Sketch Kissing Novels & Stories

I wrapped my teeth around her neck, desperately pulling the skin of her neck and blowing warm air on it to soothe the pain. “Damnnnn!!!” She moaned and her breathing got heavier the more I kissed her. “I love you so much Emily,” I mumble in her neck while kissing her, licking up the sides of her neck and kissing every angle. “I love you too baby.” She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and continued kissing me. We kissed for minutes and I was oddly trying to remember the style of the painting down the lobby that she wanted us to recreate and it finally clicked. It was a scorpion pose.

His lips sweetly touched mine. I reacted unknowingly, returning his caresses. He kept holding the back of my head, pulling me even closer to him. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and skillfully moved it around, giving me an indescribable thrill. I had never thought it's possible to feel that much excitement from a kiss.

His dark blue boxer-briefs strained at the seams to control his manhood. He dropped slowly to his knees in front of me, and I rested my fingertips on the muscles of his broad shoulders. He looked up at me, dark eyes burning, as he slowly took my breast in his mouth. I gasped as he surrounded the pink nub of my nipple with warmth. He kissed the soft flesh, nipping gently, making me arch my back and moan.

I pleaded, reaching out to touch his arm. Without a word, he turned the phone screen toward me. My breath caught completely in my throat. It was a crystal-clear photograph of me and Ethan from this afternoon. We were tucked away in the back corner of the school library, and Ethan was leaning down, kissing my lips while I smiled against his mouth. Below the photo, a typed caption read: “Your sister’s distraction is going to cost you the scouts.”

"Yeah, it is just lipstick, why can't I-" Charisa's words stopped immediately, because a soft touch landed on her lips, His kiss made her heart beating very hard. The girl wanted to stop him, but Skandar's hand went down and tugged her waist even more. Skandar deepened their kiss, the man took turns taking Charisa's lower lip, until the girl felt her legs felt weak, unable to support her body. Skandar pulled the girl's body to get closer to him then.

The hallway became a stage for their unspoken desires, a canvas upon which their longing and love were painted in vibrant strokes. Their lips moved with a mixture of urgency and tenderness, each touch a declaration of the emotions that surged between them. The hallway seemed to blur around them, the world shrinking to the space they occupied. Levi's kiss was a testament to the intensity of his feelings, a way to bridge the gap that had formed between them and convey the depths of his love.

Katy stared at the beast, holding it at the base with both hands. Her mouth began watering copiously, something she noticed happened automatically whenever she saw Dwayne's big black penis. She collected a large wad of saliva and used her tongue to push it against her tightly pursed lips. As it began to drool out, she leaned forward and puckered her lips, planting a sloppy wet kiss on Dwayne's tip. Letting the drool run out, she parted her plump lips. Spit oozed down his shaft in advance of her thick red lips. She had to focus on opening her jaw to accommodate his wide head.

He reached out, cradling her face with a gentle hand, his thumb softly caressing her skin. Then, their lips met. Xavier's tongue entered into her mouth, tasting every nook and cranny, his peppermint breath drawing her deeper into him; the bouquet fell out of her hand. The kiss quickly deepened, ignited by a shared desire built over the years. It was sweet and searching, a beautiful blend of tenderness and passion. As the kiss got intense, the world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them enveloped in the moment. The kiss held the promise of everything unexpressed, a delicate dance of affection and vulnerability.

Their mouths melded in a tender embrace, a tableau of shared emotion and relief, a testament to the power of a kiss that needed no words to convey its depth. Time seemed to suspend itself in the breathless interlude of their kiss, their lips lingering in a communion that bore witness to the intertwining of souls. Antonio’s kiss held a fervency that spoke of pent-up emotions, a reservoir of feelings that had been contained and now surged forth in that simple yet profound gesture. A gentle collision of lips was followed by a bolder, more daring plunge, a fleeting moment of heightened connection that mirrored the urgency of their shared journey.

"You're getting turned on aren't you. my sweet??" Skye said, teasingly. I just sigh and nodded. "Mmm baby." Then Skye took one of my nipples inside of her mouth. "Baby." Skye took, the blanket off of our body, as her kisses started to drift from my breast down to my hips. Skye parted my legs, as she gently kiss my navel. Instead, eating my pssy as I expected, she crawled on top of me capturing my lips into a heated kiss. After a few minutes of kissing passionately, she pulls herself up and kneels between my parted legs.