Spider's Kiss Novels & Stories

Just as I gathered the courage to speak again, Hunter took a step closer, his imposing presence invading my personal space. Without warning, his strong hands cupped my face, drawing me to meet his height, and his lips descended upon mine in a deep, passionate kiss. The world spun, and all thoughts vanished as I unconsciously surrendered to the intensity of the moment. As his lips pressed against mine, a whirlwind of sensations engulfed me. It was a kiss like no other, one that definitely sent shivers down my spine. My heart raced, matching the rhythm of his own powerful heartbeat that I almost heard.

Cassandra squeaked. "The touch of a virgin at dawn, don't you get it?" said the frog. "The sun is coming up now, and a kiss will break the spell that binds me. Trust me, I wish it didn't have to be this way, but I would rather have you than that old rusty Koschei. Now kiss me!" Cassandra was almost eighteen, and she had never kissed anyone, but never in her life had she ever dreamed of her first kiss with a frog. "No!" Cassandra said and got on her knees again, "I don't want to kiss you."

Her breath caught, and she turned her head slightly to meet his lips with her own. The kiss started out tender, slow, almost like they were testing the waters. But then, something shifted. A spark ignited between them, and the kiss deepened. Daniel’s hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Tasha responded eagerly, her hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under her fingertips. The rhythm of their kiss grew more insistent, more urgent.

The closeness and sensuality of their dance was for all intents and purposes discernible, her bad habit like hold on his chicken as they kissed, fell to pieces, mounted the post, then, at that point, rejoined. With easy beauty, she transformed herself, spiderman-kissing her accomplice from a higher place.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

“I'm sorry, Mom.” “I'm just so glad you're okay.” Maddy kissed his forehead. “You scared me.” Tyler took the hand that wasn't trapped in his mother's grip and reached for the floor. Spock wiggled up to try and reach him, and almost all the way into my lap in the process. His pink tongue kissed Tyler's fingers and his tail thumped against the floor. “Mom, can we keep Spock? I don't want to leave him here.” Tyler's voice cracked.

Then dipped lower, grazing over my cock before grasping it in a firm hold. I pulled him closer still and turned around, pressing him against the balcony railing. My eyes scanned the expanse of my estate, and the fields beyond it. But my focus was taken again, once more, by hom. He tugged on my cock with precision, eliciting a low, growling hum from me. “Bored?” he touted, and leaned in to graze his lips and teeth against my jawline. “Didn’t know Don Vecchio was so easily distracted.” It was a foolish dare but I took the challenge anyway, and grasped the back of his neck, seizing his lips in a kiss.

“Because I don't want to wait anymore. I'm done waiting. I needed to kiss you, at least once.” “Just once?” My heart stalled a little. I wanted to kiss him far more than just once. Billions of kisses wouldn't be enough. “At least once,” he clarified, bending his head to mine again. “But I'm not sure that even a million would satisfy me now.” “Ms. Page!” An urgent cry came as the door opened and interrupted my perfect night. Standing in the doorway was the party coordinator, looking incredibly flustered. Her hair was mussed and her cheeks red.

He leans in and whispers in my ear, so no one else can hear him. "You're fast, mariposa. But not quick enough. If you give up now, I'll let you walk." He says in that sexy voice of his. I can detect a strong Spanish accent, making me wonder where he's from. I looked into his eyes as his face lowered closer to mine. He reached over and held my hands above my head, trapping me under him. His head continued to lower towards mine as if there was some sort of magnet between us. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as his head lowered once more. This time stopping so that his lips grazed mine. When I didn't stop him, he closed the distance between us. Kissing me passionately, making my legs go weak