Love New Kiss Style Novels & Stories

“Remember that kissing isn’t just a kiss. It’s a way for you to tell and make someone feel how much I love him or her.” I traveled my hand to his waist while not taking the gaze away from his eyes. “We’re not in love but you should make me feel love even though you don’t.” My hands went up into his chest and I caressed it softly. “Explore. Touch every part of her body as if you’ve known every curve of them for a long time.” I close the only space between us and slightly brush my lips into him. “You shouldn’t rush everything because it’s more noticeable if you taste every moment like eating a lollipop, the lollipop doesn’t run out quickly, that’s why you get the taste of it, that’s why lollip

"And then he cums all over my tits before sliding down between my open thighs and eats me out until I climax." "No we ain't done and you are not getting free... not yet anyway." Lini gasps in mock horror and begins to playfully beg to be untied. He ignores her playful demands, before cutting them off completely by lowering his mouth to hers. They begin a long, slow and exceedingly passionate kiss. Their tongues slip out and intertwine like a pair of horny snakes. Jimmy never knew the "French style" of kissing could be so utterly delightful.

I love you guys so much, kisses and hugs. RARE

As the sunlight danced across Krystal's face, Adrian leaned in, closing the distance between them, and planted a tender kiss upon her lips. The kiss carried the essence of their love, a delicate blend of affection, passion, and sweet devotion. It started softly, a gentle exploration of each other's lips, the warmth spreading from their mouths to envelop their entire beings. As the intensity grew, their lips moved in perfect sync, a symphony of desire that resonated within their souls.

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.

He took this opportunity and gained entry into my mouth, and I couldn't control it any longer. I kissed him back with the same passion. I could feel his smirk against my lips. My hands moved to his black hairs, and I pulled them. The kiss was so different from the punishing kiss he gave me eight years ago. I had never been kissed like this before because he kissed me last time out of anger. But this time, he is kissing me like I'm delicate glass doll. I like it. I like this feeling. This is my true first kiss with my true love. Butterflies were flying in my stomach. We are kissing passionately.

Daring myself not to blink, in a bid not to lose a single second of staring into these beauties. He places his second hand on my waist, and I gulp as he moves closer to me. Butterflies erupt in my chest as he brings his lips in contact with mine, and I don't wait a second before accepting his kiss. I take hold of his shoulders and relinquish myself into this demanding kiss. I kiss him passionately, hoping this kiss forces my lips to tell the tales of love I have for him. Tales my lips refused to deliver in words. I let out soft moans of pleasure as Damon's tongue begins to work wonders. Soon his hands begin to travel all over my body, and I don't stop him.

There my very first love-kiss! Chelsea nodded her head but her eyes dropped to my lips. "Sophie?" "Yes?" I whispered, Chelsea reached for my hand. She started tracing patterns on the back with her fingertip. Can I....can I kiss you again?" I swallowed feeling butterflies in my stomach. You want to kiss me again.... already?" Chelsea nodded her head. "I've always wanted to kiss you. And well you're mine now and I liked it. I liked kissing you. You tasted like sugar."

she whispered, her voice barely louder than the tide, yet it carried an incredible weight. I didn't answer with words. I stepped into her space, my hands finding her waist, pulling her flush against my chest. The touch was electric, a sudden release of all the built-up tension, the trauma of the past year, and the profound relief of finally being safe. When my lips met hers, the kiss wasn't gentle—it was deep, hungry, and full of a fierce possession that we no longer had to hide. [LEXIE NGUYEN]

So the face she opted to kiss back meant she didn’t care and wanted this distraction. I knew the kiss would only distract her for so long. Until then, I’m going to enjoy it. For once, our kiss wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t in the heat of the moment or angry as the previous had been. This was more like what you’d expect from a first real kiss between lovers. It was passionate, not in the hate fucking way, but something more profound.