Then I Kissed Her Novels & Stories

I whispered, my voice filled with urgency. And then, without hesitation, I kissed her. It was a kiss devoid of restraint, I didn’t hold back as I’d done earlier. It was a kiss fueled by the intensity of my emotions, as if my very existence depended on it. In that moment, I kissed her with the same fervor I would have kissed the mysterious girl behind the mask, had I known her true identity. I kissed her to distract myself from the pain in my heart, for it was the only way I knew how to find solace.

“Just... one kiss.” Reluctantly, I leaned down and pressed a soft, hesitant kiss to her lips. I intended it to be quick, just a way to comfort her, but she didn’t pull away. She deepened the kiss, and I was too stunned to react at first. That’s when I heard the door open.

She was dumbfounded. I kissed her tenderly, for a moment she did not responded. I kissed her long and finally she kissed back and I was happy. I started undressing her as we kiss and then I felt her hands unbuttoning my shirt. Heat quickly surged inside me making me hornier and harder. I went down to her chest. The seconds my lips, my mouth landed on her smooth, firmed b**bs, I grunted in ecstasy. I run my hands all over her body as I had missed touching her skin, her curves and her delicate parts.

I smiled at her and kissed her. TBC

Her eyes were the same eyes I remembered—expressive, searching… And now, finally, recognizing me? With her free hand, she cupped the back of my head. I didn’t have the chance to resist as her lips crashed against mine. I found myself kissing her back, unable to stop. Maybe this would be our last kiss. "Yes. I'm Karina, your girlfriend, aren't I?" My eyes glowed in slight surprise after the kiss when we parted. It wasn’t a simple peck. It was desperate, fevered, and hungry. A torrid kiss that carried longing, as though her lips had been waiting for me all this time.

My hand snaked behind her head, pulling her for another kiss, closing my eyes, enjoying the feeling of her lips over mine. Her lips caressed mine, kissing me back slowly. It was a passionate and deep kiss that lasted a few seconds till our lips broke apart, both of us gasping for air. She opened her eyelids and glanced at me. She bit her lips and blushed, then rushed back inside, leaving me alone outside. Did she just kiss me? And I kissed her back. I touched my lips, feeling surreal. Her lips were soft. I remembered the first time she kissed me. It was on the night of the accident when I held her body, waiting for help to come. She told me she wanted her first and last kiss with me.

“You are.” Her eyes finally meet mine, and something flickers in them, uncertainty, maybe even curiosity. It’s enough to make my restraint snap. I move closer, my lips barely an inch from hers. “Can I kiss you?” I murmur. She doesn’t answer. Doesn’t pull away. That’s all the permission I need. I crash my lips against hers, claiming her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. She gasps, and I take the opportunity to slide my tongue inside, tasting her. She’s sweet, intoxicating, and the way she melts against me makes me growl low in my throat.

Her mind, hazy from the pleasure, struggled to keep up, but her instincts told her that this was more than just a fleeting moment. She smiled softly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. Without hesitation, she kissed his cheek, feeling the tension in his body slightly ease under her touch. Leaning in, she whispered gently into his ear, "I love you, Mr. Enrico Rossi. I love you." Her voice was warm, soothing, trying to melt away whatever invisible wall he had put up between them.

I hid a smirk and nodded at her and just because I couldn't help myself, I drew her to me and kissed her. She was speechless and stared at me like she couldn't believe I just kissed her. "I'll call you," I reassured her, and then, her friend was dragging her away in a fit of giggles. From the little I knew about women, she was obviously going to grill her. I would too if my friend that wasn't interested in BDSM was suddenly being kissed by someone in the club. As they left, Kesha appeared, mouth hung open. The only thing I could do was ignore her while I thought about how great it was to kiss Cara. I wanted to do it again.

“Good morning. Like what you see?” Lara gasped in much shock and pursed her lips in embarrassment. “I was just waiting for you to finish your session.” The girl looked at him carefully when suddenly she remembered that he was the man that she had kissed and the man had kissed her back in return, almost biting her lips.