Kisses Notes Novels & Stories

Her eyes widen when the strong hands of his suitor keeps on latching on her bottom. “Why don’t you kiss me before we go to work?” he requested. The young lady Monteverde smirked, “why don’t you insist to kiss me first?” she is so fierce that Jostein likes the most. His lips crashed to her soft and delicate skin. Jostein kisses her neck and biting her bottom lip to feel the erotic sensation. Keesha moaned in pleasure of his tongue. “Hmm… Jostein!” she is gripping on his shirt, the man stopped, “don’t wrinkle it, hold mine instead.” He said to him and then Keesha holds his hair that is sending pain to his body.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

Alex looked at her, his emotions swirling beneath the surface, and without another word, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss began with a gentle touch, a tender exchange that spoke of comfort and understanding. But as the seconds slipped by, the intensity between them grew. Alex's hand slid to the back of Kate's head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss with a fervent need.

The doors opened at 8:47. "Something smells good." His voice arrived before he did — low, unhurried, the voice of a man who assumed he'd be listened to and was never wrong. Dominic Moretti filled doorways the way most men filled chairs. Broad. Still. The particular stillness of someone who had never needed to raise his voice to make a room go quiet. He had a fresh cut on his jaw. Lena looked at it for one second. Then looked back at the tomatoes. "You're bleeding," she said

"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.

Memories collided, Mason’s hands, Kai’s voice, Camilla’s smile, Kayla’s laughter in a school corridor. One of these did not belong. One was proof that damage could be undone. I sat at my desk and opened a notebook. It was plain, unremarkable and easily overlooked. At the top of the first page, I wrote her name. Camilla DiCarpo. Below it: dates. Visits. Conversations. Reactions. Patterns. I wrote until my hand cramped. This was not defiance. This was preparation.

"Get out!" He cradled my face in his hands, his touch warm. He leaned in, and I felt a powerful electric spark between us. Kennis pressed his lips against mine. The kiss was soft yet urgent, filled with deep longing. I found myself completely lost in the moment and responded to his kiss, savoring its tenderness. He gently pulled away, his eyes searching mine as he pressed his forehead against my own. Our breaths intertwined, and his familiar scent enveloped me, filling my lungs.

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:

Getting into the act too, I brought my hands up and hook it around his neck. "It's show time." Tyler whispered, before bringing his lips down to mine. The kiss started out slow and light for a few seconds, before he thrust his tongue inside my mouth and deepen the kiss. Kissing Tyler reminded me of when I kissed him the first time. One, he tasted of mint and cigar and two, he was a really, damn good kisser! The first time I kissed him, I wasn't paying much attention to all that, but now for some unknown reason, I was. As we kiss, I have to steel myself to prevent from letting out a satisfied sigh. I would never give Tyler that satisfaction.

He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.