Kiss With And Without Makeup Novels & Stories

"Fine. We're just teasing you, Jackie. You know how I am. Don't take it seriously, okay? How about we get refill coffees and talk about something el—" "No," I said pointedly. There was no way I was standing down now. "I know you're teasing. But we're arguing about me being uptight right? I'm only going to show you that you're wrong. Besides, it's not a big deal. It's just a kiss. A little kiss never hurt anyone," I laughed. As I spoke, my eyes darted toward the door as I prayed the café wouldn't have any other customers until it was time for me to leave.

Keep it light but firm. Everyone loves long make-out sessions. Don’t be in a rush to move from kissing to whatever comes next. Sometimes a hot make-out session is all you need. Kiss for a long time. And once you’ve moved on to other things, you can always slow down the action by returning to kissing and making out. Be careful with the tongue action. Always keep your tongue soft—no jabbing or hard thrusting motions. It’s not hot. It’s also a bit of a boner-kill to be covered in spit. Kiss passionately but not sloppily

Even though it were only few hours but it felt like thousands of years without her with my soul hanging on thread at the thought of possibly loosing her. “Also…” A ruddy flush spread across her cheeks. “The percentage might increase if you give me a goodnight kiss.” Laughter rumbled in my chest. “I can definitely work with that.” I drew her closer. “I missed you too,” I added softly before pressing a gentle kiss to her mouth. I could kiss her forever, but I forced myself to pull back after the count of three. Now wasn’t the time for a hot and heavy makeup session. “That’s all you’re getting for now. You need rest.”

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

She nodded before she could overthink it. They didn’t waste time. Damien claimed her mouth in a deep, dominating kiss while Kai’s hands roamed. He unzipped her gown slowly, letting the midnight-blue silk pool at her feet. She stood in nothing but a sheer black lace bra, matching thong, garter belt, and her mask. Whispers and appreciative murmurs rose from the onlookers. “So fucking beautiful,” Kai growled against her neck, unhooking her bra and letting her full breasts spill free. He cupped them from behind, rolling her nipples between his fingers until she moaned into Damien’s mouth.

I frown, my face shifting to the staircase, Kingston is at the bottom of the stairs. “Hey Beautiful,” he greets. “Hey.” she grins, walking past me to give him a hug, her hand resting on his back. “You look more beautiful without make up,” he tells her, studying her. “Yeah?” she frowns, her lips pulling into a smile. “Thank's, I thought you liked my makeup.” “Only the mascara,” he winks, his gaze veering to me. “Belle, no remark? What's wrong pretty?”

Cheers and applause erupted from the onlookers, acknowledging the intensity of their chemistry. As the kiss ended, Kim took a step back, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. With a playful smile, she teased Asher about his earlier proposition. She expressed her desire to be courted in a more traditional manner, longing for the gestures of romance that often accompanied the early stages of a budding relationship. The noise of the crowd blended with the sound of their laughter as Asher eagerly agreed to Kim's request. He recognized the importance of taking the time to woo and cherish her, understanding that their connection deserved to be nurtured in a way that went beyond the heat of the moment

♤ Avi pov♤ I confessed to her but till now iam scared to confess her because I thought she will leave if I confess but to my surprise she confessed back she called me her prince charming when I saw her smile her pink lips made me more crazy I cant control myself anymore so i sealed my lips on her lips but they are too soft it is making me more crazier as I did it suddenly she didn't know how to react but she didnt kissed me back I thought she dont want it so I thought to stop but when I seen she is enjoying the kiss I kissed more and more but iam being too gentle i started sucking her lips she gripped her hand on my shirt I slowly bit her lower lip when she opened her lips I entered my to

In the plain sight. He also thought it would be good if he could kiss her under different circumstances. There were only hugs, kisses on the cheeks, and hand holding in their intimacy clause. Nothing other than that. So he kissed her cheek. He knew she had makeup on, but the skin felt smooth. Maybe her makeup was different, he felt. They both then stood like statues. "Look here. Our couple, is so cute, right? This is why we all loved you. You look so good together. Like a perfect combination. We wish you to be happy forever."

Their lips met in a dance of tenderness and longing, an unspoken understanding passing between them. As their lips fervently met in a passionate kiss, Mateo's hands began the gentle task of undressing Ariana. The room was filled with an electric tension as their bodies intertwined, their desires merging with the intensity of their emotions. Ariana, lost in the moment, surrendered herself to the sensations, her focus on the kiss that enveloped her.