The First Time Kisses Novels & Stories

He said, his breath hot against my skin. My heart skipped a beat at his words, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and excitement wash over me. This kiss was far more than I ever imagined, and I was already looking forward to the next one. “You know, that was my first kiss,” I said shyly, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Christopher's laughter echoed through the empty hall, a sound that warmed my heart. "Well, for a first kiss, you did exceptionally well," he praised, his eyes brimming with admiration.

He leans in and gives her a quick peck on the cheek. "A real kiss son. Here." She points carefully to her lips. He hesitates. They have never kissed on the lips. "I can see by the way the thought of kissing your mother horrifies you so maybe it would be best if I did brave the conditions and just go." She actually turns away and is starting to open the car door when he twists her around and brings his lips to hers. When his lips brushed hers for the first time it was like a million tiny firecrackers going off inside his very heart and soul. In short the experience was exhilarating.

The first real kiss came like a storm. Kael’s mouth met hers with a heat that stole her breath. It wasn’t soft — it was desperate, years of walls and restraint crumbling all at once. His lips moved against hers like he’d been starving for this, tasting every breath she gave, and she met him with equal fire, her fingers clutching the fabric at his chest.

That he's actually here, alive, whole. "Eveline," he says, his hand covering mine. Then he bends his head and captures my lips in a kiss. It's my first real kiss—not the awkward moment when I forced bread into his mouth, but an actual, intentional kiss. It starts off a little clumsy because I wasn't expecting it, but I close my eyes and let myself feel.

The scent of night jasmine clung to the air, thick and sweet, wrapping around us like a silent witness. We were still in the garden, the stars glinting above like curious eyes. His lips were warm on mine, commanding but unhurried, like he wanted me to feel every second of it. My first kiss. I had never imagined it would taste like this. Ripe, a little dangerous, and entirely him.

Not the pecks Alex would steal when we were hiding form others in the shadows, It feels like my whole body is on fire, and I can't help but respond to his touch. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as our kiss becomes more intense. It's like a whirlwind of emotions, desire, and attraction, all mixed together in this one moment. Is this what the first time should have been?

This would be my first kiss in a very long time, and the significance of the moment weighed heavily on my mind. Zack’s grandfather beamed with pride, and Aaron gave a subtle nod of approval. The paparazzi captured every moment, their cameras clicking away. I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me. Zack leaned in, his lips brushing mine softly. The kiss started gently, but as our lips lingered, I found myself wanting more. My heart raced, and for a moment, everything else faded away. Just as I began to respond, Zack withdrew, smirking slightly. The sudden end to the kiss left me feeling both flustered and strangely attracted to him.

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.

Her breath catches, her mouth parts slightly, her body softening into the space I'm closing. When I kiss her for the very first time, it's not gentle. My mouth claims hers with intention, pressure measured and certain, not hurried, not exploratory. This is not curiosity, it's decision. I keep it brief at first, just long enough to feel the truth of it... the heat, the response, the unmistakable fact that she's already there with me, fully in the kiss with me.

He is careful, slow, testing to see if this is something he is allowed to do. It can't be any more different than the first time when he pushed me against the wall and kissed me. When I gave in for only a second then pushed away. This time is better, less angry, more openly wanted. It's slow. It's full of caution. I'm taking him back to the beginning as if this is our first kiss, and the other one didn't exist. This is my first kiss in my mind.