spark and bond I felt deep inside. My hands moved from her waist to her thighs, and I could feel the sensation building in her as she reciprocated the kiss, deepening it with intense affection. Her breath nearly faded, and I knew I had to pull away to give her space to catch her breath.

“Kiss me.” I don’t need to be told twice. My hands move to the back of her neck, pulling her down until our lips meet. The kiss starts soft, exploratory, but it doesn’t stay that way. The spark between us ignites into a blaze, and soon, I’m kissing her like a man starved, like she’s the only thing keeping me alive. She clings to me, her fingers gripping my shoulders as though letting go isn’t an option. I deepen the kiss, my tongue tangling with hers, eliciting soft moans that send shivers down my spine. Every sound she makes is a melody, every touch a promise.

I just kissed her. Hard. Rough. Deep.

she whispered, her eyes blazing, grabbing his shirt, pulling him in. She kissed him, fierce, desperate, a fire to shut his doubts. Kai’s hands cupped her face, his lips hungry, their third kiss a surrender to passion. They stumbled to the couch, her fingers in his hair, his hands on her waist, their bodies pressed, the world fading to their need. Her tank top lifted, his shirt unbuttoned, their touches urgent, a line crossed—until guilt surged, the summit, Dante’s scheme, Alessio’s secret a shadow.