Then I Kissed Her Novels & Stories

She asked frowning. I rubbed my ring finger's pad on the kajal stick and walked towards her. I applied the kajal behind her ear with my ring finger and kissed her cheek. "Najar na lage meri vohti ko." I said kissing her forhead. She stood there shell shocked. After a few seconds when she came out of her shock she quickly embraced me. I hugged her running my hands through her hair. "You really did that?" She asked her head buried in my chest.

I smiled and stepped closer to her, “Can I kiss you?” She smiled and nodded. I cupped her cheeks and brushed my lips against hers staring right into her eyes. I closed my eyes and pressed against her soft plumped lips, tasting like watermelon. I felt her shiver as I kissed her gently and slowly knowing this was her first time kissing. I gently teased her lips with my tongue to see if she would part her lips and she did. I slipped my tongue in her mouth causing her to gasp.

Then she kissed him. *

I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, every inch of her face. “I didn’t do it for your sympathy, I did it to die.” She said lifelessly, I kept on looking at her turning away her gaze from me, she seemed to really hate me but I hugged her tightly nonetheless. I can’t waste time on this bullshit anymore. I sighed before kissing her lips and she pushed me back.

XAVIER The second my alarm goes off, I turn it off. I didn't sleep a wink last night and it's all because of Rain Simmons. Kissing her was a bad idea but I couldn't help myself. It was bad week of my father forcing me to do his bidding and she was standing there in the dimly lit room, her hair shiny and her eyes wide. I couldn't concentrate on the fact that she was setting the place up to prank my friends and I. She was so beautiful and when she bit her lips in fear, something snapped inside me and I couldn't hold myself. The real surprise though was when she kissed me back.

I kissed the side of her lips. “Good girl,” I murmured, kissing her on the lips before withdrawing my fingers instantly. Her eyes flew open instantly and she gasped, staring at me with wide, unbelievable eyes. “Ian…” She trailed off, unable to form a coherent sentence. “I was close!” She breathed out at last.

“I already told you to leave me the f—” I silenced her with a kiss. Not gentle, not coaxing, but a raw, possessive claiming. A kiss that left no room for argument. Her tears mingled with the taste of whiskey, a strange, heady cocktail that ignited something primal within me. But beneath those sharper notes, I found her, a sweetness that was purely hers, a taste of us, raw and untamed.

I kissed her. She wrapped her arms around me and cupped the back of my neck. Our lips moved at the same pace, comfortable, even better than before. It was different from the past, but in a good way. I bit down on her lower lip and she gasped, granting me access. I smirked against her lips and stuck my tongue in. It was magnetic. It felt like we were made for eachother. I kissed her angrily, like it would somehow soothe the ache in my chest.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

I kissed her entire face. “I love you,” she smiled.