Silhouette Kissing Novels & Stories

Asher on my left, Finn on my right, Silas kneeling on the floor in front of me between my knees. Silas looked up at me. “Can I touch you?” I bit my lip, nodding before I could overthink it. His hands settled on my thighs, sliding the hem of my sundress higher, slow and careful. The calluses on his palms made me shiver. Asher leaned in and kissed me again while Finn tugged the strap of my dress down my shoulder, kissing the skin he revealed. “God, you’re soft,” Finn breathed. “So fucking soft.”

Leo had sent me to sensory heaven two times in the space of a single shower. He held his body against mine, slowing his pace to a stop. Then he leaned forward and gently kissed me, teasing me with his lips. I brought my hand up to his face, smiling contentedly as we kissed. My fingers danced down his shoulders, making their way down across his biceps. His skin was slick with moisture, causing my hands to slide easily along.

He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

Leaning in toward his ear, I whispered, “Knee-trembling.” “No way. My tie made these knees tremble?” Breathing out a tantalized groan when I kissed his throat, he ran his hands down my thighs until he reached my knees. Then he sat up so he could twist his torso until he was relaxing against the backrest of the sofa with one of my legs draped over his lap and the other tucked behind him. He lifted my bent leg, exposing the skin through ripped cloth so he could lean in and press his lips directly to my skin. Then he stroked his fingers over my other knee as if apologizing for ever making it quake. I went a little dizzy as his fingers slid down my calf and over my ankle where he began to loosen

“Wow. You are so fucking hot, baby.” I barely get out, before I see her kneel and take me in her wet pierced lips. While watching her head bob back and forth, I moan loudly and then run my fingers through her silken locks of hair. Moaning again, even louder this time, I take a fist full and hold on. When I have enough, I yank her head back to stop her for a moment and then I stare into her eyes.

Theirs was a unique dynamic, a delicate dance of affection and tension that defied conventional labels. As we approached, Katrina excused herself from the group and sauntered over to us, her confident stride eating up the distance. Ramses welcomed her with open arms, enveloping her in a gentle, tender embrace. Their lips met in a soft, sweet kiss, the ruby red of Katrina's lips a vibrant contrast to Ramses' pale skin.

Towering at 6’10” with a powerfully athletic build, his dark skin gleamed under the moonlight as he approached. Aisha turned, eyes dark with hunger. “I don’t want the polite version,” she whispered. “I want the raw one.” Khalid smiled darkly. He closed the distance and pulled her into a deep, commanding kiss, his large hands sliding under the bikini to explore her curves. The contrast between his scorching palms and the warm sea breeze on her exposed skin made her shiver. He slowly peeled the bikini off her body, letting it fall. The warm tropical air kissed her naked skin while his burning touch left trails of fire wherever he caressed.

“Do you remember the anagrams in the pinball machine? Words are traps for ideas. I don’t need to say them because you already know.” “How will I know if you don’t say them?” “Because it’s our hearts that are speaking to each other.” “I see…” Sasha blushed. Normally timid, this time he bent down slightly to kiss Aki on the forehead. Aki closed her eyes at the gentle, cold touch of his lips. “You tell me this now?” she whispered. Afterwards, they both walked out of the antechamber into separate rooms and their shy glances over their shoulders were the last they ever saw of each other.

I had kissed her—this stranger, this girl who Merilla had brought from the human kingdom—without even knowing why. Her eyes was blazing and her face flushed with anger as she glared at me. Her voice was a storm of fury, each word sharp and biting as she demanded to know what gave me the right to kiss her while she slept. I stood there, captivated, unable to focus on her words. Her rage was mesmerizing, the fire in her sky-blue eyes making her even more beautiful.