Slowly Kiss Novels & Stories

he said, voice just above a whisper, "was not a kiss, my Sunray. Let me show you what a real kiss feels like." He tilted his head and leaned in slowly, giving her time to move, to stop him, but she didn’t. His lips brushed hers once, just a tease, before claiming her mouth in a deep, slow kiss. His lips were warm and firm, his kiss was not in a hurry but he was hungry for it, tasting her like something rare he had waited for.

“Tell me what you want.” “Kiss me,” I said, pulling her close, our lips meeting in a slow, deep kiss, tongues exploring softly. She moaned, her hands cupping my breasts. Adam knelt beside me and kissed my neck. “Lie on your side, Kara. Let me hold you.” I did, spooning against him, his hard cock pressing against my ass. “You feel so good,” I whispered, reaching back to stroke him. He eased inside me slowly, his length filling me inch by inch, stretching me out.

"I want slow." Sebastian nodded. His hands slid under Damian's hoodie, pushing the fabric up, exposing Damian's stomach. His fingers traced the lines of muscle, the dip of his ribs, the soft skin below his navel. Gentle. Exploratory. "Like this?" Sebastian asked. Damian's breath hitched. "Yeah." Sebastian leaned in and kissed him. Not the desperate kiss from the floor. Not the hungry kiss from the locker room. Something slower. Something that tasted like patience. His lips moved against Damian's like they had all the time in the world.

I can't imagine kissing anyone but you," he confessed sincerely. She smiled as tears flooded her eyes for a different reason this time. She cupped her face and leaned closer. As their lips met, the world stilled momentarily, their surroundings melted away, and what remained was them lost in the heat of their kiss. It was a slow, tender kiss, deliberately prolonged to savor every moment. Her arms locked around her while his hands came down on her waist, gripping it possessively. They fit each other beautifully, perfectly. A smile homed in on their lips as they pulled away.

I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. I reached his lips and kissed him slowly while he remained still. My eyes were open, and I saw him close his. I closed mine too, but he still didn’t move. He wasn’t resisting, but he was hesitant. I kept moving against his lips until he finally parted them and let himself respond. We kissed passionately, without rushing, as slowly as possible. We wanted to savor every second of that heated kiss that made our hearts race. Our heartbeats matched the rhythm of our breathing as it echoed through the quiet kitchen.

he says before he kisses me. This kiss is slow and passionate. His tongue dips into my mouth, slowly massaging mine. I tighten my grip on his shoulders and deepen the kiss. His cock is still playing at the entrance of my core, and our kiss becomes more intense as the need between us grows. Osiris slams me up against the wall next to the shower. Grinding his cock on my pussy but never putting it in. The tip of his dick continuously grazes against my clit, pushing me closer to the edge with each thrust.

Their lips met in a kiss that silenced the room, every pair of eyes fixated on them. The kiss was slow at first, a deliberate exploration that sent a wave of heat through Amira’s body. His lips were soft but firm, moving with a confidence that left no room for hesitation. He deepened the kiss, his other hand resting on her lower back, pulling her closer. The intensity grew as their breaths mingled, the world around them fading into oblivion. It was the kind of kiss that spoke of unspoken words, unresolved emotions, and a connection neither of them could deny.

"Words baby, words are what affirm your consent. I don't want to rush you, if I go with my pace your Alphas might declare a war on my Pack for enloping with their beta. "Yes," I gasped at his words and hot lips covered mine in a kiss, he was so gentle with his kiss, a stark contrast to his slightly rough physique. He was kissing me slowly. That slow burn passion that lights your lower abdomen and milks between your thighs. He kept his hands to himself as he tormented me slowly with his kiss, biting gently on my lower lip and exploring the depths of my mouth carefully with his tongue. My hands began to roam and caress his body lightly and gently. His breathing became even more uneven but he m

We must have lain there just kissing, enjoying the feeling of our lips and mouths connecting, for at least ten minutes, nibbling on each other’s lips, our bodies rubbing against each other. Finally, Blake rolled me onto my back and asked, “Do you still want it slow?” I nodded in response. He smirked and kissed his way slowly to my ear, nibbling gently on it from top to bottom, then he kissed across my chin and down my neck, taking his time, lingering on every part his lips touched. He then kissed my shoulders and down each arm, very slowly. “Okay, you can speed it up,” I said, wanting him to get to the good part.

The kiss is soft and slow, a tender exploration, his lips parting slightly to invite my tongue in as I respond with equal fervor. A delightful tingling sensation courses through my body as he deepens the kiss, his lips moving against mine with a gentle urgency that makes my heart race. In that moment, everything else fades away—no worries, no fears, no thoughts of past or future. There’s just the intoxicating heat of the moment, the electric connection between us, and the pure, unbridled passion of our kiss that feels like it could last forever.