Kiss Ties Novels & Stories

She laughed. Kris stood still as she expertly tied the knot. He didn’t take his eyes off her. "Stop staring." "I'm not staring, I'm simply admiring." She tugged the tie tighter than necessary. "Take a picture. It'll last longer." He winced and loosened it slightly. "Feisty. I like it." She rolled her eyes. "Why wear a tie to lunch anyway?"

I giggled, tilting my head to give him better access. He kissed my neck and his lips slowly moved lower until he reached my collarbone, nipping my skin as he sat me up and tried to undo the ties on the back of my dress. “How the fuck are these things tied?” he growled before he gave up and grabbed the bodice, tearing the seams with ease.

It was a kiss filled with the unspoken language of love, a promise that transcended words. As our lips melded together, time seemed to suspend, and the world outside the room faded away. The soft brush of his lips against mine set my heart ablaze, a symphony of emotions playing out in each heartbeat. I could feel the intensity of our mate bond amplifying the sensation, turning a simple kiss into an electric connection that resonated through every fiber of my being.

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.

Melanie mirrored my actions, pulling out her phone. Awkwardly, we came to stand even closer to each other. As our tights were pressed, I could feel her warmth reaching my skin through our clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest faster than the beat of the song we were listening to. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was my first with the same sex. Biting my lower lip, I checked her perfect face. She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

He just pulled out a bottle of lube and walked to the wardrobe, pulling two silk ties out and coming back to me. "You evil shit," I cursed, and he laughed. "We both know your hands do too much and need to be restrained," he joked, and I mock-frowned but stretched my hands out to him. He tied them both with the silk ties. "You know my rules? If you get out of these knots, I stop," he said, and I groaned in frustration. "I haven’t even started," he laughed, and I just rolled my eyes at him. He straddled my waist and kissed me.

Despite the storm, there was a sense of desire. Kai parked the car in a secluded spot. He quickly got rid of his tie, his eyes locked on Tiffany as she reached for him, pulling him close. Her lips crashed against his deep, urgent, and hungry. The kiss was fiery, like they were starved for each other. Tiffany’s hands slid over his chest, moving lower and Kai groaned softly, his hands catching hers. A low, breathy laugh escaped his throat. "Relax, love. I'm all yours." His voice was a husky whisper, and their gazes met for a heartbeat raw and intense. "Take off your panties right now and give them to me."

Until I collapsed on his chest, panting, when my muscles no longer supported my weight. A strong hand wrapped around the back of my head, pulling my face up for a long, languid kiss that I was happy to melt into. It wasn’t until he rolled us over and gave a slow, leisurely thrust that my eyes flew open. “What?” I gasped and looked up to where he had one hand hooked into the headboard, but the ribbon was gone. “You tied it with a bow, Blondie,” he chuckled, “we’ll have to get you a book on the art of tying knots.”

He fought K's kisses, her lips and tongue tasted sweet and tart, like Twizzlers. K pulled away from the kiss, looking at him with such depth and intensity. "Do-over?" Jesse nodded, the tip of his nose against hers. "Hi." He breathed against her lips. "Hi." K smiled and kissed him again.