Oliver Felicity Kiss Novels & Stories

I beamed into his bright green eyes and took a still breath before speaking. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready,” I told him, placing my hands on his shoulders and drawing his lips near to mine. Slowly, like the setting sun and the ocean horizon, our lips came together on his island. The soft scent of a tropical island, the waves, and the beach mingled with his cologne and I knew that I would forever be in love with his island kisses.

But her boyfriend just waved her on. "Go on Babe," Cedric said, "Show him what you've got." Collins stood up and turned to face Melvin. He sat back and let her lean forward. Her long blonde hair hung in curtains around her adorable face. Her thick, oh-so-kissable lips slowly lowered down and then pressed against his own. That kiss from Felicia , this was not. Collins kept her mouth tightly cinched and pressed down almost too hard, as if trying to grind Melvin down with her teeth.

He felt his head swell like he was going to explode, his whole body was tingling and his little brother was so hard and throbbing, he wanted to fix it in her, he so want to enter her now. He raised his head from her neck and kissed her lips, he sucked on her upper lip before her lower one, his tongue sunk into her already opened mouth as she released little moans into his mouth. His tongue searched her mouth, wanting to suck out all the sweetness in her. He had known her lips were good for kissing when he kissed her in the church but he wasn't able to savor her then. Felicity felt like she was going to die in his arms, what is he doing to her? Aunt Katy never told her about this.

“If anything, you're too good.” I let out a nervous breath that sounded almost like a giggle. “You're okay with dating a girl with about three hundred dollars in her bank account? It's going to make it a little tough for me to split the bill at the opera.” He grinned. “The guy's supposed to pay anyway on a date.” I wasn't sure if he kissed me, or if I kissed him. Either way, our lips connected just the way they were supposed to. It was the sweetest kiss I had ever had. It was love.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

“You felt it, Elena. Same as me. That wasn’t just a kiss. It was...” “Stop.” She leaned forward, so close I could smell her perfume: jasmine, warm and dizzying. Her breath hitched, betraying her. “You don’t get to rewrite this. You bet on me like I was a horse at the track. You don’t get to pretend it’s love now.”

I let out a slow breath, trying to steady myself, but my thoughts were all over the place and none of it felt real yet. “Aria!” I turned at the sound of my name and saw Sophia walking quickly toward me, her expression a mix of shock and excitement. “What was that?” she asked, slightly out of breath. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “You just kissed a random guy.” “I know.” “In front of Ethan.” “I know.” She stared at me for a moment like she was trying to process everything she had just seen. “That was insane,” she said finally. I let out a small laugh, even though nothing about tonight felt funny. “Yeah.” There was a pause before she leaned in slightly and said, “But also… kind of iconic.”