The First Time Kisses Romane & Geschichten

I nodded and he moved in. The kiss was slow and tender. Jonathan was so gentle, it was like he was afraid he would hurt me. This was my first real kiss and it was…..nice. I was not complaining but I always thought my first kiss would be electric, sparks would fly but that was not there. I felt cheated. The movies lied to me. There was no passion there. The oven’s timer went off, making us break off the kiss. We got back to baking but I couldn’t get my mind off it.

I just stayed frozen without moving even an inch of my body. I felt Grey's lips slowly move, and he kissed my lips again and again without detaching. I've never felt so special like that in my life. The kiss was so careful, delicate, and slow. Suddenly I felt like a flower... I felt like glass that was about to break. My instincts made me raise one of my hands and keep them against his cheek. It gave him the green light to slowly hold the back of my nape. I didn't know if alpha Grey was kissing a person for the first time. All I knew was that I had my first kisses, which were so amazing.

Our heads bow to each other and our lips touch for the first time. Our first kiss. And wow what a kiss that is. Suddenly everything seems to fall into place. It feels great. The kiss tells that he belongs to me, and I belong to him. His tongue slides into my mouth. The kiss is so passionate but at the same time so loving. He turns me on. Yet this kiss is enough, for this is love, not lust. And indeed we can kiss for hours. Lying in the grass, enjoying each other. Forgetting the whole world around us.

When their gazes met, every sounds muted down. He leaned again, now nibbling her upper lip, her lower lip, then the seam of her lips. His tongue invaded the firm seam, and soon it opened, giving him access to taste more. Everything else fell away -- the car, the driver, their situation. There was nothing but the two of them. Their kisses, tentative at first, grew more urgent and intense. They tastes each other, connecting, communicating all their unspoken feelings for one another into each burning kiss. During their first kiss in Switzerland, what Harriet felt was shocked.

“Two traumatized people trying to love each other without setting off bombs in one another.” For the first time since I entered the studio, I see a real smile on his face. “Can I kiss you?” he asks, and the question carries the weight of everything we just said. “You can. But slowly.” The first touch of his lips on mine is different from all the times before. There is no immediate hunger or urgent possessiveness. It’s hesitant, almost shy. He kisses me as if it were the first time, giving my body time to understand that it’s him, here, now.

He waits, his eyes intense and chest heaving a little. I kiss him, my lips connecting to his. I feel a zig of electricity pass through me. I made the first move, my heart racing. His strong hand grabs my waist and pulls me closer to him while the other grips my hair, bringing up my face. He captures my lips and answers my kiss passionately yet gently. Holy shit. My whole body ignites up like fireworks, and my breath shudders. I moan into his mouth, and his tongue slips into my mouth. He explores my mouth expertly... It's so satisfying and comes naturally to us. My tongue strokes against his. I've never been kissed by anyone before. It is my first real kiss. It's electric and more than I imag

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. /

The world around her disappeared, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the fluttering in her chest. Clarissa closed her eyes, letting the moment envelop her. She had witnessed gestures of love like this many times between her parents—a quiet kiss, a tender embrace, a shared look—but she had never been on the receiving end of such an intimate act. Now, with Lucas’s lips lingering just a breath away from hers, the realization struck her: this was her first kiss. The weight of it settled in her heart, filling her with both exhilaration and a sense of something profound awakening within her.

And Uncle Ivan had been threatening her, slapping her when the handsome young stranger had shown up, beating up her uncle and his goons and kissing her. Her first kiss. Karina let the voices of her aunt, who was haranguing her, fade as she peeled the potatoes and lost herself in the thoughts of the man who had kissed her. It had been her very first kiss. She smiled inwardly as she furtively touched her plump lips and blushed. It had felt nice. HE had felt nice, warm, and smiling that rakish grin which had her stomach churn and a strange feeling begin in the pit of her stomach…