Novel & Cerita Kissing Signs

I yelled, and he stuck his middle finger out, giving me a fuck-off sign before they drove off. I pulled my head back and looked at Kai. His eyes were dark, sharp, and fixed on me like he could see every secret desire I had. “Wow… you’re done already?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly. He smirked, nodding slowly. “Lina’s taken care of. Now… it’s just us.” A thrill ran through me. I leaned in, brushing my lips over his, soft at first, then with more insistence. His smile curled against mine, and he deepened the kiss, hands roaming dangerously over my body.

he asked curiously. Weni raised her head, staring intently at his handsome face. "Honestly, sir, why did you keep sticking your tongue out during the kiss?" He raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that how it's done?" Weni folded her arms. "Sir, if I open my mouth, it means you're allowed to do anything, not just sticking around. You can wrap, nibble, lick, even suck! That's it, sir!" She taught him with body language and a stern facial expression.

The kiss had lasted four seconds. I had counted them the way I had counted the almost smile and the hand over hers and every other moment in twenty three weeks that had required counting because counting was the only way I knew to hold something that was too significant to just let pass. Four seconds. Soft. The specific softness of something that was not performing its own significance. Not the kiss of a man making a point or staking a claim or communicating anything that required the receiver to interpret it against a backdrop of everything that had come before. Just soft. Just present. Just exactly what it was and nothing more complicated than that.

Karen's stretched-out legs closed down around Faith and pulled her in, and they kissed frantically. All I could do was watch in awe. Finally, Karen's eyes opened and she looked right at me. She smiled and pushed Faith to stand up. She slipped Faith's shorts over her wide hips and pulled her back down to her neck. Exposing her fleshy legs. Karen's slim fingers appeared between the pale thighs, coaxing them to spread wider and wider. Looking me straight in the eye, Faith turned her palm up and curled her fingers in the universal sign for "get over here!"

I smiled back and got back into position after he whisked away chuckling to himself. I looked towards Dy and Dad who were madly cheering for us in the stands. Dad was laughing out loud with both hands fisted into a thumbs up that is he completely supported the kiss that happened. How embarrassing. Kissing so passionately in front of your parents is not exactly on everyone’s bucket list. Dy is going to tease a lot now. Grrrrr. While Dad was showing support more maturely, Dy was shamelessly inserting his left hand’s index finger into his right hand’s circled fingers. (For innocent readers out there, let me tell you this gesture means ‘sex’. Yes now you are sex educated. Lol)

That was what their touches did to me. Kazimir straightened his shoulders, while Kallum adjusted the front of his pants and muttered something under his breath, slumping his body back on the sofa near him. "We mark by biting you on your neck," Kallum said, boring his black eyes on me. He looked in pain like he was merely inches away from unleashing something. "It represents a commitment to each other and a desire to protect and claim one another. Our scent will be permanently left on you. It serves as a way to explore themes of love, loyalty, and primal instinct."

“Shall we have some signs of our own?” I grinned back at him. “Like what?” My voice was breathless and excited again—his hands were moving up each side of my body, gliding along the contours. “A blink means ‘I love you’....” He nudged me up till I had to hold the headboard for support. And my breasts came to his face. He blew lightly on my nipples and I shuddered a little. I felt his smile before his warm mouth closed over the nipple he had just blown and a whimper of bliss slipped through. “What else?”

Right in the middle of my mark, the most beautiful crescent moon is forming. It shimmers like it is wet. I put my finger on it and it is dry and just touching her now is causing me undeniable pain in my crotch. She is moaning at all of my touches. “Okay sweetness, your turn. When you get ready to mark me, just think of your k-9’s getting longer and let Hera assist you, okay?” She nods. Still catching her breath from me marking her. She crashes her lips onto mine. And it’s needy but passionate. She is conveying her feelings into this kiss. And I couldn’t be happier. She pulls away and kisses my nose, both cheeks, both eyelids and forehead. She moves to my jaw line and I have goosebumps alread

“Don’t play coy. Those marks are unmistakable.” Fello unlocked her phone screen. “Let’s see what love bites mean,” she said with a grin. “Don’t!” I said. She ignored my protest, cleared her throat, and read, "Typically, a 'love bite' refers to a mark on the skin caused by biting, sucking, or kissing, often on the neck or other areas, usually during passionate moments between romantic partners. It's also known colloquially as a hickey.” Rebecca leaned her head closer to Fello’s phone and read, “It’s a sign of affection, usually between two people in a relationship. It can also be a sign of dominance and used as a form of control. In some cases, it can be a sign of violence.”

“Yaksok.” “Er, you’ll have to lift my pinky to make the promise…” “Oh, right.” Kate wraps her pinky around Nathan’s. “Don’t forget to seal it too.” Kate moves Nathan’s thumb and touches it with her own, simulating the Korean wooden name stamp. “And signature and photocopy…”