Nose Kisses Novels & Stories

Pankaj kissed her both cheeks and nose, he filled the promise he did to him., and gave punishment his kitten also. His kitten is still standing in position When I kissed her she blinks her eyelashes quickly and tries to push away my hand, but I pulled her close and loosened a little grip on her mouth, her softs lips touch my palm, and my breath got stuck there only, I don't know what is going on with me?? But I'm feeling nice, then I kissed her cheeks and nose quickly and moved away from her and sat on the couch

Dmitri nuzzles his nose against hers and kisses her squarely on the lips. A warm mist starts to swirl around them as they engage in a slow, passionate kiss. Roseanne moans when his tongue brushes hers in a delicate manner, lightly pecking her. He pushes her against a rock and lifts her to wrap her legs against his while his lips are busy exploring hers, caressing every bit of it.

“I’m not betting on how the date is going to end, if that’s what this is going to be about.” “No, actually, I was going to bet you twenty bucks that I could kiss you without using my lips.” Her nose crinkled up as she frowned. “That’s impossible. You can’t kiss someone without using your lips,” she countered. I waited, letting her think about it while silently praying she hadn’t seen this trick before. “Alright, yeah, I’ll take that bet,” she suddenly agreed, smiling confidently.

I kissed her nose because I couldn't resist. "Stop talking and show me." Smartass!

I don’t think Nate knew what he was asking. I began to shake my head no. “I won’t kiss you on the lips.” “Just a peck?” He was trying to negotiate. “Maybe you could kiss me on the hand,” I countered, and waved my hand in front of his face. He shook his head. I could almost feel Kimia’s eyes flitting back and forth between us. “One kiss, on the lips. At the end of the night.” He was standing firm. I needed to bring out my big guns.

He offered and I gave him my nod. I don't know why he always kissing me. He kissed my with his tongue and on my forehead. The forehead kisses were normal but those kisses with tongue is obviously not. Mom said it is only for those people who love each other or in a relationship. But me and him were not in relationship. I am literally confused on how should I address those kisses of him and how I should see them. I just knew that I do love them and I will be sad if one day, Icki will stop.

"You're surprised right. Then forget it." I got rejected? Is this how Naira rejects someone. She looked straight ahead again. Just a fraction of a second the person did that, I reflexively pulled his neck and kissed. Just as he said. The difference is my goal is not my cheeks, let alone lips. A kiss on the forehead. *** ~ Naira Audzrilla ~ "Kiss Me." I said that knowing the person I was dealing with was Neron Wardana. I could say that I have a lot of faith in this person.

I kissed his left cheek, ” love,” I moved to his right one, ” you,” I pecked the tip of his nose. I didn’t think it was possible to grin this wide until I saw him. His perfect set of teeth proudly showing off. He titled his head to a side and sighed in pure content.

Hayden lets out a low chuckle. "Someone's feeling affectionate this morning," he murmurs, his voice hoarse from lack of sleep. Nora doesn't stop. She keeps repeating the word. "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" Every time she says it, she gives him another sloppy kiss on his cheek, his chin, and even his nose. Hayden doesn't even try to wipe them off. He just sits there, letting her cover his face in toddler kisses, a small, helpless smile on his lips. My heart feels like it might burst.

Then, with a determined exhale, I closed the distance. Nico's lips met mine in a collision of surprise and delight. The kiss, unexpected and raw, was a jolt of electricity that sent shivers down my spine. The world around me dissolved, replaced by the taste of cherry chapstick and the scent of Nico's cologne, a comforting familiarity that sent my head spinning. His arms snaked around my waist, pulling me closer, I melted into his embrace. The kiss, no longer hesitant, was a symphony of unspoken confessions. His tongue explored mine, a gentle dance that spoke volumes of the emotions we had both held captive.