The First Time Kisses Novels & Stories

I want him close to Allah . "Jaana . I might be a playboy back . But its my first kiss . You know according to me lip and forehead kiss is just a symbol of love but I accept it today" saying this he again smashed his lips to mine. And here my mind went blank. My legs turned jelly as the sudden attack of his lips again raided my edges. His lips assaulting mine with so much aggression showing his possessive side to me. He was pouring his all emotions in one kiss . It my FIRST KISS.

He was in thought, but then after a few seconds he cleared his throat and asked me, “Have you ever been with anyone before?” I looked into his eyes and could see he was anxious to hear my answer. Feeling slightly shy, my cheeks reddened, and I shook my head saying, “No.” A huge smile grew on his face, and he lowered his lips in a gentle kiss. Breaking a kiss, he took a deep breath and exhaled, slowly putting me back down onto my feet. I was feeling so confused, but he caressed my cheek and kissed the tip of my nose, saying, “Your first time has to be special, not like this love. You deserve more and nothing less than that.”

I was looking at her and saw her licking her lips and with a little cute teasing smile on her face. "Oh, you backed off pretty quickly. You don't like kissing me or this is your first time kissing a girl" She asked teasingly. Honestly, I was really surprised is. I was really wondering what the fuck is happening right now or am I dreaming again and if this a dream then please or merciful god don't wake me up. "Yes, this is my first time kissing a girl on the lips. I'm sorry I didn't mean to kiss you there. You moved your head suddenly" I said

"Let's take it one day at a time." He nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. "One day at a time," he agreed. "And tomorrow, we'll start with our first date." Then, without warning, he pulled me into a deep kiss. His lips were soft yet firm against mine, and I felt a rush of warmth spread through me. It was a kiss filled with passion and sincerity, one that made me forget all the pain and doubt that had clouded our relationship.

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.

But I ignore it, closing what little distance is left between our lips. I press my open lips to his, my arms falling to his sides, gripping the fabric of his tux. I start slow and steady, a little nervous because it’s the first time I’ve initiated a kiss between us, and also the first time he's let me take the lead. I like it.

“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. /