Kissing Softly Novels & Stories

she asked softly. "Powerful..." he said kissing her slowly.

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.

I said. Isa scoffed at me. "Then you should ask Rogie why he kissed you in that day." My brow knotted and before I could ask Isa again, I saw Rogie entering the classroom like a model. His hair danced through the cool breeze as he stalked his way towards his chair, lips crooked into a thin smile, hands inside his pockets, and wearing his uniform with a reddish stain. My lips parted when I noticed the strong smell of ketchup around the air.

The air around us seems charged with electricity and I begin to think, will he kiss me here, in front of everyone? “What is going on here?” I hear Ms. Azizen thunder as she marches into the room in a very un-ballerina-like manner. Our adoring audience scuffles into position but Adam holds my hand and raises it to his lips. Before I can let out a yelp of protest, he presses his lips to the back of my hand and staring deep into my eyes, he says, “You humble me, Gigi.” I open my mouth and close it again. I am giddy with euphoria and dizzy with love for this endearing boy standing in front of me. I wonder what he sees when he looks at me.

However, her focus was only on Asher, even though she was frightened and her body felt weak. "Lizzy, I love you so much." Asher tucked Cerise's long hair back. Cerise just looked at him innocently, no naughty look full of temptation that Lizzy gave him, and ended up kissing hot. Cerise just closed her eyes as she felt Asher's warm breath on her cheek. He stroked Lizzy's cheek and lowered her head even further. He pressed his lips to Lizzy's tiny red lips, which were stiff. Even though they often kiss, why is Lizzy so stiff?

Kola whispered. I closed my eyes as I felt his soft pink lips on mine. He was kissing me softly. He was slow and careful. His tongue traced my lower lip as I moaned slightly and his tongue slipped into my mouth. I coiled my hand round his neck as I started kissing him back. Tongues interwoven and we were kissing as if there was no else and trust FUTA, a rather large crowd had grown and people had wide eyes. "It took you long to admit it" Kola whispered as he broke away from the kiss.

I whisper, closing the distance. The kiss was urgent and soft, a clash of pent-up longing and gentle exploration. Sophie’s hands slid up my back, pulling me closer, while mine pressed to the sides of her face, framing her features as though I were afraid she’d disappear. Each brush of her lips, every soft sound she made, fed the fire inside me. We poured years of unspoken yearning into that embrace, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world—two halves finally meeting in a tender and electric moment.

His dark blue boxer-briefs strained at the seams to control his manhood. He dropped slowly to his knees in front of me, and I rested my fingertips on the muscles of his broad shoulders. He looked up at me, dark eyes burning, as he slowly took my breast in his mouth. I gasped as he surrounded the pink nub of my nipple with warmth. He kissed the soft flesh, nipping gently, making me arch my back and moan.

He kisses me, fiery, passionate, and demanding. "Mekayla." He softly whispers my name; I smile, my heart flutters at his voice. His touch sends warm ripples of shock through my body, thinning the air in my lungs. His gaze falls down to my lips, parted and full, waiting to be kissed. In slow motion, he bends toward me, closing his eyes to caress my mouth with his own. A weak gasp escapes me. With a fierce hold, he cups the back of my neck and kisses me deeply, gently; he is possessive in his touch. His fingers twine in my hair, desperate to explore.

I boldly state; not waiting for her answer, I start moving my lips breath by breath closer to hers. The moment our lips touch, the world vanishes in an instant. Her lips are softer than I ever imagined, and she tastes even sweeter than heaven. My lips are firm against hers, but the kiss remains soft, gentle, and slow. We hold it for a few seconds before our lips begin to move in perfect sync. My eyes fall closed, and all I could feel was her. Her warmth, her touch, her being.