Romans & histoires Kissing Stories

That means you don't have to go…" And the young man nodded and the girl kissed his lips so gently. She kissed him on the neck, she said into his ear, and embraced him. "I have never done it in a hospital bed." And smiling, Dean kissed her under a night sky. ~End~ Author’s Note: Next Story ‘The CEO's Wife’

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

KATHERINE “I love you, baby.” Jasper whispered, nuzzling closer to me, his kiss melting against my ear, his teeth grazing over my neck. I mewled, melting into his touch. “Do you really have to go?” I asked, stuttering out the words gently, rubbing my boobs against his chest, pressing hard on them. He nodded, letting his fingers slide past my thighs to stroke my clit over my panties. My pussy clenched, a tingle shooting down my spine in response to his touch.

“But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.” I stood, crushing the cigarette under my heel. Amara Voss. The Revenant. I didn’t care if she was a myth, monster, or martyr. I would find her. And if she wanted war, I’d give her one she’d never forget.

“Tell me what you want.” “Kiss me,” I said, pulling her close, our lips meeting in a slow, deep kiss, tongues exploring softly. She moaned, her hands cupping my breasts. Adam knelt beside me and kissed my neck. “Lie on your side, Kara. Let me hold you.” I did, spooning against him, his hard cock pressing against my ass. “You feel so good,” I whispered, reaching back to stroke him. He eased inside me slowly, his length filling me inch by inch, stretching me out.

As soon as the doors closed, Grandma was all over me, pushing me up against the wall as she kissed me. We both moaned as we shared a hot and passionate kiss. I've kissed a number of girls before, and some of them were quite good, quite skillful, but they were nothing compared to the way Grandma was kissing me. As our tongues rolled together and our lips pressed against each other's, her kiss had a certain longing, a certain pure sexual hunger to it that I'd never experienced before, and it was wonderful. Perhaps it was all because she had been a widow for a long while now, I could not tell. She drew back for a second and I saw the lust in her vivid blue eyes as she looked into mine, and then

“Not as obligations. Or someone else living in someone skin, Not as contracts, or as people forced together by circumstances and enemies.” My heart was pounding now. “No lies,” he said starring into my eyes, like he was trying to read it, No secrets. No ghosts standing between us. No one to fight. No one to prove anything to.” His voice softened. “Just us.” The room went very still. I didn’t let him finish anything else. I leaned forward and kissed him. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t desperate. It was certain. I poured every yes, every forgiveness, every hope I still had into that kiss. My hands slid into his hair, and he inhaled sharply against my mouth like he’d been holding his breath for a

She pushed the lamb around with her fork, barely tasting the one bite she forced down. Dante ate with precise, unhurried movements. The rhythm of his knife slicing through meat, the deliberate clink of his fork against porcelain, was maddeningly calm. It was as though nothing in the world could disturb him. Finally, his voice broke the silence. “Do you know why I demanded that kiss from you?” Her fork froze midway to her mouth. She set it down carefully, her throat tightening. “Because you enjoy controlling people?” A chuckle rumbled low in his chest. “Control is useful, yes. But a kiss…” He leaned back, his eyes glinting. “A kiss doesn’t lie. Your lips tell me more than your words ever will

I had my first kiss with him, my first sex which I still remember vividly. I still remember the day we first met. I think it was love at first sight. He made me feel so many things at once and he still makes me feel the same way. We first started as best friends. He was so caring, respectful and handsome. A perfect gentleman. Everything was going well until Ade decided to end our relationship because of a silly mistake. But now I am going to get him back. He belongs to me. ****

“Let me show you.” Before she could think, his mouth was on hers. The kiss was hungry, demanding. His tongue pushed past her lips, tasting her like he owned her already. Emma whimpered softly, her hands gripping his shirt. She had kissed boys before, but never like this. Never with someone who kissed like he was starving. Jake lifted her easily, sitting her on the green felt of the pool table. He spread her legs and stepped between them, grinding his hard bulge against her panties. “Fuck, you’re innocent, aren’t you?” he murmured against her neck, sucking lightly. “Still a virgin?”