Our First Kiss In The Living Room Novels & Stories

All bullshit, of course. But it wasn’t like we could tell the masses that we had actually met in the waiting room of a sperm bank. “And your first kiss? When did that happen?” “It was during a picnic by the lake just over there,” Isaac said smoothly, pointing to the body of water that could be seen through the window from where we were sitting. “Her idea, actually. She’d packed this ridiculous amount of food, probably enough to feed ten people.” I blinked in surprise. We certainly hadn’t kissed then—hadn’t kissed ever, actually, even though his fingers had been inside me once—but it was a brilliant repurposing of the afternoon we’d spent in the sunshine.

I beamed, as he broke the kiss leaving me to catch my breath, while he nibbled on my earlobe. “I want you,” he rasped, locking gaze with me, and my inside jerked in excitement as I saw the desires in his eyes, and before he could mutter another word, my shirt went over my head, leaving me in my bra, and flair skirt. “Then have me,” I said, and I kissed him again, but this time the kiss was rough as we hurriedly took off our clothes. In no time, I was naked under him on the sofa, but I didn't mind since that wasn't the first time we would have sex in the living room.

Their first kiss which they had shared in the church. " In the church. That was our first kiss. I was mad at him, can't remember the reason now but we fought and I went straight to the church to calm myself. I had not expected him to come after me. We were on our knees praying at least I was praying when I suddenly felt his lips on mine," Butterflies danced in her stomach as she recalled that glorious moment. She can never forget their first kiss, the sensations that had wrecked her body. "Whoa..In the church? Some perverts you two are...but it's kinda hot too," Mendy remarked. Serena smiled in response, feeling a blush tinting her cheeks.

Then he reached for me. The first kiss carried less patience than the previous nights. I met it with the same heat. He walked me backward into the living room and stripped the dress from my body with steady hands. When I was bare he lifted me onto the same table he had used the first time and pushed my thighs apart. He did not go to his knees. He freed his cock, dragged the head through the wetness already present, and thrust into me in one continuous stroke that forced a broken sound from my throat.

Elena said. Valeria turned the deadbolt. The click echoed. They met in the middle of the room like magnets snapping together. The first kiss was violent: teeth clashing, hands clawing, Elena’s wineglass knocked aside to shatter on the hardwood. Red spread across the pale floor like spilled blood. Neither cared.

Luke asked, noticing the look on his face. “Oh, what? Nothing,” He replied, shutting the door behind him, and coming into the room, “It's just… this room holds a lot of memories for me, for us.” “Yeah, I know,” Luke confirmed with a smile, “This is where we had our first kiss, remember?” “Yeah, I remember it vividly,” Liam responded, “You kissed me first and then got scared.” He sat on the bed. Luke came and sat beside him, “Yeah, I was scared you wouldn't want to be friends with me after that. I didn't even know what came over me then.” He said with a chuckle.

But the truth and the lies are so tangled together now I can barely tell them apart. “Let’s talk about your first kiss,” Catherine says with a knowing smile. My stomach clenches. This lie will be permanent now, recorded for the world to see when Evelyn forces our hand. “It was at the gala,” I say. “After we’d been talking for an hour. He walked me to my car and just… kissed me. Under the streetlight.” “It felt inevitable,” Lucien adds. “Like we’d been moving toward that moment all night.” More lies. Our actual first kiss happened months into the marriage, inside the locked room where he kept his late mother’s works of art. It was nothing like the romantic story we’re selling to the cameras.

I replied, confused. “Tell me what?” Rowan asked. Jackson turned to face Rowan. “Has she told you about the kiss we shared right here in her living room?” he asked, snickering. “Oh, wait. From the look on your face, I can tell she hasn’t. Let me tell you now: Nicole and I shared a kiss right here in her living room, and we both enjoyed it.” No! This bastard!

” He added through gritted teeth, and I nodded, not wanting to enrage the bull more than it already was. ”Good. And now kiss me to feed my jealousy. Then let’s clean the table and move this conversation to the living room so that we can sit comfortably.” He instructed as he leaned and puckered his lips. I blinked a few times before complying with his instructions. I gave him a chaste kiss with a loud smack before he pulled me up from the chair. We cleaned the table, put the leftovers into the fridge, and brought the bottle of wine to the living room.

I frowned again. "Why would he had us followed? Was having dinner tonight and telling them ourself not proof enough?" "You know what? Never mind. I'll call you okay?" I nodded and watched him walk back to his car, got in, and drove away. I finally walked inside the house, closing the door behind me and leaning my back on it and sighing heavily. That..was our first kiss. Our actual first kiss! Just thinking about it, brings butterflies in my stomach and makes me feel giddy and excited.