Suits Kisses Novels & Stories

I looked into his blue windows of the soul, and knew that he was being completely genuine. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. As my tongue darted into his mouth, I could taste the coconut liquor on his lips, and I drank him in. He returned the kiss eagerly, wrapping his hands around my back and bringing me in closer. I pulled him into me, his skin smooth on my fingers. We broke from the kiss and I marveled at his huge pecs and abs, eying him hungrily. I knew he was looking at me the same way, and it turned me on.

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

"Especially with Kisses Junior." I burst into laughter as I shook my head. "We are not naming her that!" He smirked as he leaned forward and peppered my neck with kisses. "It's perfect, like her mother." I slid my fingers around his neck and into the hair behind his head. I turned my neck, allowing him more access as he raised my arousal with every touch. "Absolutely not.' He trailed a line of kisses from my neck to my lips. He gave me a long, slow kiss before pulling back slightly. "Do you know why melons have weddings, Kisses?"

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He fought K's kisses, her lips and tongue tasted sweet and tart, like Twizzlers. K pulled away from the kiss, looking at him with such depth and intensity. "Do-over?" Jesse nodded, the tip of his nose against hers. "Hi." He breathed against her lips. "Hi." K smiled and kissed him again.

Each kiss was a promise, a reassurance that he was there for her, no matter how much she doubted herself. Finally, he captured her lips with his, their mouths moving together in a sweet, lingering kiss. The taste of her tears mingled with the warmth of his affection, creating an intimate connection that spoke volumes. It was a kiss filled with understanding, compassion, and an unyielding love that transcended her fears. “You are here with me in my life; that’s enough for me,” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and sincere. The sincerity in his words wrapped around her heart, making her feel cherished and valued.

The girl's feelings of fear have been relieved, because of the insistent kiss the man gave her. The girl sighed softly. "Shh ... Ahhh ..." The sound of the girl's sigh, already made the man's junior standing behind his trousers. The man kissed her lips again, harshly. The man's hand stroked the girl's cheek, slowly. The girl returned the hot kiss from this man, her hands moved around his neck. Passion can take away common sense !! "Shh ... Ahh faster .... Oh faster ..." A sigh escaped the two of them. He pumped his body over the girl's body. The man kissed her lips with great passion, his hand squeezed her breasts, thus making her climax. ~Next Chapter~ _________________ __________________

I blinked at him, surprised by his sudden intimacy. But before I could protest, he was leaning down, his warm breath fanning across my face as he kissed me. His lips were soft, his kiss tender, and it was nothing like the violent, possessive kisses Miss Adrianne had forced on me. This was a kiss filled with care and concern, and it sent a warmth spreading through my chest that I hadn't felt in a very long time.

I absolutely, unapologetically melted. My hands curled into his shirt, his hands pulled me close, and somewhere in the suite, I swear I heard Mr. Yellow gag dramatically behind a pillow. But neither of us cared. Because this kiss wasn’t just romance. It was a claim. A promise. A sizzling, toe-curling royal seal of vengeance, power, and love. And when we finally pulled apart, slightly breathless, I whispered— “Well… that was better than decapitation.” Edric smirked.

The cool metal of the band pressed against the fine cotton of his shirt. He covered her hand with his own, pressing it more firmly against him, as if to say, This is yours. It always has been. A small, profound smile touched her lips. It was a smile of ownership, of peace, of a journey’s end that was also a glorious beginning. That smile was his permission. His invitation. He leaned in, and she met him halfway. The kiss that followed was unlike any that had come before. Their first kiss, in his penthouse study, had been a collision of suspicion and unwilling attraction, a battle they’d both lost. The kiss in Geneva, after the villa, had been one of desperate relief and survivor’s gratitude.