One Direction Harry And Louis Kiss の小説・ストーリー

I keep walking, my feet stepping on stones, on branches, and everything there is on the bottom, and soon, I’m right behind him. I wrap my hands around his torso and lean my forehead on his back. It’s quiet, the only sound is the wind touching the water and our breathing. “You're a fucking liar, McDavid. “I whisper, “It's damn cold. “ “Yeah?” He says and still doesn't move. I stand on my toes, my feet digging in the mud on the bottom. “Yes,” I say quietly and kiss his neck. And then Kyle turns around, confusion is written all over his face.

No, this is heaven, I decided, losing the rest of my thoughts to his gentle lips and tongue. I sighed with contentment when he pulled away. His kisses were magical. He grinned at me. “You ready?” I nodded. “Yup.” “First, we'll go to our knees,” he explained. “Find the sweet spot, where the balance is best.” “That's what she said,” I quipped. Bastian burst out laughing, stopping in his demonstration and nearly falling into the water. “Just get up on your knees,” he told me, splashing water at me with his hands.

The smile spreading across his face tells me everything I need to know: we are going to be happy. The crowd cheers. I can hear my little brother whooping and Lucas’s distinctive, annoying wolf whistle he enjoys using. They are happy for us. We part from our kiss, breathless and grinning. The crowd is still cheering. Noah takes my hand and raises it up in victory. We have made it. The crowd roars even louder. My brother starts imitating Lucas's whistle technique. Together we hurry down the aisle. We escape to a quiet spot just off the path, and Noah pulls me in for another kiss. This one is ours. We take our time, enjoying our moment away from prying eyes and cheers. There will be many more k

Louis said softly, brushing a stray hair from her face. The moment hung heavy, and before Sophie could respond, Louis closed the distance, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss deepened, their connection igniting a passionate exchange neither seemed willing to break. As they parted, Sophie gasped softly, her cheeks flushed. Louis held her close, his voice a whisper against her ear. “Stay with me, Sophie. Don’t let go.” Sophie’s heart raced, her arms tightening around him. In her darkness, Louis felt like a rare light, someone who could understand her.

he said, appeasing Nadine’s sentiments. The latter smiled and pulled him for a kiss. “I love you!” Nadine exclaimed, licking her bottom lip after pulling away from the kiss. Harry’s breath hitched. His gaze moved to Nadine’s chest before he pushed her on the wall. “You’re tempting me, baby. I told you not to do that,” he whispered, kissing and sucking on her neck, leaving a mark. Nadine let out a moan while wrapping her leg up to Harry’s waist. The atmosphere changed as they closed the gap between their bodies. She bit her lip hard when Harry’s hand slid inside her pants.

Brooklyn said. Harry nodded stiffly. "For now, yes." "I don't want it to get stronger," Brooklyn said, "because even now I want to kiss you." "Go inside and that will happen," Harry said and raised his eyebrow. "I'm not going inside, not just because you told me to," Brooklyn said and and grabbed Harry's collar and pulled him close enough so she could crash her lips to his. Harry wrapped his arms around Brooklyn and held her close. Their lips moved in sync and they were letting out their frustrations. Brooklyn moaned quietly and felt herself get pushed up against Harry's car. She held onto Harry for support, her fingernails digging into his biceps.

I rasp, and he hums silently. "What are you doing?" I asked in a whisper. "I'm about to punish you for tricking me," he says in the same tone, and my breath hitches. "How are you going to do that?" I ask. "Like this," his lips crash against mine immediately, and they both mould into one. Harry and I have kissed before, countless times since we got back together. But nothing like this. Our other kisses were hurried and fast. This one is slow and unforgiving.

"For tonight's King and Queen Party, you are required to... kiss each other!" This is crazy. Aslena really couldn't move. Everyone cheered urging them to kiss each other immediately. But Aslena and Benny couldn't do anything at all. The two of them just looked at each other, confused and doubtful. Aslena would not start. He shook his head, signaling Benny not to kiss. Unfortunately, unexpectedly, Benny suddenly stepped forward. One step..., two steps..., then Benny grabbed Aslena by the waist to close the distance between them. Aslena didn't have time to fight back against Benny's sudden movement. When their faces were only two inches apart, it took three seconds for their eyes to meet.

I deepen the kiss, my tongue brushing against hers softly. I can still taste the whiskey on her breath, and mixed with the taste of her, it makes for my new favorite drink. My hand slides from her cheek and curls in the strands of her brown, silky hair, and I tighten my grip on it. The pressure on her scalp makes her moan into my mouth, and I smirk into the kiss before deepening it. Letting my tongue brush up against hers. And with a gentle hold on her hair, I am able to keep her where I want her while I kiss her.

"Fashion thing. Anya will tell you what and…what to not say." Another kiss, softer. "But I prefer you be quiet. Be sweet like when you're not being difficult." Louis stood there frozen as Lorenzo kissed his hair and his ear and the corner of his mouth. "We will smile for cameras," Lorenzo continued, his voice gentle now, almost tender. "We will hold hands. We look like happy husbands." He pulled back and looked at Louis's face. "Can you do that?" Louis didn't answer. Lorenzo kissed his forehead. "Good."