Love Of Kiss の小説・ストーリー

I was laid down on the bed, him on top of me, he hovered over me, gazing down "I love you." He whispered huskily as I pulled him down to me, shushing him with a passionate long kiss, I knew what I was doing, I love Kyle, I love his touches, I love the sound of his breath especially when he is breathing next to my neck, it tickles me to that extent I feel myself getting wet. I knew he wanted me just as much as I wanted him, as he pressed his body into mine, he broke away and peppered kisses down my jaw and neck. "You’re right, I feel relieved." He huskily whispered to my skin. That tickle made me wanna run mad, he is all I ever wanted, his voice alone sent chills to spike throughout my body.

He reaches down, wrapping his hand around my leaking dick as both of us chase our highs. "Cum for me baby!" he growls with one final hard thrust before emptying himself inside of me as I spray both of our chests with my cum. He slowly drops my legs as he leans down to kiss me hard. "I love you baby" he says in between kisses "I love you more Malachi" I whisper out as I catch my breath. After a few minutes we slowly pull apart letting his cum drop out onto his new desk. He grabs some wipes and cleans me up before taking care of himself.

He slowly leans in and places his lips on mine moving it quickly, his hand on my cheek. This kiss is so gross, but I'm tipsy as fuck so I don't care at this point. The kiss lasted for about 10 seconds then I pulled away. I open my eyes to look at him and his cheeks are red. Aw he has a little crush, well he's going to get over it soon because I don't feel the same way. I look over to see Gina smirking, then to see Heaven... mad? Her face looks disgusted and I don't blame her, the kiss was gross.

There was no sound save from the sound of the music, echoing faintly from the party scene which was barely heard. They stared at each other amid the darkness, the sound of their heart thump-thump as their emotions arose rapidly, then George held her face and kissed her passionately. “I love you very much, Nasha. I have been thinking about you for the past few days. Please, be my girlfriend, I promise to protect you!” A sonorous voice cried out. She hastily unlocked her lips from his’ as if she was being stung by a bee then said, “I’m afraid, I don’t think that I can do this. I just can’t…”

His touch was careful, deliberate, and carried a depth of love that seemed to plea for something beyond mere physical intimacy. There was a softness in every movement of his lips, a subtlety that spoke volumes. Each kiss felt like an expression of a profound emotion, an unspoken longing, and a sincere desire to connect on a level that transcended the immediate moment. His lips conveyed a story, a narrative of patience, care, and a fervent plea for understanding and acceptance.

It was a kiss of acceptance, a silent affirmation of our bond amidst the turmoil of past relationships. In that fleeting moment, my lips conveyed a gentle surrender to the love we shared, an acknowledgment of the solace and completeness he brought into my life. The kiss spoke of forgiveness, of letting go of past hurts and embracing the promise of our future together. As our lips intertwined, time seemed to stand still, enveloping us in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy. It was a kiss that whispered promises of unwavering devotion, of standing by each other through thick and thin. In that sweet embrace, I wanted Shlok to feel my love, melting away any lingering doubts or insecurities. It was a

We went from seeing each other every day to once every three months. Yet, every time he came back from a business trip, he would come home first and bring me a flower. And I would make him a simple bowl of noodle soup, just like I used to when we were kids. That day was just like any other. I made the noodles and waited for Felix to come home. I waited and waited, but instead, I got a call from the hospital. Time no longer mattered to Felix. Because my love was forever frozen at the age of 20.

After making sure she was asleep, he took out a little box from under his pillow. There was a ring inside. Its design was simple yet elegant. The details, in particular, whispered Damian's devotion. He took a deep breath and gently slipped the ring through Bella's ring finger. He watched it glimmer against her skin, his gaze growing soft. He kissed her fingertip lightly, as if worried she might wake up. "I love you, Bella Valdez," he whispered. Bella's exhale deepened momentarily before evening out again. Her face remained serene—no flicker of eyelids, no change in expression.

“I want you. All of you.” Their lips met in a kiss that was both passionate and tender, a culmination of weeks of tension, longing, and forbidden desire. Every nerve ignited, every heartbeat syncing with the other, as if the universe itself had paused to witness the connection between them. The heat of their embrace was intoxicating, raw, and undeniable, yet infused with love, trust, and the profound joy of finally being together without restraint.

he repeated while kissing my neck. "You lie about loving me," I said, he angrily looks at me before speaking. " you can't even imagine how much I love you, elina" and then he kissed me on the lips, running his tongue inside my mouth, I grip his shirt's collar pulling him more closer, our tongue was dancing in perfect rhythm, his hands were squeezing my hips, He lifts me from the floor without breaking the kiss I put my legs around his waist we were standing so close that even air can't pass through us.