Kissing Pillows Novels & Stories

Even through the blurring tears and the shifting lights, I could discern the chiseled perfection of his jawline, the predatory gleam in his dark, evil eyes. Then, he pulled me into a deep, consuming kiss. He suckled my lower lip, a possessive tug, then bit down lightly, a sharp sting that made me gasp. He seized the opportunity, plunging his tongue into my mouth, exploring every heated crevice. His kiss was a force of nature, deep and overwhelming, brimming with domination and raw power, stealing my breath, leaving me struggling for air. Yet, he showed no intention of releasing me anytime soon. He gently wiped the tears from my eyes, his touch surprisingly tender, and cupped my face. His fin

His name came on a whisper, her fingers shaking as she grasped the pillow tighter. “Don’t hide from me,” he said, his voice deep, clear, dominant. He pulled the pillow away and still on his hands and knees lowered his head to nuzzle between her breasts. The thin material of her nightshirt stuck to her body as she arched upward, loving the feel of his warm breath against her skin. Falling back, Elaina braced herself on her elbows, her mouth opening with a gasp, eyes still fixated on the top of Edwards’s bald head. He moved lower, rubbing his cheeks, one and then the other, his lips, his forehead, over her torso, her abdomen, and farther down until she was panting with anticipation.

"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.

He lurches forward, grabbing my face, drawing me in to kiss him again. He wastes no time being gentle and sweet, his passion for me evident in the way he kisses me as if the world will end if he doesn't. My back bumps against the edge of the dining room table, my hand reaching out to brace me up as the weight of Kastriv's strong body presses against me. Suddenly my hand slips on something, and I nearly fall back. Kastriv grabs me, stopping my fall, helping me straighten. I turn, looking at a bunch of letters Kastriv brought in earlier splay out. The one at the very bottom catches my eyes.

He closed his eyes again and clutched the pillow harder as her soft mouth moved to his collarbone. Slowly, she ran her tongue over it, tasting his skin. Jenny kissed her way over his pecs, flicked his nipples with her tongue, raked her nails across his shoulders. She worked her way down his body, moving closer and closer to his cock, and Chris thought he was actually going to die from the sweetness of it.

her voice came out muffled, she held on to the pillow tightly like her life depends on it. "Hell yeah I will leave this pillow once I remove it from your face" with one last tug he removed the pillow making it fall on the floor. He embraced her. "What.." he cut her off lean kissing her lips slowly softly holding her waist. Her lips were like drugs to him. He held her cheek deepening the kiss. Without a second thought she gave in responding to his kiss putting her hands on his chest. Passion for eachother increased, sparks flew everywhere inside their body. He moved away from her watching her chest raising up and down as her breath got ragged.

And…panties melted. “So.” I took a breath when I looked up at him because he stepped even closer, only a breath away. “We’re…We’re really going to…?” I turned too breathless to finish the question. He grinned wolfishly. “Oh yeah,” he answered. “We’re definitely going to.” When his lips pressed against mine, a buzz of desire ricocheted through me with startling awareness. Why were his kisses so freaking potent? I swear, his tongue was laced with an aphrodisiac because I latched on to it and immediately moved closer, needing more.

Without any hesitation, he brought his lips to mine. It was the most electrifying kiss of my entire life. The passion in that simple act was more intense than any I had ever experienced. It was genuine. It was real. It was exactly what I needed. His touch brought so much relief to the turmoil I had been fighting ever since I had left his house that morning. I breathed him in, not wanting to break the kiss. His cologne, his musk, everything was the same as I remembered and all of it felt like medicine for my wounds.

“Maybe that’s why I like you so much.” As soon as he finished speaking, he brought his face toward mine. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him, feeling a pleasurable tingle fill my body as our lips touched. He had become completely erect and as I leaned close I could feel him slide between my legs. My bikini bottoms were still on, but it didn’t matter. There was still enough friction to create a light pleasure.

The edge of the pillow parted my pussy lips, pushing into my entrance. I squealed. The sweetness traveled through my spine to my entire body. Oh fuck. I moved my hips forward. Then I pushed it backward. “Oh, yesss," I moaned, pinching my nipples, repeating I whined on it, circled my hips on that fucking cock pillow, grinding my cunt aver pussy lips on it, moaning to myself, his scent hitting me hard. I continued whining on the pillows, fingers sinking into my boobs, squeezing. And as if it wasn't enough, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and dragged it over my head, tossing it far away on the bed.