Kiss Ties Novels & Stories

He disappears and returns with my hair tie and stands in front of me as he softly pulls my hair up on top of my head and ties it up in a messy bun. Then he leans in, and with one hand on my jaw he kisses me long and slowly, his tongue dancing with mine as if asking for approval. “That’s better, baby, now I can see you,” he whispers. I frown. For some reason this seems crazy intimate. It’s not, I know it’s not. He’s not the intimate kind of man. But, Hell, it just does.

He slowly leans in and places his lips on mine moving it quickly, his hand on my cheek. This kiss is so gross, but I'm tipsy as fuck so I don't care at this point. The kiss lasted for about 10 seconds then I pulled away. I open my eyes to look at him and his cheeks are red. Aw he has a little crush, well he's going to get over it soon because I don't feel the same way. I look over to see Gina smirking, then to see Heaven... mad? Her face looks disgusted and I don't blame her, the kiss was gross.

I sarcastically retorted earning a low laugh from him. See? He's guilty. It was his fault in the first place. Yeah he will take full control over the kiss but that doesn't mean he can remove my clothes too. "That's how I kiss, darling. Yours is a punch kiss right? Mine is different" he smile sheepishly. I shot a glare at him. "What's wrong with my kiss? Punch kiss or not, it still consider as a kiss" I fireback. "Ah huh?" He wiggle his brow. "Just so you know my wife, I don't consider it a kiss if only the lips is involved. That's not exciting" he wink at me.

It didn’t matter so much now. “You're definitely pretty good at it,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss me. “I should let you do all of my ties, too. Beth always messes them up.” Our lips met, soft and sweet. This felt good, like it could become normal. I could get very used to tying his ties for him in the morning. I pressed into the kiss until Beth started knocking on the door again. “I'll call you as soon as I can,” he promised, pulling back but not letting me go. “If I get this done early...”

As I filled her, she groaned, her mouth tearing free from mine as she panted out a breath, her head flopping into the wall as I let my lips drift across to her ear where those earrings of hers as well as the jade ones I’d gifted her glinted between strands of bright blue hair. I sucked on the earlobe, then dropped down so I could give her a hickey. Biting down, I felt her pussy quake around me, cosseting me and drawing every ounce of cum from my dick. Gravity impaled her on me, and the feeling was beyond anything I could have dreamed. Unable to stop myself, I grabbed her arms and pinned them overhead. The movement had her towel flopping to the ground, and I groaned as, dropping my head, I ma

holding them with his single hand and another hand was holding her jaws to keep her straight. After 5 minutes that seems like an hour, he left her mouth ... before she can take a breath of relief... he removed his shirt and tie ... again put his lips on hers for yet again deep throat kiss... while kissing her he used his tie to tie her hands above her head with the headboard of the bed ...

She sighed, "Well, I.... I'm not sure I'm so good at knotting ties." "C'mon, Angel. You were married for a year, your skills should be good enough." She bit her lip, "Okay, fine. I'm going to do it." She took the tie, moved closer and began to knot it, while he kept staring at her. She lowered her eyes and focused all her attention on the tie and when she was done, she smiled, "It's perfect!" "Just like you," he added. Holding her chin and lifting her face up as his eyes stared into hers. He inched his face closer and wanted to kiss her, but she turned her face away.

And so, their journey continued, fueled by the power of forgiveness, the strength of their bond, and the unwavering belief in the transformative power of love. Their lips met in a searing kiss, a passionate embrace that spoke volumes of their shared desire and the depths of their love. It was a moment of pure surrender, a fusion of souls intertwined in a symphony of tenderness and longing. Their kiss lingered, each second a testament to the unbreakable bond they had forged.

Then he dropped on his knees and Killian looked down at him, confused. “What are you doing?” He was whispering and Mike smiled. “Take your coat off.” Mike began loosening his tie and Killian kept watching him, surprised. “You don’t want to stain my tie, do you?” This is when Mike heard Killian’s heart speed up. Mike smirked. He liked seeing Killian like this. Nervous, but at the same time he could feel his mate wanted this too. Killian took his top off and Mike threw his tie away. Then Killian opened the buttons of his shirt. Mike wanted to run his hands over his chest or lick his nipples, but this was going to wait.

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.