The First Time Kisses Novels & Stories

instead of the previously hesitant "no." We’re declared husband and wife, and it’s time for the much-anticipated kiss. I’m certain we’ll share a passionate kiss for a while, as I can't wait to feel his lips on mine. I close my eyes gently, pout my lips, and anticipate Alex initiating the first move, but instead, I feel a light peck on my forehead. What the fuck…

I shiver, “how hard will it be if he is the one we are looking for and I’m more involved than just a kiss.” Her eyes widen, “you kissed him, Abi you had your first kiss?” My cheeks heat, “well he kind of kissed me.” She looks at me, “did he now,” she hugs me to her side, “I remember your Dad’s first kiss, he kissed the tip of my nose, then apologized for it,” she shakes her head, “men, don’t they know that kisses are supposed to be spontaneous, full of emotion and passion.” I smile at her, “he apologized for kissing me last night too.”

Isla could feel every inch of her being awakening to the love she had hidden for so long, and for the first time, she allowed herself to fully embrace it. It was her first kiss, and the moment it happened, Isla knew that nothing would ever be the same. She could feel the warmth of Vincent’s lips lingering on hers, a warmth that seemed to ignite something deep inside her. If time could be turned back, she would offer it to him again without a second thought, for the kiss was not just a fleeting moment—it was a memory that would live within her forever.

Never in my life did I think I would have to kiss my best friend. Cillian moved closer. I hesitated a little, but there was no way to escape. Rowan was watching us. In an instant, Cillian captured my lips, kissing me slowly and passionately. I found myself melting into him, returning the kiss. And this is my first time kissing my best friend.

I did not realized he was waiting for my answer but after recovering from the trance state I said yes to him! It was also the first time he kissed me, it was sweet at first but eventually got more hot and passionate. It was like he was pouring all his love into that kiss, we felt breathless and I felt my core throbbing hot with need. It was also my first kiss and for the first time my body ignited with desire; the desire to be taken and cherished like it showed in the movies. At that jiff I wanted him to make me his forever.

They both got a taxi as soon as they got outside the school, “I was only lieing earlier baby because I saw my ex behind you, I wanted him to be jealous, the guy I kissed... he is only but a stranger, I don’t even know his name until you mentioned it in school, you called him Aaron, right? Or something along that line.” Cercei explained to mirabel looking desperately into her eyes. “Wait you kissed someone you don’t know? As in you kissed a stranger at a party?!” Mirabel asked cercei, looking suprised with her eye wide open. “Yes, the second time now!” Cercei replied avoiding mirabel’s judging eyes. “Wow!!!!!” Mirabel exclaimed as she folded her arms under her boobs and shook her head in awe.

He was staring at her so angrily that she feared that he might actually murder her. Suddenly he did what she least expected from him, he kissed her. It was neither slow nor tender. It was ferocious and punishing. This was the first time he was kissing her. Wasn't first kisses suppose to be slow and gentle? Anyway this man here was the nothing near gentle. He was fierce, ferocious, savage and dangerous. Surprisingly, she didn't hate it, she was even craving for more, she felt that her body was going to betray her soon.

Carsen was also nervous, it was the first time he held a girl's hand, which was very soft and smooth. He reluctantly let go of Carolyn's hand only when they got on the car. "Carolyn, this was the first time I held a girl's hand." Carolyn looked at him and blurted out, "So, was it also your first time kissing a girl?" She pursed her lips and regretted asking the question, making it seem like she cared a lot. Carsen looked at the little girl, who lowered her gaze and pursed her lips. He chuckled lightly and said, "That was my first kiss."

Then, he kissed me. It was nothing like I had imagined our first kiss would be. It wasn’t tender, it was claiming. His lips crushed mine with a force that left no room for breath, no chance for withdrawal. There was no warmth in it, only fire and fury as though it was my first punishment. As the world blurred against us, my fingers clung to the fabric of my dress, it was the only thing keeping me from crumbling, because what was this madness? Finally, he pulled back slowly, deliberately, and just enough for his breath to brush against my ear.

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.