Kissing Softly Novels & Stories

I added softly. He lifted his gaze to meet mine. The moment our eyes locked, I kissed him on the lips, slowly, softly, tenderly. It wasn’t a hungry, desperate kiss. It was calm, steady, as if it were moving to the rhythm of some silent music. This was the kind of kiss I loved most from him. His way of kissing never changed, just as his feelings for me never had. We pulled back, our breaths mingling. He rested his forehead against mine and pressed a gentle kiss to my nose.

"hey, she said shyly. "Hey baby." She smiled shyly at me. Don't ask me but, I started to call her that sometime back and I like her reaction. I pulled her to me and lowered my lips to hers. I deepened the kiss until I felt her push me away for some air. "Why are you blushing as if its the first time we are kissing?" "Oh stop it." She said as she pushed me away playfully. We pulled away when we heard someone clear their throat. We saw Maria near the kitchen door. "Here's your basket sir."

The kiss was soft, slow, and warm. Oh my God… I froze for a second.

So so soft . Fingers flicked the peaks. So so hard... She arched her back asking for more with a soft moan under her bitten lips. Her towel came undone with a gasp. But she couldn't care even if she forced herself to. Their tongues interlude out of their mouth. Probably the most sparking kiss he ever had, triggering the butterflies in his tummy. His hands slide down, looking for their usual treat, gliding down her slit effortlessly. A shivery moan pulled her toes deep into the soft mattress.

His voice was dark and raspy as he slowly leaned in. My eyes fluttered closed, and a second later, his soft lips finally touched mine. I confidently circled my arms around his neck and kissed him back. The kiss was incredibly soft, yet brimming with raw passion. It felt as if he was desperately seeking comfort through my touch—seeking a brief, safe shelter from his agonizing past. And I gave it to him willingly.

There was a softness in the way he kissed her, a reverence for this moment shared between just the two of them. Their lips met in a gentle union, a meeting of souls that transcended the physical touch. It was a quiet conversation, a language of intimacy spoken through the softness of their embrace. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of their connection enveloping them in a cocoon of affection. Prim's laughter dissolved into a soft sigh against Ian's lips, a contented exhale that mirrored the tranquility settling within her. His kiss held a tenderness that spoke of unspoken promises, of a love that sought solace in the simple intimacy they shared.

Her eyes fluttered open, hazy but bright, and she looked up at me, her gaze soft and full of emotion. “I can feel it,” she whispered, her voice soft and shaky. “The bond... it’s so strong now.” I nodded, brushing a strand of hair from her face, my thumb grazing her flushed cheek. Her lips curled into a soft smile, and she leaned up to press them against mine. The kiss was tender, so different from the hunger that had overtaken us earlier. It was soft and sweet, a promise of everything that lay ahead. I kissed her back, gently, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her lips against mine.

She wanted to as well, but she was so shocked that her eagerness was completely immobilized. He pulled away. “Kiss me,” he whispered softly into her ears. Like the touch of a butterfly on flower. Sapphire gently closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his. Soft and moist, her hand ran through his dark hair. She felt a tremor go through his body before he wrapped his arm around hers in hot Love and passion.

she whispered, barely audible. “This.” Kayla leaned in, her breath warm against Susan’s mouth, smelling of mint and something intoxicatingly feminine. Her lips, soft and full, pressed against Susan’s, a tentative exploration at first. Susan’s eyes fluttered shut, a silent surrender. Kayla’s kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, her tongue tracing the seam of Susan’s lips. Susan’s mouth parted on a soft moan, inviting the intrusion. Kayla’s tongue slipped inside.

His lips feel so soft, yet firm, sweet, and so perfect. He bites my bottom lip softly, trailing his tongue across my lips, making an involuntary moan escape. I part my lips, and he quickly invades my mouth, running his tongue softly over mine. God...I knew it. His lips are divine, his kiss is sweet and sensual. I just knew he had to be an amazing kisser.