Kissing Bed Novels & Stories

He made a sound into the kiss like the diner coffee had been a long joke. “Bedroom,” she said. “If you do the kitchen first I’ll think about page four.” “Not page four.” He lifted her anyway, carried her the short hall, and laid her on her own bed like he’d been picturing the square footage from another city. Dress up. Mouth on her throat, her breast, down. He dragged her underwear off and licked her without a briefing, stubborn, two fingers curling until she came on his tongue with a fist in his hair and a cry the neighbors could keep.

She responded by pulling him into another fervent kiss, their bodies pressing together, skin igniting at the contact. The king-sized bed became their playground, sheets cool against their heated flesh. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and hollow, eliciting gasps and moans that filled the room. She arched against him, nails grazing his back, urging him on. Their movements were a symphony of passion, a blend of urgency and exquisite torment. He kissed his way down her body, his mouth worshipping her, drawing cries of pleasure that only spurred him further. She writhed beneath him, lost in the sensations he was creating, her hands clutching at the sheets.

With that he slammed his lips on her. He was kissing her with all the passion. Nandini clutched his collar tightly and moaned in his mouth in pleasure. They broke the kiss when they both were out of breath. "You're looking pretty, baby." Manik bent towards her neck and placed a few wet kisses there. "Umm.... Mani...." She moaned his name. "I need you now." He looked at her. "It's not our bedroom. We are in Zoya's cabin."

Both kissing, rubbing, pinching, biting, grabbing. “I love you,” she whispered against Kai’s lips. “I love you so much, darling,” Kai murmured. He turned her head forward. “Now just relax. Let us take care of you. You want us to touch his mark? Bring him in a bit?” Thea nodded. “Just a little.” They kissed her and moved their fingertips to the edge of Conri’s mark as they worked up and over their climaxes. After a brief cool down and clean up, Thea got into the other items on the table by the bed. Soon, she was pouring caramel sauce on their bodies and licking it off. It was a good night.

He grinned and pressed his lips on hers. We are still outside. She muttered. We can always get a hotel room since home is far away. ***** Kpam... The door of the hotel room 203 flung open and they two couples enter. She clung to him.. .. her legs wrapped around him. He kissed her lips... Her neck as he pulled her closer. She pulled his head closer as Their lips met. He dropped her on the bed and straddle her, going for her lips again. Biting of flesh was head and she screamed.

"Kiss me." Jesse stopped thrusting and pressed his weight on K. They kissed ardently for a moment, savoring the intoxicating feeling of their lips and tongues on one another while he was still inside her. He rolled over the bed and let K be on top. He sat both of them up, caught in a tight embrace as they continued to kiss. Jesse grazed his lips on the back of K's ear, then down her jawline, as she ran her fingers through his dark hair.

Suddenly all the desire to sleep has seeped out of me and into a puddle at my feet, something about Stace visiting my cabin at night by himself stealing away any fatigue. "Everything okay?" I ask warily, leaning back against the cool wood of the door. I can't tell if my stomach is twisting because of the gentle sway that accompanies the train ride, or because I'm nervous to be facing him. "Last night, before...when we were in bed together," his back is to me, as he looks across my room, at the bed I just crawled from, "you looked at me as though you were considering letting me kiss you. I can't get it out of my head.

Tenderly, he kissed her lips and forehead, and she collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent. Withdrawing from her, he reached for a towel placed on the bedside table and gently wiped her down. She winced as he touched her sore vagina, feeling sore from their passionate encounter. Wiping his dick, he put on his boxer shorts and loosened the net that was tied to the canopy above the bed, letting it fall to cover their intimate space. He lay beside her, enveloping her in his arms, and pulled a sheet over them. Pressing a tender kiss to her bare shoulder.

The room was filled with the soft sounds of whispered sighs and the gentle rustling of sheets, a symphony of pleasure in the making. As our lips met, a surge of heat coursed through me, igniting a fire deep within. Calla's kiss was an intoxicating blend of sweetness and passion, a declaration of her desires and an invitation for me to surrender to mine. Our mouths moved in a rhythmic dance, exploring and claiming each other, as if trying to convey a lifetime of longing in a single embrace.

In the dimly lit intimacy of Carver's bedroom, the world was reduced to the space between Ava and him. She drew him toward the bed, her lips locked onto his, a kiss filled with the kind of fervor that bridged the chasm between fear and desire. Her fingers danced along the buttons of his shirt, quickly unfastening them, while her other hand shrugged off her coat, her eyes never wavering from his. All the while, their lips continued to explore, each kiss a step deeper into uncharted territory.