Old And Young Kissing Novels & Stories

He moved closer and held my chin. Indulging each moment, he lifted my chin and snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me close. I let out a gasp as I looked at his eyes; clouded by crepuscular feelings. Time passes slowly as if it has stopped. He moved closer and our lips brushed against each other. My dried lips made contact with his delicate lips as he kissed me. My first kiss to a guy who is almost a decade older than me.

They had been ignoring it for a year now. They leaned in for the kiss. They pressed their lips against each other and pulled away. Their lips tingled with just the light kiss. They pressed their chest together and they looked at eachother. Both of them smiled giddily, like two high schooler who had just shared their first kiss. They leaned in for another kiss. June held Samuel's hair and pulled it, as Samuel's hand traveled inside June's shirt. Their clumsy kiss made their teeth clash against each other but they soon got into their rhythm.

Christopher smiled back and took the other guy’s hand before pulling him close and kissing him. On the mouth. “Oh,” I said, drawing to a stop. Oh, no. Christopher Elton was already taken.

"What can I do to make you feel better?" The older's eyes dropped down from Nathan’s eyes to his lips, licking his own before he gazed back up to the other through his long lashes. "Kiss me." He whispered. Nathan chuckled slightly, his hand going to Ivan’s chin to slowly guide his mouth to his, their lips touching softly whilst the older's eyes fluttered shut. Their lips moved slowly, barely even touching but only softly grazing against the each other's, the younger's large hand gently going down the side of his neck and pulling him closer by the back of his head, his thumb caressing the fading hickeys on his skin.

“You’re not old enough for hard liquor.” His words stung, though I knew he was just stating a fact. My lips parted, ready to snap at him, but before I could, he suddenly cupped my head in his hand, pulling me closer. The kiss was gentle at first, tentative, as if testing the waters. His eyes searched mine for something—permission, perhaps. I rose on my tiptoes, meeting him halfway, the gesture silent but clear. Then he kissed me properly, his mouth coaxing mine open, his tongue finding mine with slow, deliberate care. The taste of whisky flooded my senses, but it was nothing compared to the heat building in my chest from the kiss. It wasn’t just the alcohol that was intoxicating—it was him.

“We’ve faced everything together. This won’t be any different. Our love is strong enough to see us through.” Sylvester’s fingers traced a tender line down her cheek before gently pulling her into a kiss. The kiss was slow and lingering, a silent vow of their unbreakable bond. Their lips met with a deep, passionate intensity that spoke volumes of their love and longing. It was a kiss that conveyed both their fears and their hopes, a promise that they would face the coming trials united.

He kissed me passionately, with surprisingly gentleness and care, very different from the way he kissed me previously. It's like he doesn't know how to love but his actions tell me otherwise, his kisses at this moment scream love at all. The way he held my waist, it's sending butterflies to my stomach. I know we're too old for that but whenever it's him, i think everything feels normal and right. Like every moment feels perfect and i need to cherish it, or at least wish to stop the time which is beyond our reality. His lips left mine, our nose touched, breaths exchanged. He cupped my face, we were both panting.

He reached across the table, brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “I love you,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I nodded. “I know,” I whispered back. “I love you too. Even when I didn’t know how to.” He leaned forward then, kissed my forehead. And for a moment, there was no past, no pain, no time. Just us. Two people in the middle of growing old. Still choosing each other. Still surviving together. Still learning how to be whole.

Kath held me by my hips, we were dancing to the sounds of the chirping birds. "I like old things, and people," I suppressed my laughter when she frowned at me. "I'm not that old," She protested which made me laugh even more. "WHat? I like oldies, they're too cute when they get mad." She pouted her lips. I leaned and capture it for a mischievous kiss until the frowns on her face disappear.

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.