Nose Kisses Name Novels & Stories

He swung his arms and grinned at every kid he passed like he was arriving at a parade. At the classroom door he hugged Dominic tight around the neck, then turned to me, grabbed my face in both his little hands and kissed my nose. "Bye mummy," and just like that he was gone, running to his friends without a single look back. Dominic stared after him. "He didn't even say a proper goodbye." "He kissed my nose." "I got a neck hug." "The neck hug was very loving, Dom." He looked at me with a straight face. "I want a nose kiss."

"Read it after I'm on the plane." I nodded weakly. The attendant was calling out again. Dean swallowed hard. He ran his fingers down my hair, the crooked smile I loved crossing his face. He cupped my chin in his fingers and kissed me. I breathed him in. He smelled like soap and sunshine. His mouth was warm and minty. A small patch of beard he missed shaving scratched at my cheek. His hands were strong as he pulled me into him for this one last kiss.

"Especially with Kisses Junior." I burst into laughter as I shook my head. "We are not naming her that!" He smirked as he leaned forward and peppered my neck with kisses. "It's perfect, like her mother." I slid my fingers around his neck and into the hair behind his head. I turned my neck, allowing him more access as he raised my arousal with every touch. "Absolutely not.' He trailed a line of kisses from my neck to my lips. He gave me a long, slow kiss before pulling back slightly. "Do you know why melons have weddings, Kisses?"

Said the beautiful-faced girl who turned out to be named Gladis, Nosa's lover. Gladis then brought her face closer to Nosa's and kissed her cheek. Nosa gasped a little, not expecting to be given a kiss. Not much different, Gladis was surprised by Nosa's unusual attitude. In fact, usually Nosa will kiss her cheek back. But this time it seemed as if Nosa was trying to avoid Gladis's kiss. "What's wrong with you, honey?" Gladis asked with furrowed brows. “Oh, nothing. Just shocked. Have been waiting long? " Asked Nosa trying to change the subject.

Noah found a way to create a discussion. “White and pink,” I scratched my head, ashamed for not knowing any flower names. “Okay,” he smirked. “Roses only, or you want something else?” “Roses is great!” I bent my head shyly. “There is the place.” I pointed to a small café on the other side of the street. I hoped its cozy, private tables would provide me with the needed space to steal a kiss. When we entered, the scent of freshly baked cookies and coffee invaded my nostrils.

I kissed her neck and whispered dirty things in her ears. She moaned in pleasure as I kissed her neck, trailing kisses until I got to my cleavage. I kissed the swell of her breast until I got to the middle part. I kissed everywhere else except her nipples and she moaned in pleasure. I kissed the two breasts, fondling and kissing them like little children. 'I'll name this one Fiona,' I said, kissing her right breast. I trailed kisses to the second one. 'I'll call this one Tarzana,' I said and bit her nipples.

As my lips graze his skin, I see goosebumps break out along his neck. He smiles, his hand sliding to the small of my back. “My name’s Mike,” he says, voice low and rumbling through his chest. Before I can react, he closes the distance between us and kisses me. His lips are soft, tasting faintly of cherry and mint—sweet but strange. When he pulls back, he flashes me that devastating smile again, and somehow, I smile back my lips tingle, and my tongue feels momentarily numb. Something about his name registers as familiar, but I seem unable to grasp it. Zanthe snarls in my mind, but the kiss didn’t feel invasive, it felt… nice. Maybe not as toe curling as Max’s kisses, but still it was nice.

“The prince is giving Christmas kisses under the mistletoe! I’m definitely claiming mine.” She came running over, pushed Nancy to the side and kissed Keion on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, Keion.” He wished her a merry Christmas and mentally grit his teeth as several other girls from their year group, formed a line and either took kisses or gave them depending on how much they’d had to drink and how cognizant they were of the liberty they were taking with the oldest child of their Alphas Msia and Kaliah Hamadi.

When I was breathing normally again, he asked " what?" "Uhhhh, my drugs are with you" "Really?" I nodded "Ah! You said you're gonna show me what a kiss is when we get back here" Good, I remembered the word! ,"Really? You want me to show you what a kiss is?" I nodded again. "Now?" I nodded. Why is this suddenly feeling weird? "Alright Maid, this is a kiss. But unfortunately, there are many types of kisses. There's a normal kiss, there are rough kisses, sensual kisses, french kisses, and all at the same time"

I close my eyes and kissed her back till our kiss deepened. "Babe" she moaned my name and pull my head closer. "Rose" I muttered, she suddenly stopped on kissing me so I opened my eyes and it grow bigger as I saw Nathashia's face. I tried to myself chill and thankfully I did " Nathashia what's wrong?" Asking her like I did nothing "Rose? Really? Who is she? Why would you call that name when you're kissing me" she exclaimed, right she's mad. "Rose? She? It's a flower's name. I called you Rose because your mouth smelled like a Rose. You know Rose is my favorite flower" I explained looking at her with a question look hoping inside that she would bite my excuse.