Kissing Hug Mga Nobela at Kwento

This is breaking me too much and I don’t know if I can handle more. “Your enough reason for us to stay alive, baby.” Hugo leaned towards me and kissed me deeply, I answered his kisses with scorching ones. As soon as his lips left mine I was pulled by someone from behind me. Hunter was holding my waist and reached for my lips, drowning me with his erotic yet loving kiss. I felt at ease and content. Being with them and feeling their presence is what makes me feel at ease.

"Closed off. Complicated. Full of algorithms only you understand." Hugo laughed softly, then shifted me closer against his chest. "You’re wrong. Women aren’t chosen through algorithms. They’re chosen through instinct." "And your instinct tells you I’m the right one?" He didn’t reply. Instead, he kissed me again. This time, deeper. More consuming. His hand moved slowly along my back, drawing me completely into his embrace. Warm. Comforting. And strangely, a little suffocating. I thought he would speak after the kiss. But he didn’t. Hugo only held me tighter, then stood up with me still in his arms.

" Cynthia’s voice was shaky, emotional. She stretched her arms toward me, silently asking for a hug. I didn’t hesitate. I rushed into her embrace, pulling her close as she snuggled into my chest. I could feel her warmth, her love, her heartbeat against mine. "Awww! I’m joining this hug!" Charity declared and jumped in, squeezing between us. "I feel like crying! I need to be loved too, Joor! What kind of intimidation is this?" Chinwe whined as she threw herself into the hug as well. The four of us stood there, locked in an unbreakable embrace, until—

“What are you—?” “I didn't feel that hug, Kehlani.” His eyes locked deeply into mine, a very intense sexy stare. Then, he pulled me forward, the movement was so sudden, I nearly stumbled into him. His strong arms were wrapped around my waist, comfortably. I froze as his chin brushed the top of my head. His other hands rubbed my back smoothly. The scent of his clothes made me close my eyes. I missed this. The hug lasted for a few seconds before he leaned back. His eyes, still locked on mine. Before I could react, he pressed a kiss to my forehead which made my eyes widened. Then his grin widened. I scoffed. “Go to therapy.” I turned to walk away.

Very soft, very calculated, so intimate because their bodies were coming closer. Hera, who liked the way Hugo gave her that kiss, was really excited. I don't know why they were able to exchange saliva for so long. Maybe it was because Hugo's treatment was so gentle to begin with; his sucking on every nook and cranny of Hera's lips, not to mention the intertwining of their tongues. Giving each other tastes. And also under the blanket, Hugo's hands were not only silent. He squeezed Hera's breasts again. Twisting them as intensely as possible. In between the kisses that Hera returned to him, his wife sighed under her breath.

The two were locked in a hug for like a minute before he brushed her hair off her forehead. “I miss you,” J said as he planted a kiss on her forehead. “I miss you too.” “How much?” “This much,” K said as he pulled J for a kiss which J returned with so much passion. Since the two had been away from each other for long and as old virgins, they couldn’t hold back anymore. In a short period of time all clothes were lying shamelessly on the floor while K moaned beneath J as J used his tongue and hands to drive her crazy with need.

I love both of his hugs; the one is like a duvet that folds around my body, the other a shield that holds and protects my heart I wrap my arm even longer around Clayton. This gesture seems to feel something deep inside him that has been dormant for weeks. With only a split second to spare, he kicks the door close behind us and pins me against the very same door. And then he kisses me, injecting his passion into my mouth, his mouth playing with my lower lip. He pushes me further into the door, our bodies even closer; he is kissing slowly and biting gently, savoring every inch of my flavor.

And her long brunette hair was pulled up into a ponytail, revealing her long, thin neck. “You came!” Zain smiled as he picked up his board and jogged toward her. Without thinking, he leaned in and gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek. She pulled back slightly, obviously taken aback by the gesture, and then he realized what he had done. “Oh! It’s a cultural thing. We always kiss our friends and family on the cheek in greeting when we see them. No big deal. Sorry.” She laughed. “No, that’s all right. But I have one question.” Her lips curled into a mischievous grin. “Do you greet your male friends with a kiss, too?”

So I didn't bother and sank my face into the curve of her neck. Once I read somewhere that a back hug means protection and trust. Indeed.

“You were married and had a child, so was he. He had children, mum.” “It doesn’t matter, it was just a kiss. One hot steamy kiss, people kiss all the time.” Margery added. “On the lips?” She asked. “Strangers have hot steamy kisses all the time?” “Yes. People kiss on the lips as a form of greeting in some cultures.” Margery replied, trying to defend herself when she saw that telling Zoe might not have been a good idea.