Then I Kissed Her Novels & Stories

“Kiss me.” I did not have to be told twice. My lips met hers, and it was like the Fourth of July. Fucking fireworks and everything. Her lips tasted so sweet. My hand tangled in her hair as I begged for entrance. She granted it without hesitation, and I tilted her head to deepen the kiss.

she replied, her tone unwavering. Her sincerity was disarming, and for a moment, I let myself fall into her embrace. She tilted her face up, her gaze locking onto mine, and then she kissed me. The gesture was tender, unplanned, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like everything would be okay. Her kiss was soft, comforting, and it pulled me into a place where the noise in my head quieted. I kissed her back, the passion between us igniting in a way that felt both familiar and new.

"Does there need to be anything else but right now?" And I kiss her.

Kiss her? Kissing wins. My hands move to rest on her shoulders and keep her where I need her. My head dips. She nervously licks her lips. My breath hitches when I finally taste her by running my tongue across her lips. She was taste-testing frosting too. So damn sweet. I pull her closer and she sinks into me. Goddess, her taste. Energy zings along my nerves until the energy finds home. Home is my cock and that's how damn good she tastes.

“This is not a thing. You kissed him. It was good. Let it go.” I heard a soft knock and I opened the door thinking it was a flight attendant. It was him. Before I could speak, he slipped in and locked the door behind us. “I followed you this time” he said, voice rough. Needy. I forgot how to breathe. The space between us felt tiny. He looked at me, his voice quieter now. “We don’t have to do names. Or details. But I want to kiss you again.” I swallowed. “Then do it.”

"Kiss me." Once again, her lips fell on him.

And tonight, I would face it—no matter the cost. I barely had time to process before she was already there—soft and poised, yet somehow irritating. “Hi!” she said, her voice light but just loud enough to cut through the low murmur of the room. Her eyes locked onto Travis, who gave her a slow, smug nod. What was he playing at? I felt my irritation flare. Without hesitation, she stepped forward and kissed him on the cheek—just like that. Why was she kissing his cheek? I wanted to say something, but the words got stuck in my throat. All I could do was watch, powerless.

“Kiss me.” “What?” “The vibe is depressing, Tristan. Kiss me.” I chuckled and leaned down to meet her lips with mine.

she nodded her head cutely wah my princess is really cute iam unable to control myself I sealed my lips with her lips her eyes opened wide at that moment this is the first time i kissed someone I don't know whether she have a boyfriend or not all I want is she only she I started sucking her lips that juicy lips driving me crazy

I felt a rush of gratitude for her willingness to see me differently. As we stood there, the world around us faded into a blur. “Thank you,” she breathed out. “For what?” I asked, my heart racing. “For trusting me enough to show me,” she replied, her eyes locked into mine. With that, she closed the distance between us, her lips meeting mine in a soft, tentative kiss. It was gentle at first, a sweet exploration that deepened as she leaned in closer. Her warmth enveloped me, and I felt a rush of emotion as I responded, pulling her closer.