Novel & Cerita Kissing Screen

“But only a movie.” We sat together in his sitting room, the glow of the flat screen painting the room in flickering colors. I chose the farthest corner of the couch, but he still managed to feel too close. The movie started, and within minutes, two characters were kissing. Not a soft, chaste kiss, but a desperate, hungry one, hands tangling in hair, lips parting, breathless gasps spilling into the dark. The sounds were too loud in the silence of the room.

He looked me in the eyes and if I say wasn't affected with his blue eyes, then I'm lying to myself. I leaned closer to him, and he did the same too, it took crazy hours for us to get close to our face until our nose touched each other. I've remembered watching Korean movies and during the kissing scene, I will be counting minutes before the characters get to kiss each other and I will suddenly shout, 'You guys should just fucking kiss and stop wasting my time,' I guess I've found myself in such a situation… Our lips finally brushed, I didn't know whose lips came in contact with the other first.

My name is Maya Torres, and up until three weeks ago, the most intimate thing I'd ever done on camera was kiss my co-star in a low-budget N*****x holiday movie while fake snow fell around us. It was sweet, scripted, and ended with a chaste peck that made the director yell "Cut!" before our lips even fully touched. That was it. My entire on-screen sexual history.

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

Lou's breathing is driven, in jerks, droplets of sweat crawl down his temples, fall on his sharp collarbones. She reaches for the screen, licks her lips. Smiling. He asks to kiss her. He reaches for the webcam with his lips. It's hard to think of something more stupid and tender than this kiss. And then she turns off. Maybe by herself. Or maybe the Internet is just disconnecting.

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

She couldn't help herself but kissed me back. I smiled while our lips were still tasting each other and I pinned her to the door, she didn't react and was still embracing me. It was damn hot! We were being naughty. Pinning her more to the door, we kissed passionately, soft and smooth. Time was like in slow motion, I never kissed a woman like this before. I could felt her catching her breath but it didn't stop us. I didn't know how long we were kissing but I love the way she was kissing me back, it was turning me on. But then unfortunately, a sudden knock disturbed us and she hurriedly pushed me.

He kissed the tip of my nose and reached into his pocket. "I want to make sure it doesn't hurt," he whispered to me, and then kissed me again. I nodded at him to say okay. I could not see what he was doing, but I heard the pop of a tube and then it closing shut. Then Todd turned back to me and kissed me gently. His fingers moved under my dress again and gently headed to my core, teasing as gently as he had been doing, and my inconsistent breaths came back as though they had never left.

I gently reassured them, guiding them to the couch with promises that I'd join them shortly. Knox pulling me into the kitchen caught me off guard, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he acted. His lips met mine in a sudden, passionate kiss that vibrated like a spark igniting a flame. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, unspoken promises and deep-seated desires. I could feel the intensity of his emotions, a turbulent mix of love, fear, and hope, swirling in that single, passionate gesture.

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.