Kisses Notes Novels & Stories

He touched my face, caressing my cheek with his fingers like he was memorizing me. “I have to go,” I said quietly, leaning into his touch and never wanting him to stop. My chest ached with an unexplainable pain. I hadn't expected this moment to hurt this much. “My plane will be leaving soon.” “I know,” he replied, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His hand went to the back of my neck. He slowly lowered his face to mine, kissing me goodbye one last time. The kiss was soft and warm, lingering and full of memory. I closed my eyes and took in every detail. The way his five-o'clock shadow scratched my lips, how warm he was, the taste of his tongue, and the scent of his cologne. I wanted to

Dominic Nothing could have prepared me for this kiss ever since I saw her standing there looking like a goddamn siren. Just as I expected, her lips were soft. I caress her lips with mine, and she inhales sharply. I drag my tongue over her lips and place my fingers behind her hair as I deepen the kiss. She tastes exquisite, like chocolate and vanilla. She wraps her hands around my back and kisses me back with the same intensity. Fuck, this is so much better than I thought. I growl as she bites my lips. I drag my free hand down to her waist when the sound of a camera going off brings us back to the present.

she whispered, barely audible. “This.” Kayla leaned in, her breath warm against Susan’s mouth, smelling of mint and something intoxicatingly feminine. Her lips, soft and full, pressed against Susan’s, a tentative exploration at first. Susan’s eyes fluttered shut, a silent surrender. Kayla’s kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, her tongue tracing the seam of Susan’s lips. Susan’s mouth parted on a soft moan, inviting the intrusion. Kayla’s tongue slipped inside.

Kisa looked at him, and she was transfixed. "W-What did you just call me?" "My dear," he answered softly, wrapping his arms tighter and tighter around her. He then covered her lips with his hot, open mouth. At this moment, Kisa was still in a daze, and she did not avoid him. Perhaps it was because she was in a sea of romantic flowers, as her heart fluttered the moment their lips met. Gilbert closed his eyes, kissing her gently but with great devotion. She stared at him in awe, finding his thick and long eyelashes casting a gentle shadow on his eyelids in the sunlight. She looked at him as if she was looking through him and at the arrogant boy who she had a crush on back then. Kisa slowly lif

he promised, before kissing me tenderly. **Song Suggestion: Can We Kiss Forever by Kina** His lips parted mine, lightly licking my lower lip, but never entering my mouth. The heat of his hands traveled up my back slowly, resting between my shoulder blades as he pulled me closer. His chest and my own were touching, pressed against each other tightly. My breasts were threatening to spill out of the top of my dress from the pressure of it. Davis let my lips go, trailing kisses down my neck as he gently pushed me back, and laid me down.

Dmitri nuzzles his nose against hers and kisses her squarely on the lips. A warm mist starts to swirl around them as they engage in a slow, passionate kiss. Roseanne moans when his tongue brushes hers in a delicate manner, lightly pecking her. He pushes her against a rock and lifts her to wrap her legs against his while his lips are busy exploring hers, caressing every bit of it.

The sound vibrated between us. My lips moved over hers in a slow, thorough rhythm, licking along the seam, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, releasing it with a soft wet pop before diving back in. Our tongues slid together again, slick and hot, tasting each other like we’d both been starving. The quiet room filled with the intimate sounds of our kiss: soft smacks, breathy sighs, and the faint wet glide of tongues meeting and parting.

By the third kiss, her lips moved hesitantly against mine, soft and unsure, but she was trying. Relief unfurled in my chest like a gentle wave as I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers. Soft and hesitant at first, the kisses were light—testing, exploring. By the third kiss, Isabella's lips began to move beneath mine, cautious but willing. A quiet sound escaped her, so soft it was almost imperceptible, and she closed her eyes. The small gesture sent a ripple through me, a mix of triumph and tenderness. Her trust, though tentative, was there.

Without having to think, my hands went around the back of his neck, my pelvis rocking against his as I whimpered into his mouth. He took his time, kissing me thoroughly. A long, slow swipe of his tongue over my bottom lip, his teeth nibbling the edges of my mouth, his lips pressing against mine. My hand stroked his jaw, feeling the slight prickle of two-day stubble. It wasn't unpleasant, if anything it added to the myriad of wonderful sensations flowing through his kiss. My tongue found his, colliding and tasting. He tasted so good, I knew I could never get enough.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.