Thanksgiving Kisses Novels & Stories

He gripped my waist tighter making me gasp. Taking the chance he invaded my mouth. Holy..Jesus...I'm going to die with this sweetness. Gripping his hair tighter I kissed him with all force to meet his hunger. The kiss was passionate. Rough yet gentle. He kept me in place as I was falling on him. After like hours we separated. Freaking Isabella Kingston had her first kiss with a hottest man on earth her husband Aaron Kingston! His thumb came to my lips caressing it. His next words really took me to Mars..

"Did I do well?" River, whose face was still tense a second ago, grinned with satisfaction. "We're good actors." "Give me a hug," I said, tugging on the hem of River's polo shirt. I glance toward the kitchen door. River took my cue and pulled me close. He leaned against the kitchen counter, wrapping his left arm around my waist while his right hand played with my hair. "I'm so grateful you're here on Thanksgiving Day," he said softly, then gave me a light peck on the lips that instantly made me glare. I didn't tell him to kiss me!

The gratitude, the relief, the raw emotion of it all was too much. I closed the small distance between us and, without a thought, wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a fierce embrace. His arms came up, instinctively holding me close. I buried my face against his shoulder, taking in the clean scent of his skin and the quiet strength of his presence. Then, I tipped my head back, looking into his eyes. Without hesitation, I locked my lips with him, kissing him. It wasn't a gentle peck or a grateful brush of the lips. It was a desperate, all-consuming kiss, a thank you for saving me, a surrender to the feelings I had been fighting for weeks, and a silent promise of everything I wan

“Then let’s keep finding moments like this. Even if the world outside tries to break us.” He leaned in then not fast, not urgent but slow, deliberate. His lips brushed mine gently, and I melted into the kiss. It wasn’t possessive. It wasn’t demanding. It was a kiss that said thank you, a kiss that said I see you. A kiss that said I’m here. When we finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine. “Goodnight, Valerie.” “Goodnight, Max.”

The kiss was a silent declaration, a promise of devotion that resonated deep within her. Kayla sighed into the kiss, savoring the way he always made her feel cherished. Victor’s touch was always reverent, his affection a steady flame that warmed her soul. When they parted, she moved toward Elliot, who smirked and tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before stealing a proper one. His kisses were always teasing, playful, leaving her breathless, a whirlwind of sweet, stolen moments.

he instructed as he changed into a pair of house slippers. On any other day, I would've instantly made my way toward the kitchen and cooked for him. This time, however, I only responded emotionlessly, "I'm already done with my lunch. You can go ahead and order something in." Zeke shot me a dissatisfied glance. Then, he suppressed his anger and said, "I know you're still mad about Thanksgiving, but I'm actually starving. Now's not the time for you to be kicking up a fuss." I turned around and smiled at him. "I'm not mad."

Slowly, she lowered her face and pressed her lips against Maverick’s. It was a kiss far removed from vulgarity. There were no demands, no explosive passion. Just a soft, deep kiss filled with gratitude that they had both been given another chance to breathe. That kiss carried every unspoken thank you, regret, and silent confession that had long been locked away inside their hearts.

Said the chauffeur. “You can help me with that if you don’t mind”. I slipped on my glasses. The chauffeur turned on the stereo, and then came a gentle blast of ‘Hello’, by Adele, filling up the silence in the car, and, I loved that calm motherly voice with which Adele dealt some justice to the pretty instrumentals. I rested my head against the seat’s headrest, and shot a smile at a signpost which read; ‘welcome to Guts Island’, But then came a flash of my ex-husband’s face on the fourth night of the previous month, drunk and scary, yelling and lowering towards my panicked face, making me sit up and gasp for air.

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

There was a love and an elegance to his kiss that nobody could compare to in Tony's book. "Hey… I missed you, man. Have a good Thanksgiving?" Dillon asked softly as he rested his forehead on Tony's. "Yea, the food was killer, dude. They couldn't beat out yer stuffin' though. Yer's is top-tier, mmm," Tony moaned as Dillon kissed him again. "Fuck, I missed you so fuckin' much… Lemme get showered first, I got a day's worth of sweat and food on me, heheheh," he chuckled breathily when they separated again. "And I wanna let the hot water work on my shoulders. Traffic was rough, the bridge especially."