Soft Kissing Hour Novels & Stories

she whispered as she stopped, kicking her feet cutely. "No goodnight kiss?" I demanded, bending a bit over. "A goodnight kiss after we just fucked?" She asked in a whisper, taking a step closer to me. "One round. Even if we went five rounds, a goodnight kiss is still necessary, Kekaki." She looked behind me as if to ensure no one was watching before she got on her toes and kissed me on the lips but only shortly. I licked my lips. "Tasty. You are sweet." "You too" she replied in a whisper and licked her own lips too.

I lost myself in his kiss. “You’ll get the only copy,” he whispered. “This is ours and ours alone. No one can ever take this from us. This is our secret, one only we share.” His breath tickled my ear and made a heat surge between my thighs. I wondered how he could make my body react so quickly without even trying. His chest was strong beneath me and I could feel something hardening against my hip. I couldn’t wait to get him back to the hotel room. “We should head back and start our honeymoon,” I whispered, pushing my hips against his. His hand tightened on my back and I wished I could have him right there on the sand.

When it was my turn, I admitted something embarrassing. “Never have I ever kissed more than one person in the same night,” I said quietly. The bus erupted. Sienna didn’t even hesitate. She cupped my face gently and kissed me right there. Her lips were soft and warm, tasting like cherry vodka. The kiss was slow and sweet, but it still left me breathless when she pulled back, smiling. “My turn,” Knox said, voice low and rough. He leaned over the seat, slid a big hand to the back of my neck, and kissed me deeper.

He kissed me again, softer this time, and we sat wrapped in each other while the sea sang its endless song. Later, back in the villa, we went upstairs quietly. The house was dark and still. Sofia and Matteo had gone to bed. Livia slept in her small room with the nightlight shaped like a moon. Valerio locked our bedroom door, turned to me, and undressed me slowly, kissing every inch he uncovered. I undressed him the same way, hands steady, lips gentle, taking my time because time was the one thing we had plenty of now.

“It’s sweet. And very flattering.” Sophie’s breath hitched. “I know it’s wrong. You’re my best friend’s mom.” “Emily’s asleep downstairs,” Lauren murmured. “And I’m a grown woman who knows what she wants.” She leaned in, lips hovering just above Sophie’s. “Do you want this?” Sophie nodded, barely able to speak. “Yes.” Lauren kissed her. It started slow , soft, sensual, almost tender. Lauren’s lips were warm and experienced, guiding Sophie’s inexperienced ones. Then the kiss deepened. Tongues brushed. Sophie moaned softly into Lauren’s mouth as strong hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer.

Deeper. She made a soft sound against my lips. Her hands moved to my shoulders. She pulled me closer. I felt her tongue against my lips. I opened my mouth. She slid inside. The taste of her was intoxicating. Sweet. Warm. Real. We kissed for a long time. Slow and deep. Her hands moved down my back. I felt her fingers through my dress. They were warm. They were gentle. I touched her face. Her skin was soft. I touched her hair. It was soft too. Everything about her was soft. I had spent my life being hard. Being sharp. Being cold. Now I was learning soft.

My breath hitched, and my skin burned. " I want you," he said, the only words he's spoken to me in 72 hours. I bent down and kissed his neck slowly, my fingers touching every part of his body. I discarded my clothes, as well as his shirt and boxers before, before positioning myself on his hard cock. I took all of him in, making me sigh in delight. His lips quirked, and he gripped my hips. Slowly, I moved, rotating my hips. He grabbed my neck and kissed me harder than ever. I moved at a slow rhythm, but he was eager as his hand guided my moves. I moved sensually on him. I was moaning in delight. Khai suddenly turned me over. I was on my knees and hands as he took me from behind. The sound of

“Kiss the person to your left for fifteen seconds. Tongue optional but encouraged.” The person to Lisa’s left was a girl named Sofia—brunette, shy smile, already tipsy. Sofia’s eyes went wide. Lisa didn’t hesitate. She turned, cupped Sofia’s jaw with one hand, and pulled her in. The kiss was slow, deliberate, performative—lips parting, tongues visible for half a second before Lisa tilted her head and deepened it. Sofia made a small surprised sound, then melted into it. Fifteen seconds felt like forever.

My palms crawl up to cup his face as we moan into the kiss together when I give in and start kissing him with the same passion. He tilts his head and his tongue very gently slides past my lips. I let him, sighing as our tongues touch and melt against each other. Zahir, taking the lead, holds the back of my neck as his arm crawls up. He lays me gently and hovers over me. “How does it make you feel, Hoor?” He whispers, breaking the kiss and biting my chin. I mewl, becoming needy. He licks the same spot as if to soothe the ache. Pleasant ache, I must add.

she whispers, her voice both teasing and serious. He chuckles softly, aware that the alcohol is speaking for her, but he plays along. “Do you want to kiss them?” he teases, inching back slightly to see her reaction. Sienna doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.” She reaches for him, and before he can react, her lips are on his. She kisses him with an urgency he’s never felt from her before, her hands tangling in his hair as her body presses against his. Her lips are soft and warm, her kiss deepening as her tongue grazes his, and he feels himself losing control, swept up in her boldness.