Romans & histoires Kissing Screen

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.

He was a wonderful man, no matter what had happened between him and that secretary. “I'll be right behind you,” I promised Kathryn. She pursed her lips unhappily, but nodded. She started walking and I knew I only had a second or two to catch up. I knelt by Aiden's chair, searching for the magic words that would tell him everything I needed him to know. I didn't have time. Instead, I put my hands on either side of his face and kissed him. He leaned into me, taking everything I had to give. I put all my emotions, all the things I wanted to say and couldn't find the words or the time to tell him into my kiss, hoping he would understand.

“I'll be right there.” “Okay,” he murmured into my hair, kissing me before heading toward the bathroom. I raised my eyes from the screen to watch his muscled ass as he walked. I bit my bottom lip and made a little noise of appreciation when he leaned over to turn on the shower. He must have heard me, because he turned and winked at me before stepping into the spray of water. I was sad when he closed the glass door, blurring my view of water sluicing down his body.

As he was kissing her, he starts moving inside of her. Maya screams…groans…kissing…the building enjoyment driving her insane with continuous building ecstasy. He bends his fluid body in such a manner allowing her to ride him from the front. He stayed hard…he stayed in length…hitting the mark repeatedly watching her breaking out in rapture… “Maya….”

I sarcastically retorted earning a low laugh from him. See? He's guilty. It was his fault in the first place. Yeah he will take full control over the kiss but that doesn't mean he can remove my clothes too. "That's how I kiss, darling. Yours is a punch kiss right? Mine is different" he smile sheepishly. I shot a glare at him. "What's wrong with my kiss? Punch kiss or not, it still consider as a kiss" I fireback. "Ah huh?" He wiggle his brow. "Just so you know my wife, I don't consider it a kiss if only the lips is involved. That's not exciting" he wink at me.

Awakened HIS lips caressed my skin, sucking and leaving a trail of heat in their wake. The intensity of his sensual kiss drove me to the brink of madness. His movements continued, gradually descending to my most sensitive area. Gripping the sheets tightly, my toes curled in pleasure as he found that perfect spot. A moan escaped my lips, unable to contain the ecstasy within me.

We watched together, his hand sliding between my legs as the couple on screen started touching each other. “Like that?” Jake whispered, his fingers gently rubbing my clit. “Slow and teasing… just like I want to do to you.” I moaned softly, my head falling back against his shoulder as he fingered me slowly, matching the rhythm on the screen. He kissed my neck, sucking gently on the skin as his fingers pushed inside me. “You’re so wet again,” he murmured. “I love how your body responds to me.” I turned my head, kissing him deeply as he fingered me. The couple on the screen were fucking now — slow, deep, romantic thrusts.

WE HAVE EVIDENCE. The next second, the screen was flooded. Row after row of the same image populated the display. It was grainy, taken from a distance, but the silhouettes were unmistakable. My head spun. A man in a high-end suit. A woman in a crimson jacket. Her arms were hooked around his neck, her face buried against his as they kissed with a desperation that looked, on screen, like pure passion. My chair creaked as I instinctively tried to shrink into the floorboards. The damn earth refused to open up and swallow me.

"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.

I lean into Braxton, my voice a honeyed whisper meant for the cameras. "Smile, my dear," I coo, my lips painted with a seductive allure. "We want the world to see just how in love we are." Braxton’s detachment remains intact, his gaze distant, his expression impassive. But I’m not one to be deterred. I place a manicured hand on his cheek and, before he can react, press my lips forcefully against his. The cameras click and flash, capturing the moment with a voracious hunger for scandal. The kiss has left Braxton with little choice but to respond in kind. He kisses me back, a perfunctory gesture that betrays none of the passion I’m hoping to convey.