Nose Kisses Novels & Stories

But why? Nothing made sense! He must think she's crazy. Why did she say that? She smacked her face inward. Jasmine decided to push all these silly thoughts away. She swirled, making herself face him, and he pulled her closer by grabbing her waist. Still, they were not close enough for his liking, so he leaned in for a kiss. Because of the height difference, Jasmine had to stand on her toes. However, with lips inches apart and about to touch, Something soft, cold, and wet fell on Keith's nose.

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.

He covers the space between us, presses a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Who says you aren’t?”

he said and then moved closer to kiss my cheek. " You know it's the forehead or head people usually kiss, Nate" He smirked and said " well your forehead is too strong, I need something softer" " Asshole!" I said as I threw a pillow at him, he dodged it and grinned before he stuck his tongue out and I smiled. " Good night," he said before he left.

With a soft, understanding sigh, I surrendered and let him take total lead. He cupped my face gently, nuzzling his nose against mine, which coaxed a small, breathless giggle out of me. Then, slowly, with agonizing softness, he finally connected our lips. The kiss was incredibly sweet, free from rushed lust, and filled with a deep, pure love. He savored the feeling of my lips against his before deepening the pressure. Every movement remained deliberate and teasing, yet entirely devoted.

Ignoring the shirt, I lifted my face to reach his nose, “May I, Justin?” He had gone serious, while slowly putting down the flap of his shirt without breaking eye contact. I again asked for his permission. After all, men should not be the only ones asking for consent, “Justin. May I?” He kept looking at me and then slowly he nodded his head. I was waiting for it. I went ahead and wiped his nose tip using my tongue. Taking my sweet time. Yup! I licked his nose, and a gush of excitement ran through me when I heard him indrawing a sharp breath.

At night I went to see Yoké. He was already there by the tree waiting for me when I crossed the yard. As soon as I got to him, he started to kiss me. We kissed for a while and then he cupped my cheeks and brought his nose to mine. We shared a warm smile. He then swerved his nose against mine. "Why do you always do that?" I asked him. He smiled and put his arm around me, and we started walking. "I just enjoy doing it to you. Also, because I know you'll smile when I do it."

When he yank me back, my nose collides with his chest. Because of the ache from the bump on my nose, I rub it. I give him a harsh look, but I soon flush like a tomato when he squeezes my nose and kisses the tip. I just close my eyes because his lips were so soft, and I couldn't help but appreciate the feel of it. I lower my standing hairs on my skin by touching the back of my neck.

Our gazes locked, holding us in a breathless suspension. Slowly, I closed my eyes and leaned in, tilting my head to close the final inch between us. My aim was slightly off to the left, and the tip of my nose lightly brushed against his, a quiet chuckle escaping my lips at the clumsy angle. Even with his eyes closed, he must have felt the vibration of my smile against his skin. I adjusted my weight, tilting my head a bit more until our lips finally met in a soft, sweet, and lingering kiss.

He kissed the top of my head, and when I craned my neck to look at his face, he kissed the tip of my nose. “Did you know that I really like your nose?” he told me, kissing my nose again. “Do you think I’ll be prettier if I had more nose? Like ten noses? Here, here, here and here.” I said, pointing to my forehead, cheeks, and chin. He kissed my forehead, my cheeks, and my chin. “Sadly, you can only have five in your face, Cupcake.” He moved his head closer to my ears. “Where could the other noses be?” He whispered and then breathed on my skin.