Loud House Kisses Novels & Stories

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

Suddenly, he said to me, "Alisha, you are beautiful. Can you close your eyes? I want to kiss you." I felt a bit strange, but also very shy. However, Louie was my husband, and I shouldn't hesitate or shy away. So, suppressing my embarrassment, I grabbed my bathrobe with both hands and slowly closed my eyes. I felt exceptionally nervous, and my breath seemed to carry a hint of warmth. But after waiting for a while, there was no kiss from Louie. Just as I found it odd and was about to sneak a peek, I suddenly felt a terrifying aura. Then, I heard a loud shattering noise of glass, and a dark figure flashed before my eyes—it was Archie!

I tried to assure him. He pulled himself out of the hug, cupped my cheeks, and asked looking into my eyes “Serena if this is the last moment we have, what do you want to do?” “But this is not the last moment…” “I want to kiss you.” He cut me off. “Can I do it?” he licked his lips while keeping his gaze on mine. The way he said ‘Kiss' was enough to make any girl submit to him. I could not say I was an exception as his words aroused my feelings.

Especially when you're hiding a secret. ... Huxley leans over the gearshift of my black Honda giving me a slow soft kiss on the lips. "Thanks for humoring my friend?" I say when we part. I smile, turning off the car and waiting to get out, but I'm slowed by a second kiss. This one is bigger and more consuming than the first. Hidden away in the quiet section of the parking lot of my apartment, I'm not worried about someone being close. I lean into the kiss and pull at his shirt. My fingers work to undo the top button of Huxley's pants, pulling his shirt free.

A hoarse growl escaped his lips, and I savored the taste of his minty and sweet kiss, a familiar sensation I had experienced before. But now... there was something different. Something that hinted at a profound change. It was as if he wasn't the one kissing me. I was about to remove my blindfold when his hand gently stopped me, urging me to wait. I cleared my throat, ready to question him, but he silenced me with another passionate kiss. His lips caressed mine, eliciting a shiver that coursed through my entire being. The taste of his kiss seemed to search the depths of my soul, captivating me in an instant.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

Then the more he tried to stop, the more she pushed down his head and lips close the nipples. And when she became wet up, George moved into action as the sound of his strokes was loud enough to be heard by the neighbours. “Baby, ride me on…. Baby, you’re so sweet…” She whispered sweetly and he replied “I love you, Nasha. I love you”. Then he hastily drew out his thing from her when the liquid was about to drop and he kissed her forehead and fell out from her body as they gasped for air and finally fell asleep; with their hands clinched on each other.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

I stared at his perfect lips, wanting to kiss them, as they formed the words. “Yeah, well, I never said I was a good student.” The fingers of one of Noah’s hands made their way to my chin, moving me into a gentle, yet insistent kiss. The kiss deepened, my lips parting to give him more. His kiss was hot and deep, banishing every unhappy thought from my mind. He tucked his head, breaking the connection and allowing me to replenish the much needed oxygen for my aching body. I took an unsteady breath, keeping my eyes closed, feeling lightheaded and wonderful.