Then I Kissed Her Novels & Stories

Unable to control my feelings anymore, I kissed her. <

She turned to face me, her expression unreadable. “I never told you to keep your hands off me,” she replied, her words a challenge, an invitation. And that was all it took. I closed the distance between us in a single step, crashing my lips onto hers. The kiss was fierce, hungry, our tongues tangling in a dance that left me breathless. Her taste was intoxicating, her softness a stark contrast to my urgency.

Just then, they heard the crowd chanting, "KISS HER… KISS HER… KISS HER… KISS HER!" Before she could react, she felt his lips on hers. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized he was actually kissing her. His eyes were closed, and he tilted his head, kissing her with an intensity that seemed to consume her. She tightened her grip on his shoulders, unsure how to respond for a few seconds. He kissed her passionately, hungrily, as though he had been waiting for this moment. When he swiped his tongue across her lips, she finally pushed him back, only to hear the crowd hooting and clapping. Moments ago, she had thought no one was watching.

I had been convinced that she wanted to end our affair, but here she was, kissing me passionately. As her lips met mine, time seemed to stand still. I was taken aback by the intensity of the moment. It felt like a dream, but her touch was so real, so electrifying. I couldn't resist the pull, and without thinking twice, I kissed her back with equal fervor.

I kissed her, slower this time. “Yes, I am not going anywhere…” I whispered against her lips.

Possessive. And just like that, I was gone. How did kissing her get better?

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.

she pecked my cheek. I kissed her cheek as I nodded. "Take care." ***

"You’re not anyone’s responsibility, Kessa. Not anymore. You’re mine now." I leaned in, my lips grazing hers softly, a gentle reminder of everything I wanted to give her. The kiss was light at first, tentative, like the beginning of something new. But then she deepened it, pulling me closer, as if she couldn’t get enough. The heat between us grew, a quiet urgency building in the space where we stood.

I whispered. She pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting mine with a softness that melted my heart. "I'm here for you, Roan. Always." "I know," I captured her lips and she reciprocated with equal fervor. Our lips met in a gentle but passionate dance, our emotions intertwining in that single moment. I felt like the weight of the recent events melted away as I got lost in the connection this woman gave me. It was a kiss filled with love and comfort, and I couldn't control myself anymore. I need her.