Slow Kissing Novels & Stories

He looked at me with a quiet smile. “Close your eyes.” My breath caught. “Why?” “Trust me.” Lyra hummed. “Do it.” I swallowed and closed my eyes. Warm fingers cupped my cheek. My breath hitched. Then his lips touched mine. Soft and slow, not rushed and hungry. Just warm and careful. A Promise Kiss. A “we’ll go slow” kiss. A “you’re safe” kiss. The world melted. My knees wobbled. Lyra whispered, “Oh… oh wow.”

Kita said, panting, "I want you." "Not yet." He redoubled his efforts, not letting up until she came with a sharp cry of pleasure he lived for. Then he kissed. Asr as he went,t in, she wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him into a deep, passionate kiss. He never broke the kiss when he took and began to inch his way inside, moving slowly to give her time to accommodate him. Going slow when she was hot and wet and tight around him was the purest, sweetest form of torture he'd ever known. Kita broke the kiss and drew in a deep breath. "Is that all you are going to share?"

I boldly state; not waiting for her answer, I start moving my lips breath by breath closer to hers. The moment our lips touch, the world vanishes in an instant. Her lips are softer than I ever imagined, and she tastes even sweeter than heaven. My lips are firm against hers, but the kiss remains soft, gentle, and slow. We hold it for a few seconds before our lips begin to move in perfect sync. My eyes fall closed, and all I could feel was her. Her warmth, her touch, her being.

Slowly, he begins to pull my fingers away, guiding my head down until our lips meet in a spine tingling kiss. Micah's hand finds the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair, holding me in place. The kiss starts softly, tenderly, as if he's savoring the taste of me. His lips move against mine with a sweet, unhurried rhythm, each press making heat build within me.

In that tender moment, she inched closer, their lips almost grazing as they tested the waters. Gently, their lips met, a soft and tender connection that seemed to hold all the unspoken sentiments they could never express. Ryan tightened his grip on her waist, signaling his desire to draw her nearer. As their kiss deepened, their tongues intertwined, as if attempting to convey their unspoken words through this single act of intimacy.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

I whisper, closing my teeth around his bottom lip. His satisfied hum vibrates against my mouth as his fingers slide through my hair, pulling me closer. The kiss is slow—nothing like the first time our lips met. There's no urgency, no battle for dominance. Just warmth. Just him. Just me. He holds me steady, one hand cradling the side of my waist, the other resting gently behind my head. Even when I feel the telltale press of his body against my thigh, he doesn't push. He just holds me there, letting the moment linger.

Jenna’s eyes fluttered closed, her breath quickening as she leaned into my touch. I leaned in closer, closing the gap between us. Our lips met in a soft, lingering kiss. It was a kiss that tasted like the sweet remnants of breakfast, a fusion of laughter, shared stories, and the growing affection between us. Our lips moved together with a delicate rhythm as I stepped in closer and I pulled her body flush against my own. It was a kiss that spoke of the bond that we were forging, slowly growing together as one true mates should.

“Just being close to you like this. No rushing. No fear.” Chandler’s eyes softened as he gazed at me. “I missed it too.” He leaned in and kissed me then—slow, deep, and unhurried. It wasn’t the desperate kind of kiss we sometimes shared when emotions ran high. This one was sweet and deliberate, like he was savoring every second. I kissed him back just as gently, parting my lips to let him deepen it. His tongue brushed against mine in a lazy, delicious way that sent a warm shiver down my spine.

" He asked. "Yes'' she replied without a doubt. "That's all we need baby," Aaron said, kissing her. She rose to her feet and felt her body ignite as he sucked tentatively on her lips. His hands slowly trailed down her body cupping her ass in his hands, Cercei fumbled with his shirt frustrated, she wanted to feel his skin wanted more of his touch. Aaron pulled away from her lips looking deep into her desperate eyes he led her to the table lifting her on it with no effort she laid on her back as he began to tease her from her toes to her knees kissing the inside of her thighs.