Soft Kissing Hour Novels & Stories

After that brief, soft kiss she murmured, "We have forty-five minutes until the casserole is done." I watched a sexy grin spread over her face when she felt my shaft thickening against her bottom. She leaned up and gave me another quick smooch. "It feels like my appetizer is ready," she growled. Then she reached back with her left hand and squeezed my shaft through my shorts. She gave it a couple of soft strokes through the fabric, and then gave me another peck on the lips as her hand teased the hardening head of my dick. "Why don't we head into the living room and get comfortable?" she suggested.

--- Not forceful. --- Just… certain. --- --- And then— --- He leaned in. --- --- Slowly. --- Carefully. --- --- Giving her time. --- Giving her space to change her mind. --- --- But she didn’t. --- --- Her eyes closed softly— --- And the moment finally crossed the line from almost… --- To something real. --- --- The kiss wasn’t rushed. --- It wasn’t overwhelming. --- --- It was soft. --- Intentional. --- --- A quiet meeting of something they had both been holding back.

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.

Silence broken. Hellen turned her face toward him, smiled slowly. “Two perfect hours,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from so much silence. Jaston laughed softly, still handcuffed. “You killed me slowly.” She leaned in, kissed his mouth—slow, deep. “And you loved every second.” She released the cuffs, massaged his wrists. Then pulled him into a long embrace, bodies pressed together, sweaty, satisfied. “Next time,” she murmured against his neck, “three hours. And maybe I won’t be so generous with permission.”

His tongue darted out, tangling with mine as he deepened the kiss with growing passion. His hands ran down my body as he caressed the soft skin of my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his torso and pulled him closer, moaning against his lips as the kiss got intense. I pushed him back with all my strength and flipped us over. So I'm on top of him. He laughed softly at my boldness and allowed me to take the lead. He wrapped his fingers around my wild hair and pulled me into another heated kiss. He licked my lips, asking for entrance. I decided to tease him a little, but he squeezed my bum, making me gasp. He smiled against my lips before proceeding to let his tongue explore my mouth.

So so soft . Fingers flicked the peaks. So so hard... She arched her back asking for more with a soft moan under her bitten lips. Her towel came undone with a gasp. But she couldn't care even if she forced herself to. Their tongues interlude out of their mouth. Probably the most sparking kiss he ever had, triggering the butterflies in his tummy. His hands slide down, looking for their usual treat, gliding down her slit effortlessly. A shivery moan pulled her toes deep into the soft mattress.

He whispered to me and pulled me closer to him and kissed me so gently that it almost took my breath away. Xeno’s lips are so soft. His lips keep on adoring the shape of my lips as he brushes them, sucking them gently, savoring the taste of it. I kissed him back with the same passion as I pressed my body closer to him, letting him feel the softness of my breasts against his hard chest.

“I’ll see you in an hour, okay? Yeah, okay. Bye.” Jabbing the screen to end the call, he tossed his phone to the side and lifted his hips to meet Zoe’s mouth as she sunk down once again. “Fuck.” The word was elongated, the breath in his lungs evaporating as the pressure grew at the base of his cock. Supple hands maneuvered between massaging his balls and stroking the half of him that her throat couldn’t take. He fell from her mouth with a soft pop, her hands still working as she licked his dampness of her lips. “An hour feels unnecessary.”

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

Once two dark purple marks were identified, the blonde bit her dark-haired lover's earlobe and began speaking softly along the curve of it. "How about it? Am I cool yet?" She purposely picked up the pace so Whitney couldn't answer intelligibly, savoring her girlfriend's incoherent begging. As sensitive as Whitney was, Hollis couldn't stop herself from hitting every pleasure center she knew existed. After two very long, drawn out months of missing her girlfriend's sexy body, she had no plans to stop licking, kissing, teasing, or fucking Whitney any time soon.