Soft Kissing Hour Novels & Stories

“Yes.” Sofia propped herself up on one elbow, letting the sheet slip just enough to reveal the curve of her shoulder. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “Please, Luca… I need this. For me. I’ll be careful.” Her hand slid down his chest, slow and deliberate, nails grazing lightly over his skin. She kissed the corner of his jaw, then his neck, using every seductive trick she read about in one of her steamy novels she read—soft murmurs, lingering touches, the way her body pressed against his.

He started fucking her. "I read this article a couple weeks back in an old Woman's Day magazine lying around my dentist's office which says kissing, just kissing, burns around 68 calories an hour. Now, this is for a 180 pound man, for women, it's usually less due to lower weight. If the kissing is vigorous and includes some petting, up to 90 calories an hour. If you get creative, you might burn even more. Making out, a little rolling around, maybe a some oral thrown in, is around 230 calories every half hour. Giving a woman a massage, about 80 calories an hour. Having actual sex, like I'm having right now and you're not; 69 calories for Rose in 25 minutes, about a hundred for me. Moaning and

The softness in his tone matched the delicate moment, as he tried to wake her up from her peaceful slumber. His fingertips gently caressed her cheeks, feeling the warmth of her soft, supple skin beneath his touch. As he leaned closer, a rush of anticipation filled the air. He couldn't resist the temptation and gently took her sensitive earlobe between his lips, savouring the delicate sensation. The intensity of his proximity deepened with each passing moment. She stirred in her sleep, fluttering her eyes before finally opening them. As her gaze met his blue orbs a shriek left her lips seeing him leaning over her and kissing her earlobe.

She whispered over his lips, intentionally brushing her own against his in the process. "And... if I told you I wanted it that day too?" "Girl, are you trying to kill me?" He wrapped his hand around her, pulling her closer, and urgently pressed his lips against hers. His other hand cupped her nape and tilted her face, deepening the kiss. Sofia responded with equal passion, plunging her tongue into his mouth, nipping and biting his upper lip. She couldn't help but moan when she tasted his minty sweetness. He was intoxicating, leading her to do things she never thought of doing.

Mouths opening and closing around each other, we made love with our tongues while my sister's orgasm ran its course. But we didn't pull away after it was over. Instead, we continued kissing for well over an hour. Never once did either of us stop. We went from heated and passionate to tender and gentle, over and over in waves. But each round, the passion was a little less. It was a gradual tapering off, right up to the very end. After an hour, we merely held our lips against each other. Our tongues were exhausted, resting in their respective mouths. But I still very much enjoyed the feel of her lips on mine.

Sierra suddenly gasped and put her hands on my cheeks, wiping away my tears, just as I was about to finish my sentence. "I never wanted you to leave." She abruptly said with such a strain to breathe in her voice as she took me by surprise as she drew me closer to her face and kissed me slowly. I kissed her back without hesitation, tightening my embrace around her waist. Our kiss is passionate and deep, full of lust and hunger for each other. My tongue soon made its way into her mouth, as our tongues clashed, struggling hard to taste each other. I firmly embraced her waist, only the fabric of our garments acting as a barrier to our bare skin touching. In an instant, Sierra let out a moan when

I leaned in, slower than necessary, giving her a second to pull away. She didn’t. My lips brushed against hers tentative, like a whisper meant to be overheard. I thought it would be brief. A show. A soft, careful kiss to silence the crowd and sell the lie. But then something happened. She trembled slightly, and her lips parted in surprise. There was a beat of hesitation, the kind that made the moment stretch far longer than it should. And then… she kissed me back. Tentative. Curious. Her lips were soft , too soft like warm silk. I wasn’t prepared for that. It shook something loose in me. I told myself to pull away, but instead, I tilted my head slightly and deepened the kiss, feeling the edg

I wanted to push him away but instead, I felt his hands holding my hands tightly not letting go. And after some seconds, I began to respond to his kisses. I have got to admit it, I have missed his lips so much. His lips are like heaven, there are so good. I could remember the last time kissed me. The kisses of thre Three years ago was the kiss i would never forget. An embarrassing kiss with him. His lips were still as yummy and soft as before. Even though, he kissed me out of surprise three years ago, he still has a kiss of a god. So soft.

“What do you want from me?” He just shrugs then chuckled. “If I tell you everything now, will you be fine with it?” he asked. Ashton softly held my chin to make me look up to him, we’re now only a few inches apart. I could feel his warm breath. “Would you find it repulsive? Or would you do the same?” grinning as I glared more, like I’m about to bite off his neck. “Though I’m sure you’ll be fine with it because in your heart...” he leans nearer. I gulp and started to tremble. Will he kiss me?

I closed the last inch. The kiss was soft at first....barely a touch, like testing water. Her lips parted under mine, sweet and hesitant, and the quiet sound she made in the back of her throat undid me. I tilted my head, deepening it slowly, tasting the faint vanilla on her tongue. She answered by sliding her hands into my damp hair, pulling me closer.