The First Time Kiss Novels & Stories

My first real kiss. I mean deep kiss…..

She put an arm around each of our heads and encouraged us, stimulated just then by tongues on two nipples and my cock pumping inside her. With a hand under my chin, she encouraged my head up toward her face. I kissed her lips for the first time. Well, anyway, the first time as a very non-brotherly kiss. Her lips were active and intense, her mouth was open, and when she probed me with her tongue I probed her right back. It was a lovers' kiss, no question.

I was about to give my first kiss to a man for whom I felt nothing, after 24 years of dreaming about how special that moment would be. Roman leans in, and just as I'm about to shut my eyes, there’s a fleeting moment—a brush of lips that’s almost accidental. The kiss is so quick that my lips barely comprehend the shape of his. It’s as if my repelled him, like we were magnets turned the wrong way. I didn’t expect fireworks or a grand romantic gesture. Still… it’s my first kiss. In my fantasies, I envisioned something gentle, significant, and infused with promise. This just felt like paperwork.

She needed. / "... you're pretty ..." / / They kissed for the first time at the end of their first date. In the middle of the street in pouring rain, because a red light kept them from making it to Sebestian' apartment before the temptation got too much. They were both a bit too eager, trembled from cold and want. It was perfect. It was also Rose's first kiss ever, and she knew immediately that she never wanted to kiss anyone else. /

My first kiss! I gasped as his kiss overwhelmed me. My senses drowned in the intensity of the moment. My eyes instinctively closed, surrendering to the powerful connection between us. The fervor only intensified as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth with a possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine. I shamelessly moaned, lost in the intoxicating bliss of the moment, unaware of the crowded hall surrounding us. His arm tightened around me, drawing me closer as if he wanted to merge our very beings into one.

Maybe it is because I denied him yesterday or maybe it’s because I am still a virgin, but I wasn’t going to make that public knowledge. I reach out to him using the mind link, so our conversation would be our own, “I am not big on public displays, I guess. That’s the first time I have so much as kissed someone aside from my parents. To have my first kiss be like that and in front of the entire pack was what did it.” He smiles that devilishly handsome smile of his as he sends back, “That was not our first kiss.” I blushed again, “It was the first kiss that I personally was involved in. Harmony took the reigns the first time remember?”

He closed the distance between us with an animalistic, almost mournful growl. And he kissed me. Holy Moon. That was my first kiss and I didn't even know what to do, besides just stand there, frozen. But, Dear Goddess, Noah certainly knew what to do. His warm lips moved over mine with hunger and intensity, pressing me until my mouth opened for him. And then, his tongue was there, intertwining with mine and stealing my breath.

His lips moved against mine with raw hunger, tongue sweeping in to claim every inch of me. He tasted like sin and possession and the faint trace of my own tears. One of his hands slid into my hair, tilting my head exactly how he wanted so he could kiss me deeper, harder, stealing the air from my lungs. I was breathless. Shocked. Shy and so incredibly nervous that my entire body trembled beneath him. This was my first kiss. And it was with Tristan Desmond. My uncle. My obsession. The man who had ruined me in every way except this one. A broken, overwhelmed whimper escaped into his mouth. My hands fisted in his shirt, no longer pushing him away but pulling him closer.

»»────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ────«« First time kissing someone and it turned out to be a guy. Not just any guy, but my sworn enemy. The person I’ve spent years trying to kill. First time reaching an orgasm, same guy. Thirteen year old me who told his best friend he had no interest in jerking off or p**n because it was a waste of time is probably spinning in his mental grave right now.

Like desire consuming us. Like fire. We kissed for… ten minutes, I think. I needed to feel him. To feel anything. But no. Nothing. He rested his forehead against mine and whispered, “That was great.” “I’ve never kissed like that before,” he added, lifting my chin gently. “I think it was my first real kiss.” I smiled faintly. “Me too.” I meant it. It was my first kiss with a man who wasn’t Luca. And that was the problem.