Novel & Cerita Tender Kisses Family Matters

I saw him smiled and stared away shyly I love you; he said staring at me I stared at his eyes and smiled I love you too; I said shyly He stared at me sweetly I didnt even know when we moved our lips closer to each other Our lips met and we kissed passionately He bit my lips so sweetly He is really a good kisser; I thought We kissed for a very long time He caress my body so sweetly Suddenly, we heard a sound of footstep and someone coughed We quickly unlocked from the kiss OMG! Such a mood spoiler.... . T.B.C

With a sigh, I fell into the chair across from him and told him everything, leaving out the details, until, no… I spilled those too. “And he has the softest lips known to mankind,” I gushed twenty minutes later. “I’m not lying, Brick. They’re like sexy little pillows, made just for—” “Okay, that’s enough.” Brick lifted a hand and made a sour face. “A, I don’t want to know what his lips feel like. And B, does my mother know anything about any of this?” I blew out a breath. “No. Nothing.”

The kiss grew hotter, more intense, almost possessive. When he finally pulled back slightly, we were both breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine, and his thumb gently traced my swollen bottom lip. “Not bad for our first practice,” he murmured, voice husky. “You taste even better than I imagined.” Reality crashed back in. I shoved at his chest, stepping back on shaky legs. My face burned with embarrassment and anger. “That… that wasn’t necessary,” I whispered, touching my lips. Cade smirked, looking far too pleased with himself. “On the contrary. It was very necessary. My family needs to believe we’re madly in love. The more convincing we are, the easier this will be.”

"Wait, Ryder... Can't you see I'm tryna flirt with you? Before I listen to whatever you have to say, I-" I didn't let her finish before locking my lips with hers. That kiss was so deep, and I must admit, I was hungry for a kiss just as she was. After that passionate kiss, I asked her: "Will this kiss do?" "Absolutely, biker boy. You can go on now." "Okay, my queen... Actually, it's my family..." “Wait,” she said, voice scratchy. “You have a what?” “A family,” I muttered. “Sorry I never mentioned that."

“Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll walk away. But don’t lie to me. Not after all those nights at the dorms where we’d stay up talking and I’d catch you staring at my mouth.” I bit my lip. Memories flooded in. Late study sessions where our knees touched under the table. The times we bumped into each other in our shared apartment. The time we shared a pizza in his car after a game and his hand brushed mine. “This is wrong. We’re family.” “Step family,” he corrected, his voice dropping even lower. “And I don’t give a shit.” His lips crashed into mine before I could argue again. The kiss was hungry, and desperate. I moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound. His tongue teased mine, an

Tatum acted like she hated it, but Mandy had a feeling she kind of loved that her brother wasn't afraid to show how much he loved his wife. "You two are worse than Mom and Dad. Always touching and kissing. It's enough to make somebody sick. I see this enough at school. Do I really have to see it at home too? People always kissin' in the hallways and stuff." Mandy could almost hear the eye roll from where she stood. "Like they don't know they should keep it out of the public eye."

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

Emma's POV Ryan's hands traveled confidently along my back, creating the illusion of an intimate connection. My family watched, their worry lines softening as they saw us locked in what appeared to be a loving hug. Breaking away, he planted a lingering kiss on my forehead, his lips brushing against my skin with a calculated tenderness. I blushed, playing my part, as he leaned in and planted a tender kiss on my cheek. My family's eyes widened, and my grandmother managed a broad smile as if she had already approved of our love story, her eyes sparkled with joy, convinced that she was witnessing the blossoming of a genuine romance.

I held his head to look into his eyes. "And what will I be doing when I'm the only one left? How will I feel after killing my own family?" He seemed weakened and heartbroken. "Being born into the same household doesn't make you families. Families are the people that love you and are ready to have your back at anytime. They are not your families if they are trying to bring you down!" My voice grew so bold that I even wondered where the words were coming from. "You're right. We will always be together!" With that, he smiled and we shared a passionate kiss.

It was the most tender kiss they shared. “I love you Maya Asher.”