Slowly Kiss Novels & Stories

Time seemed to stretch between us until he leaned in slowly, and my breath caught in my throat. When his lips met mine, it wasn’t rushed or hungry. It was slow and tender, and he pulled me tightly against him, his arms wrapping around me. It was soft , deliberate,and deep. It was like he was telling me everything he didn’t know how to say with just that kiss. His fingers moved gently into my hair, and I melted into the way he held me like I was something precious. The world vanished around us. Nothing else mattered in that moment. It was just that tender and lingering kiss, like he wanted to leave a part of himself behind with me.

Pulse jumping under his touch. “You should.” She stepped closer. Chest to chest. “Then why did you hold my knee under the table?” His gaze dropped to her mouth. “Because I couldn’t not touch you.” She rose on her toes. He met her halfway. The kiss was slow this time. Not desperate like the car. Not performative. Real. Soft. His hands slid to her waist. Pulled her flush against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He backed her gently against the island.

She crawled forward, straddling him in-between her thighs. She kissed him again but pulled away not long, she was teasing him "I want it slow, hubby… very slow" She whispers into his ears, "I want to feel you, all of you in me at a very slow pace. I want to savor this moment, of us making love in the slowest yet intense way ever… slower, is better" she bites on his earlobe. Keane shiver beneath taking in a haggard breath. His left hand circles her waist while his right, caresses her smooth back.

He studied her as if memorizing how she responded to every small movement. He leaned in and kissed her. It was not a hungry, desperate kiss. It was slow and deep, his lips moving against hers with quiet intensity. His tongue brushed hers gently, tasting her, drawing out the moment. Sophia sighed into the kiss, her body melting further against his as they continued to move together in that same unhurried rhythm.

Like it knew something was about to happen. The kitchen was quiet. Still. Just us and the faint ticking sound from the old clock on the wall. He brushed his thumb over my cheekbone. Soft. Like he was memorizing it. My breath caught. I looked up at him. “Kiss me.” His hand slipped from my cheek to the back of my neck. And then he kissed me. Slow. So slow. His lips pressed into mine like a secret. No rush. No heat at first—just warmth. Just softness.

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.

A slow smirk pulled at the corner of his lips, but before he could respond, she closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to his. The kiss was soft at first, a gentle meeting of lips that sent warmth spreading through both of them. But when Julian pulled her closer, his hand cradling the back of her head, it deepened. His lips moved against hers with unhurried intensity, tasting, exploring, savoring. Selena sighed into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair. She felt him smile against her lips before he tilted his head slightly, kissing her again—this time slower, more deliberate. Each touch, each caress, was a silent confession of love.

Time passed slowly before her crying gradually weakened into soft sniffles. Then Audrey slowly raised her head and our eyes met instantly. Silence filled the room while her breathing slowed. Mine too. Our faces were too close. Too close. Then slowly, and slowly, our lips touched. The kiss started softly and carefully, but soon, the emotions buried between us exploded completely. Audrey suddenly grabbed my shirt tightly and kissed me harder while soft moans escaped her lips. My breathing became heavier instantly as the kiss deepened desperately, almost painfully desperate, like both of us were trying to hold onto something already breaking apart.

He leaned into it immediately, reciprocating with the same gentleness, and I let him take as much as he needed from it. The kiss wasn't hurried or hungry like the ones we usually fell into. It was slow. Deliberate. Every press of his lips against mine felt like a question and an answer at the same time Are we really doing this? are we really allowed to be this soft with each other now? And every time he pulled back only to sink into it again, I felt the answer settle deeper into my chest.

he murmured softly, his thumb brushing tenderly against my skin. “You won’t have to find out,” I whispered back, leaning slightly into his touch. He leaned down slowly, closing the distance between us, his lips meeting mine in a slow, apologetic kiss, filled with quiet tenderness rather than urgency. I melted into it instantly, my hands resting gently against his chest, feeling the exhaustion and stress slowly beginning to ease from his body as the kiss deepened softly between us.