Playful Kiss Novels & Stories

“Kiss me.” Keira could feel the warm breath against her, and she just unconsciously granted Zeev’s demand. The latter subtly smirked against her lips and started moving as he closed his eyes. The gentle brushing of their lips slowly led to a more intimate and passionate kiss. Keira also started mimicking Zeev’s movement on their lips pressed hardly against one another.

Will His arms squeeze me even tighter, I wrap mine around his neck, while my tongue meets his. All these days without any contact have made me sad and moody. His hands begin a pleasant play on my back, moving up and down my back, caressing me and making me want to surrender to the moment even more. Our kiss is hungry. I want to devour his mouth, and he wants the same, and his body gently pushes mine somewhere, until I feel the wall behind me. My body is pressed together in a way that I know where we will be in a few minutes, especially if we keep kissing like this, we will both be hard.

He groans in pleasure the sound being very sexy. I continue to massage him as I wait for the timer to ring. Xavier continues as it is his turn. He picks a card and the dare falls on Kayden once more. “ You have been dared to kiss each other. A French kiss to be specific not pecks on the cheek.” “Is that right or maybe you have read something right from your mind?” Kayden asks. I am always wondering the same Xavier can't be trusted. Not after these crazy rules, he pulled off.

Because he thinks I’m quick to play because of what I did? So does he want to deliver and pick me up always because of the kiss I gave him? Because he liked that? So does he always want to see me because of that? Yes, I'm not a fool for not feeling that, does he think of repeating that because I'm an easy girl? Because he thinks I’m quick to play because of what I did? "So do you like the kiss?" I ask sarcastically. His brows furrowed again. "So you are just trying me because you like my kiss?" I ask him again that made him stared at me more intense.

I promised, going to the door. “One more thing,” he said, crossing the distance between us and taking me in his arms again. I knew his kiss was coming, but even then, I wasn't prepared for it. He took my breath away, stealing it for himself and making me forget that I had ever needed to breathe in the first place. My knees went weak, and my heart pounded in my chest as my body started to heat. I melted into him, relishing his kiss. This was the way to start a morning. “That's better than coffee,” I gasped when he let me go. He chuckled, obviously proud of himself.

“Kiss me.” Kiss? Porsche had studied that too. There were lots of them though, which should he do? ‘There was a romantic kiss which included; French kiss, Tender kiss, just Lip kiss, and butterfly kiss.’ Porsche counted his fingers along as he thought of it. ‘There was also a playful and flirtatious kiss which includes…. “Hey, hey, hey.. just stop, okay? Stop whatever calculation you're up to in your head.” Emerson knew this wouldn't be easy but he was determined to get laid today.

It was a kiss unlike any other—gentle, yet filled with an underlying hunger that left me trembling. I responded instinctively, my lips parting to invite him in. His tongue danced with mine, a slow, sensual exploration that made my head spin. It was as if he were tasting me, claiming me with each stroke, and I couldn't get enough. His kiss was a promise of pleasure, a tantalizing preview of what was to come.

Realizing her sibling's hesitation, Lovlyta began to walk away. "Well, if you don't want to answer, I am sorry, good bye!" her younger sister asserted. "Okay, okay! I did it! I kissed Kasih passionately!" Faith admitted. "What? Really? Wow!" Kasih exclaimed, surprised. "So, you're a player, huh?" Kasih asked again. "A player in kissing! Ha-ha-ha-ha," Lovlyta laughed happily. "Enough. Just remember what you said earlier!" Faith reminded her sister.

he asked, his voice husky, his movements slow and deep inside her. Even as she trembled from the overwhelming pleasure, Isla managed a radiant smile. She pulled him down into a kiss, her lips meeting his with a fervor that mirrored his own. It was a kiss filled with love, with passion, with the promise of a future filled with joy and happiness.

She playfully hit me, "Quit being a brat. I just did what I had to do." I delicately take her hand into mine and bring it up to my lips, tenderly planting a kiss on each of her fingers. Her response is immediate as she lets out a soft moan, drawing closer to me. My anticipation grows as I conceal my excitement beneath my trousers. In a moment of passion, she surprises me by kissing me passionately, igniting my senses and leaving me craving more. I lift her onto her stool and move between her legs, pressing my throbbing, excited manhood against her, grinding my hips in a tantalizing dance of desire.