Slowly Kiss Novels & Stories

Thickened slow. He kissed me lazy. No rush. Lips soft. Tongue gentle. Hand slid down my back. Cupped my ass. Squeezed light. "Sore?" he asked against my mouth. "A little. Worth it." He chuckled low. Kissed my jaw. Neck. Shoulder. Soft bites. No marks this time. Just feeling. We stayed like that. Kissing slow. Hands roaming. No hurry to fuck. Just touching. Exploring. Learning each other in daylight.

Lazy strokes. “You’re full of me,” he murmured. Voice rough with satisfaction. I hummed. Pressed back against him. “Good.” He kissed my shoulder. Slow. Lingering. “We’re not done,” he said. I laughed soft. “I know.” He turned me to face him. Kissed me deep. Slow this time. Tongues lazy. Tasting everything we did. His hand stayed between my legs. Fingers sliding easy now. Coaxing. Not rushing.

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.

the specific quality of something that might be goodbye, slow and weighted and honest in a way that neither of us is performing. He cups my face in both hands and looks at me for a long moment before he moves. Like he is trying to memorize this too, this version, the one that knows everything and is still here for one more hour. I pull him down. The kiss is slow. His mouth on mine with none of the urgent hunger of the early weeks.. just warmth and honesty and the specific tenderness of a man who has said the truest thing he knows and is now following it with his hands.

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.

I kissed her slowly from the revealing part of her back and she shut her eyes. I smile when I stare at her from the mirror, slowly I pull off the string of the dress on her shoulder and I kiss her again, slowly I pull down the other string of her dress and I slowly place my lips on her shoulder. The clothes fell down to her knees and slowly brought my hand to her boob and I fondled it with my hand. Slowly she moans out and she slowly moves my fingers to her tits to play with it and I whisper into her ears. “ You are beautiful in and out” I said and slowly she removed her leg from the dress that fell to her knees, I turned her around and slowly we kissed passionately, the kisses were slow and

“What if Someone comes in here…?” "Shhh, no one will," he whispered against my mouth. Then he kissed me. It wasn't rough or fast; it was slow and careful. His lips were warm and soft against mine, fitting perfectly. He didn't rush me. Instead, his tongue gently brushed my lips, asking me to open up. When I did, he kissed me deeply and slowly, tasting me like he wanted the moment to last forever.