Kissing Softly Novels & Stories

I said, the word a soft invitation. He let out an amused laugh, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated through me. "We'll get nowhere with that bet, Roxy," he said, his voice husky. "Because I can't resist kissing you anyway." And then he closed the distance between us, slowly...deliberately. His lips met mine, languid and soft, a gentle exploration that promised everything. One hand rested on the table beside me, his fingers flat against the cool surface, while the other skirted my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, a slow, intoxicating dance that chased away all thoughts of work, of trouble, of anything but him.

“Do you remember the anagrams in the pinball machine? Words are traps for ideas. I don’t need to say them because you already know.” “How will I know if you don’t say them?” “Because it’s our hearts that are speaking to each other.” “I see…” Sasha blushed. Normally timid, this time he bent down slightly to kiss Aki on the forehead. Aki closed her eyes at the gentle, cold touch of his lips. “You tell me this now?” she whispered. Afterwards, they both walked out of the antechamber into separate rooms and their shy glances over their shoulders were the last they ever saw of each other.

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.

Slowly, I extended my kiss to his ear and whispered softly. "Neil, don't be afraid. It's okay. I'll be gentle, I won't force you." "Okay." This time, I aimed for his cheek with the same gentle pressure and rhythm, but instead of a fleeting touch, I softly kissed and drew on it. His supple and elastic skin responded to the teasing pressure of my lips. Neil felt a slight tickle and turned his head, finding himself face to face with me. Excitement surged through me; my lips curved slightly upward as I leaned in to kiss his lips.

he softly told me before kissing me. His hands are all over my body, touching me softly, and it’s driving me crazy. The sparks I feel when we touch are deeper, and it feels so amazing I could lose myself to them. I feel him kiss suck and nibble my neck and shoulder, and I close my eyes.

he said softly. Our first real kiss was slow, almost reverent. His lips brushed mine gently, testing, savoring. I melted into it, tilting my head as he deepened the kiss with careful patience. His mouth was warm, tasting faintly of the iced coffee from earlier. He took his time, sucking lightly on my lower lip, then soothing it with his tongue. I sighed into him, one hand sliding into his messy hair.

And then, I slowly pulled her face close to me and planted my lips on her forehead, kissing her forehead just to calm her. As I did that, she looked at me. I smiled and then, I went close to her slowly. Our breaths touched each other's skin, explaining the closeness we were experiencing at that time. I closed my eyes, just to feel the moment and I knew she would have done that too. And then, our lips touched. And then, we kissed, slowly and softly. There was passion, but there had this certain softness in the kiss, a feeling of longing.

Their conversation flowed like a symphony, their souls intertwining in a harmonious dance. Lost in the throes of passion in his embrace, she whispered, "Kiss me, Sonu, and let's make this moment last forever." Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss, sealing their commitment and igniting a fire that would burn brightly throughout their journey. "Kiss me here, Sonu." Maria gestured at her cleavage; her voice filled with desire. Sonu's eyes widened as he leaned in, bringing his face into the valley between her breasts and kissing her flesh with a passionate touch. As they pressed closer together, Maria gasped, whispering, "Oh, Sonu, make me yours completely."

he whispered, too softly that I thought a feather was touching me. I gulped and didn't answer because my voice might tremble. My eyes immediately closed as I felt his soft lips brush mine. A lone tear fell on my eyes as he kissed my lips tenderly. His kisses are soft, slowly brushing his lips onto mine. I expected his kisses to be wild and rough, but somehow, I enjoyed being kissed this way. We were both breathing heavily when he stopped kissing me. My eyes remained closed as I felt his hot breath touching my lips. When I opened my eyes, I noticed a small smile on his lips, like he was enjoying watching me.

He squeezed possessively. Lila tilted her face upward. Marcus smiled down at her, his eyes dark with lust, and leaned in. Their lips met in a soft kiss that quickly turned hungry. She felt tiny and protected in his powerful arms as their tongues danced, tasting each other deeply. Her heart raced, pounding in her chest. The kiss grew urgent, wet, and desperate. Soft whimpers escaped her throat as she pressed her full breasts against him, her hard nipples dragging across his skin.