Sketch Kissing Novels & Stories

Not giving him time to disengage, she caught his ear loop with her teeth and sucked on it. He hissed, his body turning stiff for a second. "That's not part of the bet. Your lips should be-" "On yours? But you don't seem to need them. You even want to wait for eternity before we have sex. Waiting for a kiss a bit should be easy, right?", Katherine teased, leaving a trail of pecks down his neck. The ticking sound got more unnerving every time it rang in the air, though she knew there must still be time.

Though it most certainly doesn't look like it. Oh, boy. K reached for the seam edge of her black leather jacket and zipped it all the way up, noticing how Jesse stared at her chest. If looks could undress, K might have been stripped naked now - with the way he looked at her. She leaned again towards him on the table. "Do you... want to kiss me now?" K mumbled under her breath, almost a whisper. It made Jesse's hair stand on ends. "Yes," he breathed. "Though I- I can't right now. I've got a witch's brew of coffee, bagel and cigarettes in my mouth." He pointed his index finger around his mouth, smiling like a cute puppy.

The kiss was a silent declaration, a promise of devotion that resonated deep within her. Kayla sighed into the kiss, savoring the way he always made her feel cherished. Victor’s touch was always reverent, his affection a steady flame that warmed her soul. When they parted, she moved toward Elliot, who smirked and tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before stealing a proper one. His kisses were always teasing, playful, leaving her breathless, a whirlwind of sweet, stolen moments.

This was well needed. He gazed at me, moving the hair from my face, he leaned down kissing my forehead, then the tip of my nose, then finally my lips. He pressed his forehead against mine as we closed our eyes taking in the moment, our breath mixing between us. I slowly opened my eyes to meet his gazing back at me. He moved his head, rubbing his nose with mine, giving me an Eskimo kiss.

He is undeniably handsome, with his long eyelashes fluttering as his gaze lingers on me. In a moment of escalating passion, I find myself gazing at his slightly parted lips. Slowly, his lips meet mine, and we share a kiss that feels like a beautiful symphony of emotions. The kiss is deep yet sweet, devoid of any aggression, as we savor the connection between us.

he said, his gaze searching hers for any hesitation. Skylar’s breath hitched, and she felt a rush of warmth. She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper, “Yes, please.” Pietro’s lips curved into a gentle smile. He reached out, cupping her face in his hands, and drew her into a tender kiss. It was slow and deliberate, their lips moving together as if they were made to fit. The kiss deepened, and Skylar felt her worries melt away, replaced by a growing desire.

Our gazes locked, holding us in a breathless suspension. Slowly, I closed my eyes and leaned in, tilting my head to close the final inch between us. My aim was slightly off to the left, and the tip of my nose lightly brushed against his, a quiet chuckle escaping my lips at the clumsy angle. Even with his eyes closed, he must have felt the vibration of my smile against his skin. I adjusted my weight, tilting my head a bit more until our lips finally met in a soft, sweet, and lingering kiss.

Skye said, reassuringly squeezing his hand. Hector gazed into Skye's eyes, seeing pure interest and love reflected at him. His heart swelled with gratitude and affection for the woman who had become everything to him. He reached out, cupping her cheeks with his hands, and gently drew her closer until their lips met. The initial touch was soft, tender, and warm, but it was enough to ignite a spark of desire that deepened their kiss. Their lips and tongues moved in perfect harmony, and their hearts began to race.

At this moment, the air crackles with tension and unspoken desire. As they lock eyes, a tender spark of longing passes between them. Kalix's gaze shifts to her lips, and with an aggressive touch, he leans in to press his lips against hers. The kiss is wild, filled with a mix of passion and desire. Time seems to stand still as they get lost in the intoxicating moment, their bodies drawing closer in a warm embrace.

Ivy's heart raced as he leaned in closer, his face inches from hers. Their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss, like a whisper of promise. Victor's lips were warm and inviting, and Ivy felt herself melting into him, her heart soaring with emotion. The kiss deepened, Victor's tongue tracing the outline of her lips, sending sparks of electricity through her body.